Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The News from Lake Wobegon
So what's up in the Fargo-Moorhead metropolitan region, you may ask? It happens that we know. These are just some of the headlines in the current edition of the local Forum:
- Semi hits four cows on Clay County road
- Valley folks take on region's eating challenges
- Experts say mild weather to linger
- ND hospital makes changes after babies switched
- Lutherans forget divine grace
Well, they all look interesting, don't they? So let's run 'em down. Good news is that the semi driver was not injured, although the cows were killed. The eating challenges in question have nothing (directly) to do with poverty, but rather with the ability of a human being to consume a three pound cheeseburger or a 12-egg omelette. The babies were switched back in September, and the mistake was discovered within and hour. Still, it's a scary thing, and the story never actually specifies which procedures have since changed. For shame, Williston Mercy in Bismarck. The weather does look nice so far, but we're sobered by the national Weather Service fellow, who when asked about spring flooding answered, "Anything at this point is simply literally a guess."
As for the Lutherans, it seems that First and Hope, both in Fargo, have decided to hold back their benevolence from the ELCA. Readers will surely not be surprised to learn that the reason is, in a word, gays. No news there.
What did catch us off guard was that we learned it from an open letter to the congregation councils, linked up top, by the Rev. Arthur W. Johnson, a retired pastor and former member of First. He's pretty unhappy, too. Specifically, he says
What courage you have exhibited to so strongly condemn another’s behavior and commitments[!] I would like to know if you consulted the faithful members of your congregations who are GLBT and included their judgments in your resolutions and if you invited your congregations to vote.
Since you seem so clear and firm on the issue of homosexuality and your Bible’s condemnation of such, what pronouncement are each of your councils preparing for this month? The Christian Bible makes a goodly list: the rich, divorced, women, slavery, enemies, war, imprisoned, foreigners and of course children (Psalm 137:9) to name only a few topics to cut your moral teeth on.
The letter isn't exactly Ciceronian in its rhetoric. Johnson's "goodly list" is a kind of tired trope by now, and we aren't sure there is a Bible that isn't the Christian Bible. And when he says, further on that, that left-handed children were killed in the Middle Ages for being "born sinister," he's just wrong. But cavils aside, we appreciate Johnson's passion, and his willingness to speak publicly about to what must be painfully divided congregations.
We are struck by the possibility, raised by Johnson, that the decision to hold back benevolence was made by the congregation councils, without a vote by the membership. Can this possibly be the case? If so, it seems to us a bit hubristic. Lutheran polity clearly puts major financial decisions -- not to mention decisions about how a congregation shall be aligned with its denomination -- in the hands of the Congregational Meeting.
We don't know the facts, although First has posted an online statement of its own, um, sexual position, which begins by saying that it was adopted "by the unanimous consent of the 24-person council ... with the unanimous support of the Pastoral Staff." It adds that "this unity has probably become as important as the statement itself." Well, probably so, and we don't doubt the results of congregational vote. But did one occur? Readers in the know are encouraged to tell us.
So that's the news from you-know-where. Oh, and Gov. Tim Pawlenty shot a buck, but was thereafter unable to find the wounded animal, leaving it to limp and bleed its way through the snowy woods and eventually succumb to predators or die a slow death from infection. Obviously a candidate for the Dick Cheney Sportmanship Award.
Labels: Mars Loves Venus, Pro Domo Suo
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Note the New Links, Left
Observant readers have probably found that the list of links on the left side of this page is rarely updated. There's a good reason for this, and medieval moral theology gave it a simple name: sloth.
Old Father Anonymous is a lazy, lazy man. So in four years of blogging, he has changed those links maybe twice. Even though it's pretty easy.
But today, he has added three new links, and hopes that you'll take a look at them:
- The English Ministry of the Lutheran Church in Romania. Two American pastors descend on Eastern Europe; one of them is good-looking and the other has a cute kid.
- Pietati, the English Ministry's blog, which offers a less formal picture of what's happening in Transylvania;
- Pastor Joelle's Skating in the Garden in High Heels Under My Alb. And man, has she got some sharp words for CORE today.
Labels: Getting Good Religion, Pro Domo Suo
In America, This Wouldn't Have Happened
It was a grand ecumenical celebration of the Reformation, in a Transylvanian city. We drove to the church, stepped out of the car, and saw this sign: "Blueball Real Estate."Father A. began to laugh. When his bishop asked what was so funny, perhaps he should have maintained a tactful silence. But does that sound like him?
The bishop roared, and as we entered the vestry, made a point of sharing this new and off-color bit of English slang with the assembled clergy.
A German observed that his language had no corresponding word. All agreed that Germans are a lucky, lucky nation.
Labels: Mars Loves Venus, Pro Domo Suo
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
"For the New Generation of Priests and Laypeople"
Or, alternatively, neither. Paging PeaceBang and fast!
We happily tip our biretta to Father Rock de Starr for this one.
And although the beautiful Mother A. has declared herself unfit for this fit, she offers a nihil obstat to the Rev. Mother in Missouri. We ourselves demur, but then fashion is -- let's be gentle, friends -- not our forte. We give thanks daily that our cassock obviates the need to make difficult sartorial decisions.
Labels: Clerical Errors, Mars Loves Venus, Pro Domo Suo
Monday, November 02, 2009
Our New Hero
Schmeckenbeckons!
So many of you have forwarded this that posting it here is almost redundant. But what if, somewhere in America, there is somebody who hasn't seen it? No! Such a condition must not stand. So if you haven't yet, then by all means do:
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Speaking of the Finns ...
We've heard, much of our lives, that they kill themselves in awesome numbers, most likely as an effect of months in the cold and dark, supplemented by significant quantities of hard liquor.
And that's probably true. (Those of you who have heard Father A.'s oft-repeated story about a winter bus trip through Lapland may insert it here. For the rest of you, the punchline is "Then I have an epiphany. 'The answer is so simple,' I said aloud. 'I'll kill myself! That will show them all' And I was on the next bus south to Rovaniemi.")
But the French live in a sunny Mediterranean climate, drinking wine and surrounded by masterpieces of art and culture. Yet they kill themselves at positively Nordic rates, and their numbers are climbing. So what gives?
