Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts

Monday, August 16, 2010

My two cents

Randall of Musings from the Hinterland has a short post up re the so-called "Ground Zero Mosque" and its attendant controversy. Randall, to summarize, acknowledges and respects the First Amendment and property rights at stake in this issue but disagrees both with the building of the mosque and with the wisdom of President Obama's remarks on this issue last week.

I'll make two quick points here:

1) I think quite frankly that anyone's pretense to arguing that certain structures or businesses should be restricted within an arbitrary (and yet-to-be determined) distance of the site of the World Trade Center and its immediate vicinity should not be permitted, arguing that this space is hallowed ground, lost much if not all its resonance when the Port Authority decided that the WTC site was too valuable commercially to leave "vacant" (read: as a memorial to 9/11). One could argue, in fact, that the only religion that has emerged triumphant here, the first one to slap the face of the victims and survivors of that day, was Capitalism. Yes: I understand the other arguments for rebuilding there, but really: a revenue-generator as a memorial of that day?

2) I have grown weary of those people who in effect are making the argument that the Establishment Free Exercise Clause [thanks, Randall] applies only to those faiths within the Christian tradition (Judeo-Christian, if the arguer is feeling especially inclusive). These people rail against perceived and actual disrespect for their faith but do not feel compelled to respect the faith (let alone the rights) of others to worship (or not) when and where and as they please. Religious fundamentalists have for years advocated in the courts over the right to engage in organized prayer in public schools (churches apparently not offering enough space or opportunity for that activity) and cannot comprehend why on earth anyone might find that even coming close to violating the Establishment Clause; yet, let the adherents of one particular religion seek (and obtain, via unanimous approval of the relevant board) permission to build a building not even entirely devoted to worship, and all Heck breaks loose among some of those very same people--people, by the way, who would have said nothing if a Christian or Jewish or Buddhist or Hindu entity had proposed and been approved for the same structure.

It seems to me that that was the substance of President Obama's remarks: to affirm the Free Exercise Clause, even in the face of widespread opposition to this particular instance of its exercise. But the Constitution is not a popularity contest. The slap in the face here is being administered those who want to be protected by the Constitution but refuse to extend those same protections to others.

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Tuesday, June 02, 2009

On George Tiller, Reformation Lutheran Church, and "excessive certainty"

Not that I have much of value to add to the discussion of the murder of George Tiller on Sunday nor, for that matter, that the little I will say here will be said all that well, but: as not just a person profoundly conflicted about abortion but also a resident of Wichita and, as well, a member of Reformation Lutheran Church who once had a brief, genial conversation with Dr. Tiller, I feel the need to speak my little piece so, maybe, I can gain a little mental peace about that day's event.

While reading this post by hilzoy over at Washington Monthly this morning--one of those back-and-forth kinds of posts that frequently pops up as bloggers respond to responses to their posts--I was struck by these paragraphs:

Megan [McArdle; her post is here] claims to find "the certainty of the pro-choice side so disturbing". But that's not what is at issue in my post, or publius', or in the comments. What bothered me about Megan's post wasn't anything to do with which side is right in the abortion debate; it was her claim that whenever someone thinks that our government, through its lawful decision procedures, has done something that will result in the deaths of innocents, that person is justified in using lethal force to get her way.

If someone has a problem with excessive certainty here, it's not those of us who think that when we lose politically, and the stakes are non-negligible, we are not justified in resorting to political violence.
A few words about "excessive certainty" below the fold.

Well, okay: This blog is blessed in having regular visitors (or at least commenters) who, their personal opinions on issues aside, are thoughtful enough to see the dangers of excessive certainty, so I'll not dwell on those dangers here. But I feel compelled to say something about my conversation with Dr. Tiller and about my congregation.

