A toast for Robert Farrar Capon
Robert Farrar Capon died last week, at the age of 88. Capon was an Episcopal priest and the author of 20 books, ranging from marriage manuals to novels.
The first time I heard Caponâ€™s words, I saw visions. I was sitting in yet another seminary course, alternately looking for heresy and yawning. Then the professor opened a pale yellow copy of The Supper of the Lamb, and he read this:
We were given appetites, not to consume the world and forget it, but to taste its goodness and hunger to make it great. That is the unconsolable heartburn, the lifelong disquietude of having been made in the image of God.
The professor flushed and wept. I saw flashes of every good thing Iâ€™d ever known, and an endless banquet table set with food.
It will be precisely because we loved Jerusalem enough to bear it in our bones that its textures will ascend when we rise; it will be because our eyes have relished the earth that the color of its countries will compel our hearts forever. The bread and the pastry, the cheeses, the wine, and the songs go into the Supper of the Lamb because we do; It is our love that brings the City home.
He read seven paragraphs in all, and I heard a call to love creation with the same passion that God does. Iâ€™d been fearful in my faith, and I was about to become fearless. I would start, as Capon suggested, in the kitchenâ€”with onions and knives and butter.
A few years later, I stumbled onto â€śThe Publican and the Phariseeâ€ťâ€”the final chapter of Parables of Graceâ€”and my spiritual life changed yet again. God loved the unrepentant publican, who walked away forgiven, while the obedient Pharisee remained lost. What kind of God was this? I was so much more like the Pharisee! Capon turned the parables on their heads, on my head. His interpretation sticks with me, even though I havenâ€™t read theology in years.
When Capon stopped producing books in 2004, I watched for new traces of his work. A friend forwarded an e-mail address for his wife, and Valerie Capon and I began to exchange notes. He has his good days and his not-so-good days, she said in 2009, and after some glorious messages signed â€śmuch love, Valerie and Robert,â€ť the e-mails stopped. A relative said she didnâ€™t think Valerie was using the computer any more.
Again and again, when I mention Capon, writers tell me he changed their livesâ€”either by his radical view of grace or by The Supper of the Lamb. Because of him, I learned to live in the present day with gusto. Nevertheless, I eagerly await that banquet I envisioned when I first heard his words, when we will sit at the table, raise a toast to the lamb, and break the bread.