Well, the Economist -- from which we stole this nifty bar graph - has a theory: It's the economy, stupid.
You see, the French suicides have a largely corporate mise-en-scene (you see what we did there, right? Actually using French, albeit a French cliche and without the accent which we're too lazy to find?):
A spate of attempted and successful suicides at France Telecom—many of them explicitly prompted by troubles at work—has sparked a national debate about life in the modern corporation. One man stabbed himself in the middle of a meeting (he survived). A woman leapt from a fourth-floor office window after sending a suicidal e-mail to her father: “I have decided to kill myself tonight…I can’t take the new reorganisation.” In all, 24 of the firm’s employees have taken their own lives since early 2008—and this grisly tally follows similar episodes at other pillars of French industry including Renault, Peugeot and EDF.
Holy *#@%. Glad we work for the Church, where job satisfaction is celestially high.
The main culprit, per the Economist's columnist "Schumpeter," is the recession, which "is destroying jobs at a startling rate." Then follow the drive to improve productivity -- "Taylorism" -- and finally, one that seems more subtle, and therefore more noteworthy:
[T]he mixed messages that companies send about loyalty and commitment. Many firms—particularly successful ones—demand extraordinary dedication from their employees. (Microsoft, according to an old joke, offers flexitime: “You can work any 18-hour shift that you want.”) Some provide perks that are intended to make the office feel like a second home. But companies also reserve the right to trim their workforce at the first sign of trouble. Most employees understand that their firms do not feel much responsibility to protect jobs. But they nevertheless find it wrenching to leave a post that has consumed so much of their lives.
This, we think, is important. The ping-pong table in the breakroom, the fully-stocked fridge and even the babysitting service -- among the widely publicized perks of Silicon Valley -- simply do not compensate for the loss of job security. On the contrary, because they are symbols of the extraordinary dedication demanded by those firms, they quickly become symbols of how employees have sacrificed so much of their lives for an employer which treats them not as human beings but as disposable objects.
Labels: End of America, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Sing Along With Bobby Aro
Our Beloved Godfather must make the Google algorithm wet its pants. We don't know what search terms he uses, but he does find the darndest stuff. Lately, he's gotten us hooked on the music of Bobby Aro. A native Minnesotan (and we can only assume a Lutheran), Aro is the author of such classic tunes as "Highway No. 7" and "I'm Not Finnish (But My English Teacher Was)."
How to describe this music? Our first thought was "the bastard child of Sven, Ole and the Limeliters." The fan site linked above compares him to Bob Dylan, another Rust Belt boy with a musical gift, but that's a bit like comparing Hendrix with the Klezmatics -- hey, they both work creatively with the music of oppressed peoples, but ....
Anyway. Click up top and listen. There are two albums, the latter of which contains a track called "The Moose." OBG proposes that this is the archetype of all Finnish humor. We trust his judgment on this, although we ourselves had been sure it was Canto 20 of the Kalevala (you remember, the one about beer).
Labels: Pro Domo Suo, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Friday, October 30, 2009
Bouman: CORE Lies to Members
For many years, Stephen Bouman served as our bishop. These days, he is the ELCA's Director of Outreach and Mission. It was in that capacity, more or less, that he attended the CORE wingding, and has published an open letter to the schismatics-in-waiting.
It's a good letter, and we urge you to click the link up top. It is classic Bouman, in ways that may tickle those of us who know his style: the eirenic (if perhaps misplaced) assurance that "my heart is with you," the wrenching anecdote about an immigrant, the preoccupation with Isaiah, and the central theme repeated so often you can chant it along with him. But that theme is both familiar and important, as he asks CORE, over and over, whether they are serious about mission.
He doesn't just mean building new congregations, but also -- and this is another favorite theme -- about the witness of the church in the public square. For example:
You seem ready to engage our African and Latino brothers and sisters and their growing outreach in the life of the ELCA. Again I want to ask you, are you serious? Speakers made fun of Bishop Hanson for his call to "public church," but how dare we welcome our immigrant brothers and sisters and ask them to leave their issues and vulnerability in our society at the door?
All this is good. What caught us off guard, though, is a note of genuine accusation. He says that the CORE leaders lied about a matter of policy, and would not let the truth be heard:
During the meeting, ... [it] was said [by two mission pastors] that the ELCA is and will punish mission pastors for their convictions of conscience through withholding of funds for their mission. After these untrue statements were made, people passed the hat for these ministries in order to make up funding that the ELCA would withhold.
As executive director for the Evangelical Outreach and Congregational Mission unit of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, I want to say as publically and as strongly as possible that exactly the opposite is true. ...
I was not permitted to speak and correct these allegations.
This surprised us, largely because it is unlike Bishop Bouman to point an accusing finger at anybody in a public forum. But he did it. And rightly so.
And wow. They just plain lied. Then they refused to let the mission director of their own church correct the lies. Delightful.
Labels: Clerical Errors, Pro Domo Suo
Monday, October 26, 2009
Deus Lo Volt?
There is an impossibly stupid Times op-ed piece by Ross Douthat, linked above, which tries to put a Crusading face on the new "personal ordinariate" for Romanizing Anglicans.
Douthat suggests that
"What’s being interpreted, for now, as an intra-Christian skirmish may eventually be remembered as the first step toward a united Anglican-Catholic front — not against liberalism or atheism, but against Christianity’s most enduring and impressive foe," by which he means Islam.
He doesn't actually explain how this might happen, mind you. Instead, he (1) asserts that both churches are threatened by the growing confrontation with Islam, both in Europe and in Africa; then (2) asserts that where Rome has chosen confrontation (e.g., the Regensburg speech), Canterbury has chosen appeasement (e.g., Abp Williams surprisingly dumb hint that shariah might work in Britain as an alternate legal system). From the apposition of these two claims, he seems to conclude -- we say "seems," because there is no real connection -- (3) that Benedict is not so much kicking the Anglicans while they are down, as marshaling his forces against the Turk.