Though Tiller's reputation most definitely preceded him, I had never seen a picture of him before the Sunday he and I chatted. I happened to be sitting next to him in the pew; after the service, he complimented me on my singing and asked if I had thought about joining the church choir, which his wife was a member of; I thanked him for his kind words and said that my teaching schedule at the time didn't permit me to attend rehearsals. Then he asked for my name and I asked for his, and I told him I was pleased to meet him. When I told a co-worker yesterday about this conversation, she said something to the effect that he must have felt uneasy to tell me his name; I said that if he was, he didn't show it: this is a man who, after all, after he was shot in both arms by an assailant, returned to his clinic the next day. As I think back on that Sunday I met him, in fact, I may have been the more intimidated.

I had read descriptions of procedures for late-term abortions before meeting Dr. Tiller. The specifics are such that, if such procedures are to be legal, one would want them performed as infrequently as possible. But as I have read these past few days in various places the accounts of women who were patients of Dr. Tiller's, I realized that those descriptions of the procedures that I'd read focused on the procedures themselves and on the number of times they'd been performed at the time of that writing. They'd not focused on why--except in all but dismissive terms, if at all--women would seek out those who perform them. The effect of reading only these accounts--and I admit to falling victim to assuming this--is to imply that the pregnancies terminated by these means were healthy ones. I've belatedly been learning about via these patients' accounts that that's clearly not the case: I've read about fetuses with exposed brains who would die soon after being born, assuming they survived being born; Down Syndrome babies with severe congenital heart defects (such babies are not eligible for heart transplants); twins, one of which had died in utero and the toxins from whose body were poisoning both the mother and the still-living twin; another set of twins conjoined in such a way that to surgically separate them would result in the death of one and the severe maiming (if not death) of the other; having to travel to Kansas for the procedure because the mother's obstetrician, even as he recommended that it be done, refused to perform it himself (or, in another case, had not been trained by his (Catholic-affiliated) hospital to perform it himself). I read more than these accounts, but you get the idea. All these conditions were found well into or even after the end of the second trimester. One can of course argue with these parents' decisions to seek late-term abortions, one can still loathe what Dr. Tiller did for these people; but two things came through to me in these accounts, again and again: a) these parents wanted to be pregnant when they learned, so late in their pregnancies, of their babies' conditions; b) these were the sorts of choices that too many people, whether pro-choice or pro-life, tend to erase via their glib sloganeering, their excessive certainty in their rightness. Questions of the moral or legal rightness of late-term abortion aside, who would want even to be presented with such circumstances, much less make decisions about them? The availability and legality of these procedures has not made these parents' lives one whit easier or more convenient--but nor, for that matter, would their lives--or the lives of their children--have been made one whit easier by choosing or being forced by law to carry these pregnancies to term.

I'm certain of very few things. But here's one thing of which I'm excessively certain: George Tiller was a sinner. In the sense that we all have fallen short, he was in no greater or lesser need of God's grace and mercy and love than any other member of the Church or of the larger human family. It was in that spirit that he was a welcome member of Reformation. He was welcome there not because the other parishioners individually agreed with Tiller's practice or, for that matter, felt his continued attendance at Reformation caused more trouble for the church than could be justified. For, you see, the church had for years been the subject of continual picketing on Sunday mornings and disruptions of services when Tiller was in attendance--disruptions frequent enough that the church council felt compelled, a few years ago, to institute a policy permitting ushers to forbid the presence of cameras or recording devices in the sanctuary without the pastor's prior approval. Those disruptions interfered not just with Tiller's right to worship where and as he pleased but with the right of every other member of Reformation to do the same. I admire my church's defense of its members' right to worship in peace and its refusal to ostracize someone who attracted such unwanted attention, no matter what its members may have privately thought about that person.

So here I am, at the end of this post, not understanding anything any more clearly (much less rightly) than before I started writing it. That's because, so far as I can tell, nothing in the larger debates about abortion has changed, really, as a result of Scott Roeder's alleged act. Tiller's clinic will re-open this coming Monday. Whether we like it or not, abortion is still just as protected an act. Medical technology will continue to reveal fetuses with abnormalities and parents will still face soul-searing dilemmas about what to do. On the other hand, a family and a church congregation have been violated, and who knows how that fact will affect them in the days, the years ahead.

