Saturday, June 25, 2011
Of Splinters and Logs, Stones and Glass Houses...

Today, New York State passed legislation legalizing gay marriage. Or, as it’s now called, “marriage”. For those of you who may not know, I am a card carrying resident of New York State. I also have many friends and people I care about who live in New York State who would self identify as conservative or as Christians; often they’d identify as both. They tend to feel strongly that this was A Bad Thing.

My responses in discussing this issue with them have taken a mildly mocking tone and displayed a certain dismissiveness. I’ve chosen to laugh at their views on gay marriage not out of disrespect, but because I feel those views are in fact laughable. Laughing seems the most appropriate response. To my mind, it’s a bit like responding to a 2 year old’s temper tantrum: From the perspective of the toddler, their anger is real, their feelings have been hurt, their sensibilities violated and they deeply, sincerely feel an injustice has been committed. “What do you mean I can’t get a bag of Skittles from the grocery checkout line? THIS IS SO WRONG!” And then the shit storm begins.

The mature response, however, is not to take their tantrum seriously. Rather, we compassionately identify with their anger and fear, while maintaining a certain bemused distance from their actual complaint. “Aww, it’s ok sweetie”, we might utter quietly while comforting the raging child. We don’t seriously engage them as if they’ve actually been wronged because they didn’t get their way. As an evolved, mature adult, we know better.

This is basically how I see American Christianity’s objections to marriage equality – a juvenile, guttural response rooted in their Id and fueled by ignorance, bad thinking, and flawed argumentation. The people I know – these are family, friends, people I respect and care about, and who care about me – would say they are driven not so much by anti-gay feelings as they are by a sincere desire to be faithful to what they understand to be God’s revealed Word. I believe that they really believe this when they say it. I believe that they honestly are striving to be the best Christians they know how to be, that their opposition to gay marriage is simply a side effect of a sincere Biblical commitment to their faith; they’re not simply practicing rank bigotry. But I also call shenanigans.

The inconsistencies that conservative Christians accept ostensibly in the pursuit of adhering to Biblical values and principles in the matter of condemning gay marriage are staggering. Jesus Himself had 100% more to say on the topic of heterosexual divorce in the Bible than He had to say on homosexuality. Namely, He speaks out once in the Gospels on the topic of divorce (Matthew 19:1-11), and not at all on the topic of homosexuality. Yet American Christians are by and large silent on the matter of divorce in their churches, but speak against homosexuality with vigor and freedom of conscience.

The rate of divorce in American churches mirrors that of the larger population, and this is accepted as an unfortunate fact of life. There are no well meaning Christian therapists arguing that if you just pray enough, divorced couples can get back together and live happily ever after. If we can pray away the gay, then we can pray away divorces, yes? Try telling that to the single, divorced mom sitting down the pew from you. See what kind of response you get.

If we really believe that Christian Scripture is divinely inspired, that it has made its way to us today under the guidance of God Himself through the hands of men inspired by His Spirit, why aren’t Christ’s words on divorce taken to heart the way Paul’s views on homosexuality are? Shouldn’t Christians place more weight on texts attributed to the Son of God Himself than they do to moral guidance from a mere man, inspired prophet or not?

Why doesn’t the Christian community have the same energetic response to divorce that they have to homosexuality and gay marriage? Why don’t churches insist divorced singles stay single and celibate (or remarry the person they divorced) the way churches insist homosexuals must stay single and celibate (or enter into a heterosexual relationship) in order to comply with Biblical teachings? There are divorced singles groups advertised in church bulletins all across America. I don’t know of any gay singles groups being offered in these same churches. Churches treat divorce as the highly personal, complex issue that it is, while applying blanket, stark moral reasoning to issues of sexual orientation.

We don’t we see Christian funded political action committees lobbying to make divorce illegal except in the case of infidelity. There are no groups with names like “Protect American Families” arguing for Federal or state Constitutional amendments outlawing heterosexual divorce. Certainly heterosexual divorce undermines the historical institution of marriage more profoundly than does gay participation. Far more children are deeply wounded by their heterosexual parents divorcing than are harmed by knowing there’s an open lesbian married couple living next door.

I’ll tell you why this is. I don’t think it’s necessarily naked, overt hypocrisy, although there is certainly an element of hypocrisy in it. Rather, I believe it’s because divorce is something that can and does happen to every day Christians. It’s “our sin”, not “their sin”. We all can identify with being so wounded by a person that we love that we find it impossible to carry on in the relationship, infidelity or not. Divorce happens to good, committed Christians that we know and respect; conversely homosexuality is easier to hide and ignore due to its highly personal nature. And so the Christian community is hesitant to take a strong, principled position on divorce consistent with Jesus’ teachings. Christians look at their fellow divorced congregants and very honestly say to themselves, “There but by the grace of God go I.”

Not so with sexual orientation. We can keep homosexuality at a distance. We have trouble identifying with different sexual orientations. It seems so strange, maybe even mysterious! We can’t imagine ever being attracted to a person of the same sex, much less falling in love or having a physical homosexual relationship. Homosexuality is so foreign, so Other, so not a part of our every day life, that it allows us to enthusiastically and uncritically embrace Biblical passages condemning it, while gingerly tip toeing around the passages that clearly apply to our immediate communities.