Let's be clear about what Douthat is really doing, rhetorically: he is trying to paint Benedict as a new John Paul, whose apparent intractability on theological matters is now frequently pointed to (mostly by theocons) as part and parcel of a long-term plan to undermine Communism. This by itself is a popular historical trope, but bad history. It seems pretty clear that Communism was brought down by its unsustainable economic policies, which left the USSR too fragile to maintain a security state, etc. Reagan helped a little, both by forcing the Reds to keep blowing rubles on their military and by giving Gorbachev a partner in the West. But how many divisions has the Pope, and all that.
Meanwhile, his assumptions about Islam are, if not cartoonish, at least debatable. Certainly, the world's two largest religions are now in one another's face as they have not been since the Middle Ages. Philip Jenkins may be a darling of the neocons, but we do not doubt his contention that the next half-century will be tense.
Still, the idea that Islam threatens Christianity and Christian values, while certainly not entirely false (they are different religions, and it is the nature of different religions to hold different values), is misleading. The real challenge afoot today is not Islam vs. Christianity, but Islamism (or, per Hitchens, Islamofascism) vs. Western democracy -- the ideas of individual autonomy, human rights, and specifically the sort of freedoms outlined in the first ten amendments to the US Constitution. And it is worth remembering that, little more than a century ago, many Western thinkers believed that Roman Catholicism was intrinsically incompatible with these values -- and that Pius IX had given them cause to think so.
As to his characterization of the two church bodies, we don't think Douthat is especially well-informed. Oh, sure, the spirit of Neville Chamberlain is alive in the CofE; but Bp Michael Nazir-Ali serves as a pretty effective Churchill these days, and some people are paying attention. And has Douthat actually read the Regensburg speech, or the backtracking follow-up statements from the Pope? To us, he seemed less like Charles Martel and more like an academic deer caught in the political headlights.
Another sign of Douthat's ignorance, or at least a sign that his biases are conditioned by the usual theocon rant, is his characterization of the ecumenical movement:
Spurred by the optimism of the early 1960s, the major denominations of Western Christendom have spent half a century being exquisitely polite to one another, setting aside a history of strife in the name of greater Christian unity.
This ecumenical era has borne real theological fruit, especially on issues that divided Catholics and Protestants during the Reformation. But what began as a daring experiment has decayed into bureaucratized complacency — a dull round of interdenominational statements on global warming and Third World debt, only tenuously connected to the Gospel.
This is, again, a popular trope -- and again, bad history. In fact, the modern ecumenical movement began (half a century before Vatican II and the "optimism of the early 60s," by the way) with the deliberate effort of Protestant missionaries to coordinate their efforts and approaches, rather than competing. It expanded into something much greater, a sweeping re-evaluation of the separation between churches, studied both with regard to their faith and order and to their life and work.
Along the way, there were certainly some public statements on subjects which may not have seemed like the work of the church. We think, for instance, of the call for Sunday School curricula dealing with birth control and sex education, delivered by the Council of Christian Churches in the USA -- back in the 1930s.
But in fact, the more serious products of the ecumenical movement have been just the sort of consolidation that Douthat imagines Benedict to be proposing: both institutional mergers that created "uniting churches" in India and the Americas, as well as agreements of "full communion" between historically-rooted partner churches (such as the Lutheran-Reformed Leuenberg Agreement in 1973, and many others since then, including the recent agreement between Lutherans and Methodists in the US). It is such agreements, in which divided churches recognize in one another the elements of a common faith, which have slowly begun to forge a common witness.
Roman Catholic participation has been a tricky thing. After a long period of utter indifference, came another -- roughly 1964 to 1978 -- during which it seemed to lead the way. Since then, we have seen some fits and starts, and in fact Roman Catholic ecumenical efforts have often seemed to focus on good works rather than common faith, meaning, for instance, that they offered significant leadership on the very campaign against third-world debt that Douthat derides. In discussion of doctrinal matters, and in the difficult work of hammering out agreements, Rome has largely ceded leadership to another late-in-the-day entrant in the ecumenical sweepstakes, worldwide Lutheranism.
There is one significant exception to that remark, however, and it is massively significant: the Joint Declaration on the Doctrine of Justification, signed by Roman Catholics and Lutherans in 1999, and by Methodists in 2006. In the realm of faith and order, this may well be the crowning achievement of the ecumenical movement to date, and it is a far cry from the sort of politically correct bureaucratic exercise Douthat imagines. It is a doctrinal statement, growing out of prolonged encounter between two deeply estranged communities, which identifies the common foundation of their faith and points the way toward a recognition of their unity in Christ. If you are looking for the base upon which to erect a common Christian witness, both against secularism and against Islam, you will find it in JDDJ -- and not in a ham-handed effort to meddle in Anglican affairs.
Douthat wants readers to believe that the "personal ordinariate" is a bold effort by Pope Benedict XVI to clean up the messy house of Western Christianity, and rescue it from threats inside and out. He has no evidence to support this, and the claims he makes are false. If he wants to speak publicly about the complex affairs of the church, he should stop reading First Things and start reading church history.
Labels: A Religion for Which I Have the Utmost Respect, Clerical Errors, G.A.S.-bags, Locutus Roma
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Our First Contest
So, the Pope is going to establish a uniate order for refugees from Anglicanism, the "personal ordinariate" announced yesterday. While this may be a new low for ecumenical relations in the modern era, we have to admit that it offers some exciting possibilities for drollery. With that in mind, we at the Egg announce our first-ever online contest:
Name That Ordinariate!
Look, it's going to need a name. And our Romish brothers have some great ones, don't they? Where the rest of us have corporate-sounding departments and units, they have congregations, vicariates, and apostolates. We have representatives, they have nuncios.
But it is the names of their religious orders that really knock our socks off. Some are pointedly quaint: Benedictine Sisters of the Perpetual Adoration, Canons Regular of the Holy Cross of Coimbra. These are the names that are endlessly, and tediously, satirized by playwrights who didn't enjoy parochial school. But other orders possess names that make bold, even (upon reflection) somewhat tendentious claims. Society of Jesus? So what does that make the rest of Christianity? Lovers of the Holy Cross? Count us in!