Roeder's acting on his excessive certainty has left the world just as uncertain a place--though in ways his certainty had blinded him so as not to see.

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Thursday, April 09, 2009

On an occasional little-known but significant advantage of being Greek Orthodox

As taught me by a colleague who, being Greek Orthodox, should know:

"This year, we get cheap Peeps."

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Saturday, April 04, 2009

"I worked ten hours on my Decalogue/I was thinkin' 'bout you all day"

Via The Washington Monthly:

This week, a far-right state legislator in Oklahoma pushed a measure to have a Ten Commandments monument placed on the Capitol grounds. Asked which version of the Decalogue would receive the state's endorsement -- Catholics, Protestants, and Jews list the Commandments differently -- state Sen. Randy Brogdon (R) said, "Probably an Oklahoma version."
Gives new meaning to the term "state religion," no?

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Monday, January 12, 2009

Natty Bumppo's "natur": The anxiety of bearing no cross

Illustration depicting the aged Natty Bumppo's first appearance, silhouetted against an enormous setting sun, in Cooper's The Prairie (1827). Image found here.

I know, I know: I said I was reading Cooper so you didn't have to. But no one said anything about shielding you from reading about Cooper.

Over at Domestic Issue there's a long post that meditates on the word and phrase you see in its title. What follows is the core of the post:

At the beginning of this post, I wondered whether, by rendering Bumppo’s pronunciation of the word as “natur,” Cooper might want to suggest something more existential about his protagonist: that he at some level feels some lack in his nature that puts him at risk of being alienated from the people with whom he claims a racial kinship. It’s here that I would like to engage in a bit more speculation: that the key to Bumppo’s anxiety is suggested by a pun, which may or may not be intentional on Cooper’s part, in Bumppo’s saying that his “blood bears no cross”: that is, that while Bumppo believes in God and “Providence,” it would be a mistake to identify him as a Christian–at least, as that term is understood by the other whites in the novel. At a time when religious affiliation, a community’s being held together and affirming its members via a shared faith in God–and, more precisely, a shared expression of that faith via theology and doctrine–was an accepted part of communal life and was fully embraced by almost everyone, it is not too excessive to suggest the possibility that Bumppo’s spiritual estrangement from his fellows compels him to affirm his kinship via his consanguinity–his “natur”–all the while fearing that even consanguinity might not be sufficient.
There's also a brief guest appearance by a naked and emaciated Cabeza de Vaca. Really now: How can you resist that teaser?

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Friday, January 09, 2009

Wichita, we have a problem. Fortunately, I have a solution

"Come hither," beckons that steam. Image found here.

(Updated below the fold with musical proof of what I speak.)

From Yahoo!.com, via A California Girl in Kansas (thanks, Bobby--about whom, by the way, you local folks need to know, if you don't already) comes a list of the 10-Best and -Worst U.S. Cities for Dating. The best? Austin (duh!). Second-worst? The Peerless Princess of the Prairie, and here's why, in part:

Latte, Anyone?: Wichita (overall No. 79) and Greensboro (overall No. 75) are among those cities that are home to the least number of coffee shops per capita, leaving few good places for young people to converge and trade stories after a fun night out.
Now: It's true that Wichita tends to rank high on lists of best cities to raise a family and livability in general, but I would hope there's no correlation between our dearth of coffeeshops and our overall pleasantness as a place to live. That would be not only Just. Weird., but more than a little sad, good coffee, like beer, being proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

Hey . . . hmmm. God? Coffee? Happiness? The possibility of finding one's future mate?

Paging Ariel . . .

My long-time bloggy friend Ariel is not only a devoted man of God, he also has a serious coffee jones--in his current post, in fact, he laments the fact that he doesn't presently have the means to roast his own beans. It also so happens that he is in the early stages of establishing a church in the arts district of Kansas City. He has my moral support in this, and I wish I could send him a little financial support as well.

