In my CTP class this morning, I tried to address the term “myth.” I think this is a difficult concept for us to wrap our heads around, not least because we can usually see the difference between a story and history. Yet, myth is a basic part of our language. We tell stories, we paint scenes, or we believe things that are simply not factual — but they are true. True, at least, in the sense of our senses.
I came across this quote from Bonhoeffer and I think it sums up, pretty much, what I mean when I say myth. Myth is a picture of something I cannot explain, or a truth hidden. Myth is the concreting of the abstract:
Who can speak of these things except in pictures? Pictures after all are not lies; rather they indicate things and enable the underlying meaning to shine through. To be sure, pictures do vary; the pictures of a child differ from those of an adult, and those of a person from the desert differ from those of a person from the city. One way or another, however, they remain true, to the extent that human speech and even speech about abstract ideas can remain true at all—that is, to the extent that God dwells in them.