So what will they call the new personal ordinariate (for now, here, "the PO," rhymes with Hugh)? The Pope is a busy man, and doesn't have time to think this sort of thing through. But we trust that Egg readers will come up with suggestions to help him out. After all, what are friends for?
Our first thoughts on the subject include:
Congregation of Romish Anglicans, Worshiping Laud ("admiring Laud" would be more charitable, but would lose the abbreviation which serendipitously describes their locomotion Romeward).
Order of Guy Fawkes, although we would just call them the Fawkesians. Or "the Gunpowder Boys." (In fact, their drinking song might include variations on "remember, remember, the fifth of November," with special attention to"treason and plot.")
The Hooker-Haters. Actually, that's just a nickname for the Society for the Repeal of Article XIX. It sounds more impressive in Latin.
Confraternity of the Absolute Truth, a name which neatly demonstrates their distance from the Anglican branch of Anglicanism.
Well, these aren't worth much. But we know you can all do better -- so keep those cards and letters coming!
Labels: G.A.S.-bags, Locutus Roma
"The Gloves Come Off"
That's Fr. William of the Beach's curt summary of the new "personal ordinariates." He's right on target. It hurts, and we're not even Anglican.
Labels: G.A.S.-bags, Locutus Roma
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Oh No They Di'n't!
Oh yes, they did.
That Vatican has announced its intention to organize new non-geographic jurisdictions which will offer a home to disaffected Anglicans, allowing them to enter communion with the Roman Catholic Church while retaining their distinctive rites and practices. (Those would be, we suppose, the BCP, married priests, and sherry).
The new jurisdictions will be called "personal ordinariates," a phrase which purposefully echoes the term used for the existing jurisdictions designed to serve soldier. The idea is to create a diocese without borders, headed by a bishop (or some leader with comparable authority) and answerable through him to the pope.
The story is that the Vatican was approached two years ago by a smallish schismatic group called the "Traditional Anglican Communion," which objects to all the usual stuff: female priests, the 1979 Prayer Book, yadda-yadda. They claim to number 400,000, of whom 5,000 are in the US. Needless to say, behind this story lies the far more important story of Gene Robinson, Peter Akinola, and the unrest within worldwide Anglicanism.
It is tempting to shrug this off. After all, as among Lutherans, so individual Anglicans, both lay and ordained, have often found a home east of the Tiber. Those in orders have not infrequently continued as priests. And we aren't just thinking of John Henry Newman here, either; years ago, our dental hygienist remarked that her new priest was a former Anglican, married with children, adding, "My husband and I are okay with it, but we don't know how to explain it to the kids." And indeed, in the US, there has even been a "Pastoral Provision" establishing "Anglican Use" parishes since 1980.
But this is different, and quite remarkable. Those former Tiber-jumpers wound up Roman Catholics of the Latin Rite. Their Masses, and ultimately their religious lives, were governed by the same rules which obtain at St. Malachy's down the block. The wives and kids were an oddity, but not much more. Now, the Pope has created a sort of "Anglican" church within the Roman Church, in which a different set of norms apply. Although parishes of this new ordinariate will not be truly Anglican -- the point is argued, but we hold that Anglican identity is inseparable from the Archbishop of Canterbury and at least some nod toward the 39 Articles -- it will look and feel Anglican. Which is enough for many people.
Surely, this will have an impact -- and not a good one -- on Roman/Anglican relations. Reading between the lines, one can't help suspecting that there has been some heady debate within the Vatican. The move was announced at a press conference, held in Rome by the prefects of two congregations: Doctrine and Worship. Not present, as the Times notes, were people engaged in high-level dialogue with Canterbury.
And indeed, not only did the Vatican deny some rumors in early 2009 of just such a move, but the National Catholic Reporter quotes ecumenical point man Walter Cardinal Kasper as saying, just a few weeks ago, that "We mare not fishing in the Anglican lake." Um, lose a fight there, Wally?
All of which begs the question of what the papacy is up to. Why? And why now?
The obvious conclusion is that, seeing Anglicanism in disarray, Benedict has decided to take advantage, and poach a few hundred thousand members. In Vatican-speak, that would be rendered as "the Holy Father, compassionately answering the request of certain faithful souls among the separated brethren," etc.
Spinmeisters on both teams are already trying to steer us away from the obvious conclusion. The official announcement actually says that "The provision of this new structure is consistent with the commitment to ecumenical dialogue...." It must have been for the scribe who wrote that to keep the smirk off his face. If he even tried.
Far more surprising, however, is a joint statement by Vincent Nichols, the [Papist] Archbishop of Westminster, and Rowan Williams, the [Anglican] Archbishop of Canterbury. It is a notably brief statement, which attempts to put the best face on the move, claiming it as a victory for ecumenism. It must have been hard for Williams to keep the grimace off his face when he signed it. If he even tried.
This is true, in a small way. If the goal of ecumenism is considered to be the reunion of the Church, then this might be a microscopically small step toward that goal. On the other hand, it is also a step likely to defer the actual arrival, because it further estranges far more people than it proposes to welcome.
Let's put it bluntly: this is a clear case of malicious meddling in the affairs of a different church body. It looks for all the world like the classic Vatican overreach of days gone by -- from an index of prohibited books to kidnaping Jewish children who had been baptized by their nannies. We had thought that decades of earnest ecumenical encounter had put us beyond this sort of thing, but apparently they have not.
Labels: G.A.S.-bags, Locutus Roma
Friday, October 16, 2009
Footnote Regarding the Post Below
True story:
A year or two back, Father Anonymous and some friends, having spent the morning at the General Seminary of the (D&FMS of the) PECUSA and having delivered there a learned discourse on gluttony, adjourned to a nearby diner for French toast.
After they ordered, but before their food came, an elderly gentleman with thick glasses sat down at a nearby table. He was accompanied by a small party, which included a couple of people who were kinda-sorta fawning on him, and one woman who clearly wasn't.
"Holy *!@%," exclaimed the reverend Father. "That guy is R. Crumb."