But, Ariel: Wichita's need is at least as large as KC's, which (I know, I know) happens to rank #1 on the 10-Worst Dating list but, apparently, does not lack for coffeeshops. So, while I do wish you well over there in KC, just know that the single folks of Wichita are not sufficiently caffeinated, un-hooked-up, AND unchurched. They--we all--could use you here.

UPDATE: Bring me java, bring me joy:


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Friday, December 12, 2008

Felíz día del santo!

View of the Basilica of the Virgin of Guadalupe, Mexico City, October 2008. Click to enlarge. Image taken by the Mrs.

Today is the feast day of the Virgin of Guadalupe, a day I have written about before. The Wikipedia article on the Virgin is a good place to start for those who would like an introduction to the story of her appearances to Juan Diego and, on this day in 1531, the miracle of her image's appearance on Juan Diego's ayate (something like a man's rebozo), now on display in the basilica.

As readers of this blog know, recently I have written some posts here and elsewhere on the Virgin and how she is depicted in art of the colonial era, and what all that might suggest about her place in the history and culture of the Americas. Below are links to those posts, should anyone be interested.

A look at a painting. Not primarily about the Virgin of Guadalupe, but this post makes some observations about the practice of syncretism as, at least in part, a response to the rapidly-growing mixed-race population in New Spain.

The Virgin of Guadalupe and "The New World" as oxymoron. A look at three allegorized paintings of the Virgin and what they suggest about her image (in all its senses) as beyond the final control of either the Church or the people who venerate her.

A brief adventure in New World iconography. In which I try to explain why a beaver, of all things, appears in a frieze depicting the Virgin's appearance to Juan Diego.

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Monday, June 04, 2007

What constitutes a secular baptism?

For some, apparently, it's no longer enough for all people here to be subject to the laws of this country and to be held accountable should they be found to have broken it.

Hugh Hewitt (via Andrew Sullivan), with regard to debates over the proposed immigration bill being debated in the House:

Illegals from those countries ["with known jihadist networks"] should have to make a positive showing of loyalty to the west and absent a confirming investigation, remain undocumented and subject to deportation. With such a provision, the new law becomes the very useful tool in stopping jihadist attacks within the U.S. that its backers argue it is already.

I'll keep this short and simply say, within the context of this post, that the phrase "positive showing of loyalty to the west" just sits there like we all know what that means, a time bomb of arbitrariness that, like most bombs, will affect far more than its intended targets should it ever detonate.

Cheerier stuff on its way.

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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Rewriting the "One-Drop Rule": The nexus of Christianism and Nativisn

It's been a while since I've written a post like this and, believe me, I have tried very hard to keep from it. And I promise that cheerier, or at least less-weighty, reading will appear here, as it always does. As with most of us, I find it more pleasurable to give rein to my frivolous side(s).

But you know how it is: There is silly blindness, and there is that blindness that looks in the direction of a darkness so frightening that it can't be laughed off but must be named, in the collective face of those Americans and Christians who champion and propagate this blindness, for what it is: as un-American and un-Christian.

To spare those not interested in reading more, the rest is below the fold.

This post has its origins in the proposed immigration bill being debated in Congress, but it is not about that bill per se. Rather, it's the sentiment that to my mind, and disturbingly so, drives the rhetoric of many who participate in this debate. I'll pick up Christianism's link to all this in a bit.