I’m not suggesting that the solution to this dissonance is for Christians to forcefully and consistently condemn divorce with the same certitude that all things gay are condemned. Not only would that be immoral, it wouldn't be in keeping with the spirit or intent of Jesus’ teachings in the Gospels, and of the overall moral imperatives of the larger New Testament authors. What I would suggest is that the Christian community ought to abandon trite and convenient phrases such as “love the sinner, hate the sin” as a means of coming to terms with the very difficult challenges of fitting a first century Bible informed by a pre-modern Jewish Palestinian world view to a 21st century world informed by Enlightenment thinking and the scientific method. It’s no small task, and doing that in a deep, meaningful , thoughtful, and loving way takes more energy than “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.”

Until conservative American Christians writ large start doing the hard work of serious thinking and serious moral reasoning, I don’t feel compelled to treat their objections to modern concepts of morality – or the forms that morality takes - as anything more than the mindless cries of a newborn infant, scared and unhappy that its formerly comfortable word is changing in ways it can’t quite comprehend.

"Why do you look at the splinter in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the log in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the splinter out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother’s eye." ~Matthew 7:3-5


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Friday, February 25, 2011
I sure do wish they'd stop being so good to us...

It seems like every time I'm away from my website for any period of time, I return to find Blogger has "improved" their service in such a way that it breaks my website. This time has been, unfortunately, no different.

It's like that scene from Cool Hand Luke; Luke is getting the shit kicked out of him (again) by The Captain, who exclaims "It's for your own good!" Luke replies, "Gee Captain, I sure do wish you'd stop being so good to me."


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Thursday, February 24, 2011
A one man stimulus package...

One interesting challenge of being suddenly and unexpectedly deployed by the Army Reserve: I have all these Groupons to spend.

You see, thinking that I would be around this summer and funemployed, I began taking advantage of Groupons for my city over the past 6 months in preparation. Now I have 2 weeks to spend them all.

I've got an appointment to have my teeth whitened. I just bought 4 cases of an assortment of wines. I have several dinners to go out to. And $40 worth of assorted beers to purchase and consume. All by the middle of March.

¡Salud!


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Sunday, July 25, 2010
See, it's funny because wearing that wouldn't do anything for you...

This afternoon I was in the gym using the elliptical machine to cool down after weight training. I look over and there's a guy wearing a weight vest - on the exercise bike.

I wanted to ask him what that was about, but he looked like he was pretty into his workout, so I left him be.


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Saturday, July 24, 2010
Gym Etiquette...

Ok, really? There's three treadmills to choose from, and you pick the one in the middle? The urinal rule applies here man. I don't want to run next to you if I don't have to.


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Friday, July 23, 2010
Story telling...

I've been listening to This American Life and The Moth podcasts all morning. It always leaves me in a story telling mood, expressive in a way I'm not normally able to be . . .



My family had 8-track tapes when I was a kid. I remember that we had a silver 8-track tape player as part of our home stereo, and we had a player in our car. It was mounted under the center console by my father, the multi-colored wiring harness visibly extending from the back of the player and up under the dashboard like some sort of gigantic CB radio with which you could receive but not transmit. We also had a metric fuck ton of 8-track tapes; at least that was my impression. I never really thought about where they came from at the time, but I imagine they were collected from a myriad of garage sales over the years. Maybe from Salvation Army stores, or from the hamfests & flea markets my father would attend. Who knows.

I have peculiarly distinct impressions of the 8-track. The overwhelming physicality of the system. It captures the essence of what analog means! The tapes were bulky, the size of a small paperback. The feeling of sliding the tape into the gaping mouth of the player until the tape popped into place, seating against the magnetic read heads inside the player. The heavy clunk when you would push the gigantic "forward" button to skip to the next track; the weight and spring loaded resistance of that button. The clicks and ticks and clunks of the tape when it was playing and moved to the next track. The warbling of the audio after the tape had been eaten by the player a few too many times.

I remember that we had these cheap black plastic storage racks for our 8-track tapes at home. They held maybe eight or ten tapes each - I don't recall exactly. They were rectangular with slots that you slid the tapes into, ass end first. (If an 8-track could be thought of as having an ass, that would be the end where the tape was exposed.) The label was exposed and extended over the opposite end of the tape so you could see the title & artist as you looked through the racks of tapes - pretty much like the spine on a CD case today. The album art covered the rest of the label, on the flat broad side of the tape (but of course, you couldn't see that when it was in the player, or when the tape was in the black plastic storage rack.)

I remember looking through these tapes as a kid. I was . . . I suppose a small child. I don't know for certain. Younger than ten years, for sure. Looking at the tapes, taking in the album art and reading the titles exposed on the edge of the tapes. I don't much remember which 8-tracks we had. I would guess a lot of classical; both my parents were into classical at that time.