The rest of the table seemed, shall we say, less than bowled over. Which is funny, since had the sentence following the profanity gone more like, "That guy is George Lindbeck," they would probably have all lost their composure in a mad scramble to have him sign their clerical collars.
So we explained, as forcefully as possible, that this old man with the Coke-bottle lenses was a superstar of Linbeckian proportions, in the small obscure world of culture that is actually popular. "He drew, you know, the album cover for Big Brother and the Holding Company. You know? Janis Joplin?" The looks were blank; apparently, the late Ms. Joplin had doomed herself to obscurity by never recording a Buxtehude chorale.
"And I think that's Aline," Father A. went on, showing off the way his scary fanboy familiarity extended beyond the man's work to include his wife. "And the young one, that could be their daughter."
"Um, well," said one of the presbyters, clearly more concerned about when her French toast would arrive. "If you like his cartoons, why don't you go up and tell him so?"
Father A. spluttered, "Go up and -- and -- oh, no, I couldn't. I mean, hound the guy while he's trying to eat lunch? That's just -- it isn't done." Which was a small untruth; it is done all the time, to anybody who has ever had so much as their Warholian fifteen minutes. Even minor celebrities are routinely hounded to madness and violence by the importunacy of starstruck admirers, so desperate to experience even the faintest brush with greatness that they cast dignity to the winds and crazedly pretend to an undeserved familiarity. You remember Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction? She's real, and you don't need to actually sleep with her to get the treatment.
And we could only imagine that the effect is worse when the person hounding you wears a black suit with a Roman collar. To much of the world, those people look crazy to begin with.
So, muttering "Get thee behind me, Mother Anonymous," we resisted the temptation. We ate our French toast, and tried to eavesdrop, and can't have passed by on our way to the bathroom more than fifteen or sixteen times.
All of which leads to this little note, put in a bottle and set adrift on the waves of bloggery:
Mr. Crumb, if you ever happen to read the Egg, we don't expect you to remember that one glorious day we spent together in Chelsea. We're sure it can't have meant as much to you as it did to us. But please know that, somewhere in the world, there is a short cleric who just cares ... a little too much.
Oh, and here's a PS on a related note:
Dear Pete Seeger, Do you remember that flight to Rome, in 1993 or thereabouts? You were in coach, about halfway back? And a short guy maybe ten rows up who had to pee all the time, so he kept walking past your seat? Yeah, well, funny story ....
Labels: Books We Fully Intend to Read, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Books We Fully Intend To Read
You know how the movie is never as good as the book? Except for Casino Royale? And you know how comic-book adaptations of movies -- even movies adapted from comics -- are so comically bad that you can barely stand to read them?Well, there have to be exceptions, and if that's true, then R. Crumb's Genesis is a likely candidate.
Crumb, of course, is a brilliant auteur, most closely associated with the "underground" comics of decades past -- Mr. Natural and all that. In later years, he has been celebrated by a bio-doc, moved to the south of France, while his work has gone establishment, and begun appearing in the New Yorker. And, indeed, excerpts of his Genesis appeared there over the summer, and were immensely tantalizing.
It's out now, and a review in the Forward, reprinted in Ha'aretz, makes it sound like all that and more. It starts with three particular points of interest.
First, this is a serious effort to interpret the text:
Crumb's "Genesis" is ... perfectly serious and the author wants us to know it. As he says on the cover, "Nothing Left Out!" Every "beget" from the King James Bible can be found here, along with plenty of scenes censored from previous graphic adaptations.
And more prose, in the final "Commentary" segment of the book, than non-writer Crumb may have put on the page anywhere, aside from his published letters. ...
The commentary on his visual choices and his broader interpretations explores and explains his few intentional deviations, not only in the name of narrative clarity but artistic intent. Mainly, his notes drive home how he struggled to interpret the text in suitable graphic form, chapter by chapter, sometimes even character by character. There is no doubting the artist's integrity or hard work, in no small part because he redrew again and again, trying to find historically accurate clothing and scenery. The Old Testament of cinematic Charlton Heston, so to speak, became the Genesis of lived and perceived experience, socially real and super-real. Clues are provided with translations of specific Hebrew names within the visual text, essentially metaphorical in meaning. These clues may be the closest to footnotes that Crumb has ever provided.
(Crumb also explains that his reading of Genesis has been reshaped by feminist analysis, which will appeal to some readers more than others. But the others probably weren't going to buy this book anyway.)
Second, Buhle picks up on something that a Gentile reviewer might have missed, or neglected to mention for fear of insulting somebody:
More striking for anyone but the seasoned Crumb fan: unlike previous Biblical comic adaptations, including some published and drawn by Jews, Crumb's characters actually look Jewish, the women even more than the men. ...
Close readers will see Crumb's wife Aline Kominsky, to whom the book is dedicated, again and again, in various guises; perhaps only Chagall drew his beloved wife so often and with such varied imagination.
Not only are the characters Jewish here, they are all ages and sizes. If, for instance, there are more drawings of Jewish elders in any single volume of comic art anywhere, I have never seen them. The women here are beautiful when young, heavily busted with large, muscular thighs. The men are strong, their beards full and noble.
Not only are the characters Jewish here, they are all ages and sizes. If, for instance, there are more drawings of Jewish elders in any single volume of comic art anywhere, I have never seen them. The women here are beautiful when young, heavily busted with large, muscular thighs. The men are strong, their beards full and noble.
To a secular reader, and Crumb will have many, this is enough. To Egg readers, however, it may sound almost beside the point. What about God, we ask plaintively. We may be put off a bit by the revelation that, per Buhle, "the deity has a really big beard." But God also "retains his notoriously bad temper," as well as his demand for absolute loyalty. Well, that's good. Buhle sees a greater depth, however, and even a new humility to Crumb's treatment of God:
Crumb treads with a caution all the more remarkable for an artist, who, short decades ago, allowed himself the full run of his imagination, heedless of the consequences.
Well, yes, but not that humble. This is a risky endeavor, and the likelihood of failure is high. Granted, Crumb's source material is among the most richly textured and yet elliptically-told narratives in world literature. But, far from guaranteeing success, that fact just raises the stakes. They are raised again by the fact that, to a vast number of readers all over the world, this is not mere narrative, but Divine Word. It takes a certain lack of humility even to consider it.