My position on immigration policy: I write this as someone who does believe in secure borders but who also grew up in Texas and thus is distressed by the coming requirement that crossing the border into Mexico will require a passport--and who, it must be said, as a result of his two years living in Mexico grew to have enormous respect for people willing to risk what they risk both at the border and in the States in order to earn what they earn on behalf of their families; as one who believes it isn't a bad idea to keep closer track of people who enter into this country with visas but who also thinks that the annual number of visas available to farm and manual laborers is ridiculously small; as one who believes that all people in this country, citizens and migrants and people with visas, should obey the laws of this country but who also thinks that some people have weird definitions for the word amnesty (especially within the context of the proposed bill's requirements for those presently here illegally who want to return here legally) not to mention laughably unrealistic ideas--if they even have ideas--on what to do instead with those people currently here illegally; as one, finally, who thinks employers can and should follow the law when hiring but who also accepts as a given that we owe much of our prosperity as a nation not to Wall Street or our education but to the simple fact that our fields and construction sites and restaurants and yards and houses and office buildings are filled with people (many of them here illegally, yes) doing work that the vast, vast majority of us, to put it euphemistically, have decided, for whatever reason, to opt out of. Sure--speaking within the context of the law, we owe the lawbreaker nothing. Speaking within another context, though, we owe these people far more--as Americans at least, if not as human beings, and that is something that the debate as currently configured seems not to take into account. In short: If you were to ask me what I think about immigration policy, I'd have to say, "It's complicated."

Enough of that. (The above is one of those instances where I wish that there were a footnote hack for Blogger.)

Here's why I originally had thought in the past about writing a post on current immigration debates: In all the talk about "securing our borders," the only border anyone seems intent on securing is our southern border. The fear expressed is that terrorists could slip in from the south. Without at all discounting that possibility, and admitting the possibility that I might be wrong, I don't recall a single publicized incident in which a suspected terrorist had entered or was caught attempting to enter from Mexico. All the instances I can think of involve people being caught at the Canadian border or people with visas that had expired. The border with Canada is almost twice as long as that with Mexico; our ports remain without mandated scanning of containers for radiation because of pressure from retailers like Wal-Mart . . . and it's only because we're speaking of borders here that I'm not taking up the issue of our still-unprotected chemical plants and refineries. But you get the point: We have more than one border, but only one of them seems to merit militarization on a scale approaching that of a border shared by enemy states.

I know the answer: The southern border is the one we have the most "problems" with. I am not blind to many of those problems, chief among them the drug trade and the trafficking in human lives that current immigration policy is largely responsible for. But there are those, as we know, who engage in these debate about secure borders who don't mention the drug trade (which perpetrates far more collective terror and violence in this country than terrorists so far have). Their fear is of a sort of cultural terrorism: their sense that immigrants from Latin America seem not to want to assimilate, as usually symbolized by learning English; instead, these people fear, we feel compelled to assimilate to accommodate them and thus risk losing our national identity. Whatever that's supposed to mean--and as if I didn't know.

It is an old, old and not at all flattering thread of our history, this outsized fear of (usually) dark-skinned peoples who don't share "our values." Never mind that no statistical data shows that Hispanics are less likely to assimilate than immigrants of other ethnicities, and never mind that for every anecdote offered of people taking offense that the person they're speaking to doesn't speak Spanish, I can offer one of a first-generation Hispanic-American slightly embarrassed to acknowledge that s/he speaks almost no Spanish--or, for that matter, stories of American tourists in Mexico angry that the people they're dealing with don't speak English. Never mind all that. What about our fear?

Here, unfortunately, is where we find Christianists aiding and abetting this fear.

Via Glenn Greenwald and Crooked Timber, I learned of some blogger reaction to this Pew Foundation survey of Muslims in the U.S. and the extent to which they (Muslims) feel assimilated in this country. I gather from Greenwald that these other bloggers didn't note the study's title or opening paragraph, or, for that matter, the very good news the survey reveals regarding American Muslims' sense of their economic stability, of the status of women, and their concern regarding terrorism; what they appear to have focused on was that 48% of those surveyed thought of themselves as "Muslim" first; 28% thought of themselves as "American" first; 18% answered "both;" 7% responded with "Don't know." Curiously, as John Quiggen notes in the Crooked Timber post,

By contrast, for self-described US Christians, the results were 48 per cent for American first, and only 42 per cent for Christian first, with 7 per cent saying “Both” and 3 per cent Don’t Know.
Quiggen, following Galatians 3:28, makes the obvious point: Shouldn't all Christians identify themselves, a priori, as Christians? Greenwald's post, via links to and comments on some recent news items, says that we all should have reason to fear certain people who identify themselves as Christians, and for the same reason we fear certain people who identify themselves as Muslims . . . yet, as he notes, we didn't hear much about the former from a certain realm of the blogosphere because they weren't identified as being Muslims. And, even though it is sickening to ponder for any length of time, no Christian will want to miss Greenwald's discussion of the results of a 2005 survey on Catholic and Protestant attitudes on torture--especially as compared to the population as a whole.