I do remember one name for some reason: Gordon Lightfoot. I don't recall ever listening to that 8-track, or really wanting to listen to it. In fact, I'm thinking about it as I write this and I couldn't list one song he recorded, or recall a single tune I associate with him. I was just affected by the name for some reason. The name "Gordon" had a very earthy feeling for me. I associated it with browns and mustard yellows, with Sesame Street (remember Gordon?), with the whole 1970's aesthetic. And Lightfoot sounded mystical, almost magical. The name conjured up feelings of a hip, stylish, urbane shaman. Black turtle neck sweaters, brown wide collared leather jackets, side burns, Black Power, alongside brightly colored psychedelic trips through outer space, a la the closing scene from 2001: A Space Odyssey.

There were two albums in particular that I remember actually listening to. A lot. One was an anthology of Beach Boys songs. I *loved* that tape. California Girls, Little Deuce Coupe, Surfer Girl. Thinking of it brings up images of driving in the car on long road trips - probably family summer vacations - my father behind the wheel, me playing that tape over and over and over and over (oh, the patience of a parent when their child discovers something he loves). Sunny days, air whipping through the open car windows, the backs of my thighs sweating against the (blue? green?) vinyl front bench seat. The vinyl cracked from UV damage, exposing the yellowed foam padding underneath. Adventures, new locations, cheap highway restaurants and novel chains we didn't have in western New York. Hardees seemed strange and adventurous then. All this set to a soundtrack of Brian Wilson and harmonies too perfect to contemplate.

The other tape was Pink Floyd's The Wall. There was something in that album that affected me intensely as a child. I was, of course, too young *understand* it. But the tone of the music would wash over me and I would sink into it. I have memories of sitting at home on the hardwood floor in front of the stereo, running my fingers over the latticed doors of the cabinet set in the back left corner of the laundry room (This was where the stereo cabinet was. It wasn't an actual laundry room - the washer and dryer were in the cellar - but it was where we folded the clean laundry. Thus it is, in my childhood memory at least, The Laundry Room.) I remember huge, over the ear headphones with a spiral cord and a thick, 1/4" plug. I put those padded, over-sized RadioShack headphones on and the world would disappear in a sort of delicious sensory deprivation chamber. A distant organ (was it an accordion?) began playing softly in my right ear, and then that gigantic, over powering chord would erupt and away I was dragged. Like an undertow, blessedly drawing me under the water into a sort of all consuming oblivion. Dark, isolated, confined, enveloped and floating in something I was too young to fully comprehend. The Wall was was authentic, it was true. It was *my* truth. It transported me to dark parts of my subconscious that were too dangerous to approach in full daylight. I wore that 8-track out, literally. I remember the day the magnetic tape broke in two while it was playing. The Wall was the very first compact disc I ever purchased as a teenager.



A Beach Boys anthology and Pink Floyd's The Wall. All those 8-tracks, all those years of having them played in my presence, and those two albums are the only two I remember. I think if you knew that about me, that might tell you everything you need to know to understand me.


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Friday, February 19, 2010
She travels outside of karma...






Grace . . .
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It can be her name

Grace . . .
It's the name for a girl
It's also a thought that changed the world

And when she walks on the street you can hear the strings
'Cause Grace finds goodness in everything

Grace . . .
She's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk

She travels outside of karma
She travels outside of karma


And when she goes to work you can hear her strings
'Cause Grace finds beauty in everything

Grace . . .
She carries the world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips

She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt, what once was friction
What left a mark no longer stains
Because grace makes beauty out of ugly things
Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace finds goodness in everything




(Grace, originally by U2 - covered here by Nichole Nordeman from the album In The Name of Love)


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Monday, February 01, 2010
It's almost February...

And I haven't blogged since what, the middle of January?

Well, not quite as bad as I thought but I suppose I might write something here.

See, here's the thing. I haven't been terribly inspired to write much. Not long form anyway. I post on Facebook (you can find me here if you want) but that's usually just random thoughts that catch my fancy.

So. What's new.
So that's life. I've been away from Bagram for several weeks and I'm heading back tomorrow. We'll see what the weather's like.


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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Two quotes for today...

Quote One, from California: "[O]ne of the arguments that the anti-gay-marriage side has increasingly turned to outside the courtroom is that allowing same-sex marriage would hurt heterosexual marriage. At the pretrial hearing, Judge Walker kept asking Charles Cooper, the lawyer defending Proposition 8, how exactly it did so. “I’m asking you to tell me,” he said at last, “how it would harm opposite-sex marriages.”

“All right,” Cooper said.

“All right,” Walker said. “Let’s play on the same playing field for once.”

There was a pause—it seemed like a long one to people in the courtroom, though it was probably only a few seconds. And Cooper said, “Your Honor, my answer is: I don’t know. I don’t know.”


Which confirms my very strong intuition that the animating pathos against same sex marriage is based in simple fear of the unknown, fear of the misunderstood, fear of the Other.

Quote Two, from Degobah: "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”

I know that quote gets overused, but it has the virtue of being very true.


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Monday, January 04, 2010
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