So, whether the book is as good as Buhle thinks or not, it is certainly worth a look. And we will take a gander, as soon as we can.
Labels: Books We Fully Intend to Read, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
"An Outrageous Conclusion"
Another gem from Antonin Scalia, the dumbest smart guy we know: the Cross is not a Christian symbol.
The issue at hand is the propriety of a big cross in the Mojave Desert to honor the Great War dead. Here's how it plays out in oral argument:
“It’s erected as a war memorial. I assume it is erected in honor of all of the war dead,” Scalia said of the cross that the Veterans of Foreign Wars built 75 years ago atop an outcropping in the Mojave National Preserve. “What would you have them erect?…Some conglomerate of a cross, a Star of David, and you know, a Muslim half moon and star?”
Peter Eliasberg, the American Civil Liberties Union lawyer arguing the case [and whom Father A. is almost certain he worked with, years ago], explained that the cross is the predominant symbol of Christianity and commonly used at Christian grave sites, not that the devoutly Catholic Scalia needed to be told that.
“I have been in Jewish cemeteries,” Eliasberg continued. “There is never a cross on a tombstone of a Jew.”
There was mild laughter in the packed courtroom, but not from Scalia.
“I don’t think you can leap from that to the conclusion that the only war dead that that cross honors are the Christian war dead. I think that’s an outrageous conclusion,” Scalia said, clearly irritated by the exchange.
Bloomberg columnist Ann Woolner asks, reasonably, whether Scalia could possibly have believed his own words. And well she might. Scalia seems to argue that this grave marker does not violate the separation of church and state, not because religious symbols may sometimes be appropriate in public venues (an argument we might support) but rather because the cross a deracinated symbol, no longer the reminder of Christ and his sacrifice for our sake, but rather something closer to the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus, public emblems rooted in Christian heritage but not in Christian faith.
This is, to put it mildly, a betrayal of the Cross.
Fulton Sheen, if we remember correctly, claimed that a Christ without a Cross is powerless, and a Cross without Christ is blasphemy.
So please, Andy. Puh-leeze. You pretend, as jurists are generally required to pretend, that you are a dispassionate observer, committed only to abstract ideals and the pursuit of capital-J Justice. But stories like this remind us that you, rather more consistently than anybody except your doltish henchman Clarence Thomas, are in fact single-minded in pursuit not of Justice, much less of Truth, but rather of your own damn way.
Labels: End of America, Getting Good Religion, Republicans in the Minority and Englishmen Go Out in the Noonday Sun
Dept. of No Surprise: Health Care Division
Love the WaPo headline: "Health Insurers Emerge as Obama's Top Foe in Reform Effort."
Really? "Emerge"? Did anyone ever doubt that they were dead-set against any change to the system (except, of course, a law requiring everybody to buy their overpriced products).
These people have grown rich and fat through a system -- if that is not too generous a word for our ad-hoc mess -- which rations health care forcefully, and has increasingly put it beyond the reach of many small businesses, independent contractors, and churches. They have been aided in this by easily-purchased politicians and the legion of frightened and somewhat dim older Americans who already have a government-run plan and don't want to share.
So here's what the coming months will bring: more of the same. Politicians, especially but not exclusively Republican ones, will continue to do the bidding of their corporate masters. (A few will continue to talk about socialism, but most will begin trying to look somber as they say, straight into the camera, that what they want is "real" reform, by which in fact they mean "not a damned thing.") Meanwhile, a tidal wave of advertising (including "advertorials," some of which will actually be delivered by the supposed "reporters" on a few popular cable networks) will be directed at old people, warning them that if anything changes -- anything at all! -- they will no longer be able to see a doctor or buy their medicine.
Please, people -- for the love of God and the love of your neighbor -- call their bluff.
Labels: Countdown to a President Who Sucks Less Than the One We Have, Department of No Surprise, End of America, Senatus haec intelligit
Sunday, October 11, 2009
And Here Comes the Proof
Months ago, reviewing the constitution of the new schismatic "Anglican" organization ACNA, we pointed out that it permitted women to serve as priests but not, apparently, bishops. This, we suggested, was a compromise between "traditionalists" who didn't like women or gays, and those who merely didn't like gays. (The scare quotes here are used to mock the idea of an Anglicanism that turns its back on canonically regular bishops and diocesan boundaries. Or an Anglicanism without gay priests.)
More recently, our friend Pastor Joelle, commenting on the developments of CORE (they had a big, heavily publicized meeting at which they decided to ... do nothing, really) suggested that the development of a gay-free Lutheran church (if, again, they ever get around to it) might not bode well for ordained women in the ranks of same. And we heartily agreed.
And here comes, if not proof, then powerful evidence: The Church of England, which began to ordain women fairly recently and which as yet has no female bishops, is considering steps to remove certain powers from those female bishops, when and if any are ever enthroned.
Here's a useful quotation:
While Anglicans in the United States, Canada and Australia already have women bishops, conservatives in many other parts of the Communion strongly oppose them. They say there is nothing in the Bible or church history to support women bishops.
Well, yes, they would say that. They always say that, about everything. There's nothing in the Bible or church history to support church organs, either, apart from the fact that they're beautiful and some churches have them. Whereas the Scriptures take a pretty firm anti-tattoo line, suggesting that Navy men should be excluded from the priesthood, if not excommunicated altogether. (S0 there, late John Cardinal O'Connor).
Anyhoo. None of our business what the CofE does, really. Nor the Lutheran schismatics. But were we a woman, and a priest, we would certainly avoid joining either.
Labels: G.A.S.-bags, Pro Domo Suo
Friday, October 09, 2009
Apparently, My Toddler Wasn't Available
President Obama just won the Nobel Peace Prize. Seriously.
After nine months in office.
We suppose it was awarded for his most extraordinary accomplishment to date, keeping the Clintons usefully employed and out of the limelight. Because -- and we say this as great admirers of the guy, who nourish comically immense hopes for his future success -- what else has the guy actually done yet?