All this, this conflation/confusing of religion with national identity, which apparently is okay when Christian Americans (or is it American Christians?) somehow leads certain of us to affirm behavior--justified to us as being done on our behalf, no less--that we once loudly condemned in other nations but now, of course, can say nothing about (the proper response to the One-Drop Rule is, of course, "that's the pot calling the kettle black"). So now, having lost the moral high ground--and, moreover, treated to the sorry spectacle of national leaders who induce us to act out of fear rather than out of the courage of our convictions as a nation--we have no choice but to act out of fear. Brown-skinned people from the south scare us because, well, we're afraid of ALL brown-skinned people . . . especially really religious brown-skinned people. 'Cause, you know, religion can make you nuts. Unless of course you're a Protestant.

All this is not merely angering. It is also saddening and, frankly, embarrassing. It is cowering, it is living in fear, and it is borne not of an affirming assertion of will but a loss of secular and spiritual faith. Nations and religions must by definition have identities, no question. But the great strength of this nation has been precisely its openness and generosity; as for Christianity, its downfall throughout history is when it allies itself too closely with secular entities. It suffers as an institution; more crucially, though, it loses its moral authority. In extreme cases, it can make some of us consider trying to pass for secular when socially convenient. But hey: if the Church decides to be in favor of, say, torture, I figure it's decided to pass for something far more perverse than "secular."

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

A stretch of river XXXVII: Distracted

Most days, our twice-daily walks create a space within which I can focus on one idea, or at least on a related set of ideas. Or, something I see on the walks leads directly to one of these posts. But today, as Scruffy, his attention divided between a cat bounding away from us on our right and, on our left, a male mallard moving in as stately a manner as a mallard is ever going to move, threatened via his lunging to pull one of my arm muscles, it struck me that his behavior was analogous to my state of mind this morning.

Here, in order of later recollection, is a list of the things I thought about more than fleetingly this morning, at least some of which (be forewarned) are likely to appear here sooner or later this summer:

My brother, who, along with his Army Reserve unit, is somewhere north of Baghdad.

The text of the historical plaque and that, yes, I still wanted to tease out some things hidden in between the lines of those few words.

The complicated "text" presented by the Velázquez painting I recently posted over at my newish blog.

Edna Ferber's novel Show Boat, which I've blogged about before and which I'll be writing about more this summer.

That led me to think about visiting the libraries at Wichita State University and at the U. of Kansas at least a few times this summer.

How I feel no particular sadness (or joy, for that matter) regarding the passing of Jerry Falwell, and how this piece on NPR today--not disrespectful but in which Falwell freely admits that he would seek (and gain) media attention via his occasional remarks that, most would agree, bordered on the obscene--just confirmed for me today the appropriateness of my absence of sadness.

But how, on the other hand, I feel considerable sadness on behalf of Mrs. Meridian, whose high school debate teacher died a few days ago. They were the co-members of a mutual admiration society, so this has hit Mrs. M. very hard. Death is at its most unfair when those of us left feel we haven't fulfilled the promise the person who has died saw in us.

How I really must impose some semblance of order on my office at school. But not today. The birds are singing, dammit!

Why I, a Texan of Norwegian and German heritage, should be so drawn to music from Africa--and that, now that I know of the existence of Museke, I can move toward a deeper understanding of what's going on in this music that speaks to me more deeply than oompah-bands and Ah-ha ever will.

Speaking of music: Last.fm and the playlist widget over in the right gutter. Yes: You want to know what my musical tastes are . . . you just don't know you want to. There are about 50 full-length tracks there, a little of everything, from the sublime (Arvo Pärt, "Tabula Rasa") to the Guilty Pleasure (Bon Jovi, "You Give Love a Bad Name"). The especially-obsessed can click on the icon in the lower-right corner to convert it into a pop-up so that if you happen to leave that page the radio won't shut off.

And how, if I made a list of all this stuff, something in it might actually interest someone.

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Sunday, April 29, 2007

Some stones need to stay rejected, methinks

"Christians against UFOs and Aliens. Subtitle: "Say NO to Evil Aliens!"

It would be funny if it were not so deadly earnest. I feel only a bewildered despair.

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The "Following Jesus" Manifesto

This has been up for a couple of days at Today at the Mission: Daily Life in a Homeless Shelter, which is a must-read for those who think Christianity would be quite a pleasant little way to think if it weren't for (some) Christians. Its writer, who goes by "[rhymes with Kerouac]," sees the Gospel at work as few of us, Christian or not, will--or dare--to.

This is an updated Beatitudes, one with street cred shaped and tempered by the streets and not by tough-guy poses--and certainly not by TBN or 700 Club make-up artists. I hope some of my readers will really hear this.

1. Stop talking about Jesus. Just stop. If we loved the people around us half as much as we say we love Jesus the rest of this manifesto would be entirely redundant.
2. Live a secret life. Invest the time, effort and vulnerability necessary to delve deeply into the scripture and prayer. Spend long periods of time in stillness. There is no shortcut to this, there is no other way. Without a deep and secret life we soon find ourselves talking about Jesus instead of being like Jesus.
3. Stop pretending. I'm a Christian, and I suck. So do you. Let's get that out of the way, shall we?
4. Give more than you get. There will always be more than enough.
5. Be present for those around you. Following Jesus has nothing to do with your work, your resume or your income. In fact, nothing that matters does.
6. Treasure broken-ness. Our broken places are sacred spaces in our heart. Honour them. Value them. In doing so you love the unlovely, publicly declaring the beauty of God's image in everyone. Greet the broken with comfort and cool water.
7. Throw a party.
8. Know Jesus well enough to recognize him on the street. This is rather important, because he can always be found on the street - and he usually looks more like a pan-handler than a preacher.
9. Accept ingratitude and abuse as a fixed cost. Embrace them, and then go the extra mile.
10. If you follow Jesus, you will anger religious people. This is how you will know.


(Sorry to go on so. As a Christian myself, though, I cannot impress upon you enough just how refreshing and exhilarating, in the face of how the Religious Right hath wrought the media image of Christianity--both its own image and how the Church gets reported in mainstream media, reading [rhymes with Kerouac] has been for me. I imagine RWK, James Dobson, Mark Driscoll (sorry, Ariel) and Richard Dawkins meeting in an intellectual dark alley somewhere, the man with the truest image of what the Church is and should be about being the one left standing.)