In a few years, when the Taliban has been crushed, Iran and North Korea have agreed to give up on nukes and pursue decent relations with the West, when Africa is stable and headed toward prosperity, when there are two tiny little nations living peacefully together on the banks of the Jordan and every American has affordable, effective health care -- at that point, the President will deserve every conceivable medal, trophy, badge and laurel wreath.
Right now? We're waiting.
Labels: Countdown to a President Who Sucks Less Than the One We Have
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
The Matter is Not Simple
It has been Father A.'s observation that both zealots and dimwits -- categories which often overlap, but by no means always -- share a favored strategy. They like to declare that a given matter is really very simple, and that those who seek to complicate it do so out of either folly or malice.
In politics, tax codes and the true sense of the US Constitution are often subjected to this treatment. In religion, it is nearly always the Bible. Never mind, for example, the stunning obscurity of Exodus 24-26, or the ethical complexity of the Akedah, which has generated not a mountain of rabbinic exegesis, but a range. After all, the Bible is easy to understand.
So for example, our acquaintance the Rev. Mr. Slope has recently taken time away from his various schismatic enterprises to join the small army of bloggers who have re-posted a passage from Kierkegaard:
"The matter is quite simple. The Bible is very easy to understand. But we Christians are a bunch of scheming swindlers. We pretend to be unable to understand it because we know very well that the minute we understand, we are obliged to act accordingly. Take any word in the New Testament and forget everything except pledging yourself to act accordingly. My God, you will say, if I do that my whole life will be ruined. How would I ever get on in the world? Herein lies the real place of Christian scholarship. Christian scholarship is the Church's prodigious invention to defend itself against the Bible, to ensure that we can continue to be good Christians without the Bible coming too close. Oh, priceless scholarship, what would we do without you? Dreadful it is to fall into the hands of the living God. Yes, it is even dreadful to be alone with the New Testament. "
This passage is extremely popular on the Net these days. We aren't sure of the original essay or journal entry which is being quoted, but the citation is to Provocations, an anthology edited by Charles E. Moore (Plough, 2002), page 201.
Read in isolation, these remarks sound as though Soren the K were entirely on the side of the Bible-spouting sectarians so thick on the American ground. He, like they, seems ready to reduce everything to simplicity. To heck with scholarship! To heck with textual problems or moral conundrums! God said it, I read it, let's do it!
But really, does this sound like Kierkegaard to you? Oh, part of it does -- the cleverness, the call to an excruciating ethical standard, and yes, the biting contempt for "official" Christianity and its chosen tools. But the claim of simplicity? From a man who published under more than a dozen pseudonyms, and insisted that each one reflected a different (and contradictory) perspective? How seriously are we to take the claim that reading an anthology of ancient religious texts ought to be more straightforward and intuitive than reading one's own publications?
(It is worth noting that, in the passage cited, Kierkegaard actually restricts himself to the New Testament. The author of Fear and Trembling certainly understood those rabbinic conundrums.)
There is another passage from Kierkegaard also making the interweb rounds these days. It is from his journals, dated 1848. We wonder whether Mr. Slope and the Simpletonians would want to embrace this one as quickly, and to take it so readily at face value:
Fundamentally a reformation which did away with the Bible would now be just as valid as Luther’s doing away with the Pope. All that about the Bible has developed a religion of learning and law, a mere distraction. A little of that knowledge has gradually percolated to the simplest classes so that no one any longer reads the Bible humanly. As a result it does immeasurable harm; where life is concerned its existence is a fortification of excuses and escapes; for there is always something one has to look into first of all, and it always seems as though one had first of all to have the doctrine in perfect form before one could begin to live that is to say, one never begins.
The Bible Societies, those vapid caricatures of missions, societies which like all companies only work with money and are just as mundanely interested in spreading the Bible as other companies in their enterprises: the Bible Societies have done immeasurable harm. Christendom has long been in need of a hero who, in fear and trembling before God, had the courage to forbid people to read the Bible. That is something quite as necessary as preaching against Christianity’.
–The Journals of Kierkegaard (ed. Alexander Dru; New York: Harper & Brothers, 1959), 150.
Labels: Clerical Errors, Pro Domo Suo, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Monday, October 05, 2009
Revenge of the Woozles
Among the pleasures of relocating one's family to a foreign country is the respite it gives from the media flood. In the internet age this is, to be sure, a very modest respite. The same device which lets Father Anonymous write this blog also lets Mother A. use Facebook to stay in touch with Back Home, and Baby A. make Skype videocalls to Gammer and My Old Pa.
But still, the waters do recede a bit. Sure, the cable TV still has plenty of channels, but they're all in Romanian or Hungarian (except the steamy Mexican telenovelas, which are in undubbed Spanish). Baby A. forced us flip channels the other day, and finally settled on what was, apparently, the most toddler-friendly thing showing: Orthodox Mass from the Patriarchal Basilica.
So we fall back on Old Media, the handful of books shoved into our bags as we boarded the tramp steamer. You know, the ones we couldn't live without: Nestle-Aland, Concordia Triglotta, and the Aeneid. That's for the kid, of course. For the tired clergy couple, there are other classics: H.A. Rey, Beatrix Potter and -- to be sure! -- A.A. Milne. Because, after all, who doesn't love Pooh?
Besides Disney, we mean. By our reasoning, they must hate the Silly Old Bear with some special, and deathless, passion.
Now, mind you, we like Disney. Mickey and, especially, Donald actually bring us more delight now than they ever did in childhood. Among the happiest vacation memories of recent years was a trip to Disneyland, when -- after we were forced to board a mechanical boat for a ride we especially dreaded -- the lights went out and the robots began to malfunction in comically terrifying ways. (We emerged from the tunnel lustily singing "It's a Westworld after all.")
It's the adaptations that bother us. After doing fair work on the Brothers Grimm and Charles Perrault, Disney got mixed results from their next phase, the reduction to celluloid of various modern works. The Jungle Book is probably the best of the bunch -- King Louis indeed! Their version of Alice adds nothing and loses the math. Peter Pan will break the heart of anybody who has ever enjoyed the book, and as for Uncle Remus, well, nobody under 40 will ever know, because it ain't for sale in the US.