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Friday, April 09, 2004

Good Friday; Arvo Part's Passio

I said something in yesterday's entry about discussing the assessment model we were presented with in my school's in-service meeting yesterday.  While that matter is definitely blog-worthy, I'd rather, this Good Friday, turn to loftier matters.
I have since met other believers who have felt this way, but when I was a child I felt very odd because I actually preferred Good Friday to Easter.  Religion and belief are certainly intellectualizable--and they should be (see, for example, this article from the New Republic about the character of the recent arguments held before the Supreme Court about the constitutionality of the phrase "under God" in our nation's Pledge of Allegiance)--but in the end the practice of one's beliefs should produce emotion as well.  And as a child, I found the chill produced by Good Friday to be far more significant that the thrill of Easter.  My faith was ironically more alive at that commemoration of a death than at any other time (though now, many years later--and this may sound strange--I finally "get" why Christmas should matter so much and, thus, it now provides the same chill Good Friday does.  But that discussion will have to wait until, say, Advent).  The ideas that God's Son could--and did--die, and that God willed this to happen, with His Son's consent, out of love for His creation, stunned and stun today, more so than the Resurrection, the manifestation of God's power to raise the dead (but what Christian could doubt THAT??).  As I write this, I gaze up at a crucifix which gazes down at me--the Christ figure and I contemplate each other, an exchange that need not be put into words; it goes deeper than language.
But not deeper, perhaps, than art or music can go.  Consider, for example, this powerful painting by Grunewald, one that never fails to elicit comments from my Humanities students.
One can attribute the Crucifixion's pervasiveness as a theme to reasons other than theological ones--to, for example, the cult of the Passion in the pre-Reformation Church; but art that takes the Crucifixion as its theme is not only plentiful but powerful from the medieval to Counter-Reformation eras.  Though less so now, Mel Gibson's film notwithstanding, the Crucifixion still and must continue to command Christianity's collective attention.  We cannot fully recognize the triumph of Easter if we do not fully accept Christ's literal suffering and death.  As an aside, though, I would add that Gibson's film is a distortion of the Gospel, despite his claim (on The Tonight Show, of all places) that the problem of those who object to his film is that their real problem is with the Gospel.  That is extraordinarily distasteful at best, implicitly calling into question as it does the faith of many, many devout Christians--clergy as well as laity--who object to it on various grounds, and terribly arrogant of him at worst: the route established by comments such as that is well traveled by religious extremists of whatever faith.  Yes: Christ suffered, died, and was raised for the forgiveness of our sins.  But The Passion of the Christ does not reveal Christ's living--that is, how He would have us live, which is, of course, the whole point of Christianity (or of any religion).  His film in effect, to pun on an old image of the Cross, mistakes the forest for the Tree.
But enough of that.  As I have been writing this, I've been listening to Arvo Part's setting of John's account (in the Vulgate) of Christ's suffering and death, titled Passio.  Here are a couple of links to information about him:
Musicolog; Arvo Part.
Part (Tallinn, Estonia, 1935) is an extraordinary contemporary composer.  The temptation is to see him as a sort of Minimalist composer because of his stark arrangements, but I think he's actually evoking (perhaps reworking) the terrain of the oldest written Western music, Gregorian chant, blending with that tradition the folk harmonies of eastern European music.  (But these are my ears-in-training talking; as you'll read in the sites I've linked you to, you'll read about the composition theory he calls tintinnabuli.)  His music simultaneously sounds ancient and strangely familiar and yet like not quite anything else.  His best-known ensemble pieces ("Fratres," "Cantus in Memory of Benjamin Britten" and "Tabula Rasa"--all of which, by the way, are available on a first-rate CD titled Tabula Rasa released by ECM in 1984) have an effect on me of something like the best modern sculptures, or maybe a painting by someone like Rothko: they don't merely assume a shape, they actually alter the space they occupy.  My room actually LOOKS different as I listen to him.  I don't know how else to describe that effect. Passio (1982; this is a Naxos recording from 2003) is a choral ensemble piece performed mostly a capella, with a tenor and bass singing the words of Pilate and Jesus respectively.  Handel this ain't: the music's sound and performance style is very close to chant, as it repeats musical ideas (though not words) in the same minor key.  But the multi-voiced parts aren't sung in unison, as Gregorian chant is--rather, they are reminiscent of Leonin's pieces from the late medieval period, with some singers singing what a bagpiper would call a drone note and others singing a moving line against that held note.  It isn't for everyone.  There certainly are flashier pieces on this same theme.  But as I hope I made clear in my earlier description of Part's music at its best, his goal here is not flash but to create an ambiance for contemplation: in the case of this piece, the aural equivalent of contemplating a crucifix in all its starkness, one in which the silence between notes is as important--perhaps more so--as the notes themselves.  The drama isn't in the music; it's inside the listener.
 
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