But Pooh? Oh, the movie is watchable enough, although markedly inferior to -- say -- sitting on a parent's lap with your eyes closed, listening to the original chapter-by-chapter. Saccharine, sure, but consider the source. The problems set in afterward, with the sequels and merchandising, all of which became progressively worse. The Milne estate tried to reclaim the rights, and failed. (Well, sort of failed). Which brought us, in due time, to the monstrous infamy called My Friends Tigger and Pooh.
This piece of carelessly animated mouse excreta, shown on Disney's junior channel, has replaced Christopher Robin with a girl named Darby, who romps through the woods with her puppy dog. Pooh and Tigger are turned into "detectives" wearing purple uniforms -- in other words, rent-a-cops, no doubt a cynical comment on the highest professional aspirations Disney can imagine for children raised on a show like this.
This is the sort of thing -- okay, this is the very thing -- which makes you throw up your hands in despair and say, "Hang it all, I'm moving to another continent, and praying that this drivel doesn't follow me."
So you can imagine our concern, dear reader, to hear that an "authorized" sequel to the Milne books is forthcoming. It is called Return to the Hundred-Acre Wood, and written by an elderly gent named David Benedictus -- whose name, we should observe, makes us want to rise at dawn with a song on our lips. Now, mind you, it was authorized by the Milne estate, not by Disney. (That's where the "sort of" comes in -- technically, Disney only owns merchandising rights. How the Darby show qualifies as "merchandising" is a matter best left to the lawyers, or to Satan.) This may offer some hope. Benedictus is an accomplished author. An illustration by Mark Burgess, reproduced in the Times, is more Garth Williams than E.H. Shepard, but there's nothing wrong with that.
We are apprehensive, because Pooh has been treated so badly. We would rather that he dropped out of sight for a generation or two, forgotten except by a modest cult -- pretty much what is happening to Wind in the Willows, and that despite Mr Toad's Wild Ride. But if Pooh stories must be told, by somebody besides the parents of small children, we suppose it is best that they be told by anybody -- anybody -- except the Walt Disney Studios.
PS: Midway through this post, Mother A. sweetly informed us that Baby A. has already found My Friend etc. on local TV, broadcast in Hungarian. There is no hope for the human race.
Labels: Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"Regarding Wine, We Have No Disagreements."
Father Anonymous rose early this morning -- well before dawn -- and trudged through the dim streets of a Central European city, in order to catch a 90-minute ride to St. Michael's Cathedral, and celebrate with his Papist brethren the thousandth year of their Alba Iulia archdiocese. (Ask yourself: How many things do you know of that are a thousand years old?)
It was quite a shindig. The cathedral -- of which we have no pictures, sorry -- is a Romanesque building, begun in the 11th century but not completed until the 13th. (Which explains the attractive Gothic apse.) It was, at one time, the center of the Hungarian religious establishment. Indeed, at one time the town, small but wealthy from its valuable grape crops -- was a sort of Transylvanian Oxford, boasting a world-class university. Both the town and Transylvanian Catholicism have fallen on hard times, but you would not guess as much from today's celebration.
Fr. A. really was not prepared. He expected to meet a few depressed-looking Romish priests, perhaps shake the archbishop's hand, then settle in to enjoy the smell of incense and the sound of ecclesiastical Latin. Probably from the cheap seats. That's what one does at these things, isn't it?
It was in the upstairs vesting room that he discovered his mistake. The place was full of purple shirts. Or, to be more literal, it was full of black cassocks trimmed in purple, topped by purple zucchettoes. And at least two, by our count, were of a cardinalatial red. One really doesn't see that very often. It was a small room, and when we say that you could not swing a cat without hitting a bishop , we are being entirely literal.
Most were of the Roman persuasion, although several were -- as their vesture made clear -- from Oriental rites. Fr. A. had come with the local Lutheran bishop, for whom he works these days, and the Unitarian bishop. (Oh, what, you didn't know there were Unitarian bishops? Welcome to central Europe. We're through the looking-glass here, baby.) They helped explain who was whom -- "That guy's the Archbishop of Budapest. Maybe this guy will be Pope someday. Maybe." The conversation was in Hungarian and German. (Pity poor Father A., who can make appropriate small talk in English, French or Spanish -- languages that proved to be of no value whatsoever.) That's significant, because most of the people there, whether Roman or Evangelical or Unitarian (and of whatever citizenship), thought of themselves as Hungarian.
For the record, the Orthodox Patriarch of Romania wasn't there, although he did attend the liturgy -- with, perhaps, a slightly sour look on his face. Those are difficult relationships.
The service itself was just what you might expect, and lots of it. Most of it was Hungarian or Romanian, and we have never in all our life been so grateful for a few words of Latin thrown into the liturgy. The organ was fine -- we think we caught some Bach -- and the offertory procession was especially touching, as a small army of laypeople dressed in traditional Transylvanian outfits presented their gifts. The sermon may have been excellent; the only words we could make out were "Benedictus," "Lumen Gentium," and "veritas in caritas."
Afterward, there was a reception at -- and we're not kidding -- a lonely roadside establishment called the Astoria Motel. We'd noticed this place on the way into town -- there is a big chicken farm across the highway. Turned out to be much better than it either looked or sounded, and the buffet was excellent.
During said buffet, we drank the best orange juice Father Anonymous has ever tasted, bar none, as well as a very fine local white wine bottled especially for the occasion. This is a symbolic thing; remember that, in its glory days, wine was the source of the archdiocese's wealth. And, with Christians of nearly every available tradition celebrating together, it was as though, for just a few hours, the glory and the unity of this community had been restored.
So when a Saxon pastor from somewhere near Sighisoara lifted his glass at the table and said, half-joking, "Regarding wine, we have no disagreements," leaving unspoken the qualifier "but only about theology," everybody took his point, and toasted happily.
Post-Scriptum: And imagine Father A.'s joy when, returning home somewhat exhausted, he was summoned into the church office and presented with a card from some of his dearest friends in the United States, who had conspired to warm the Anonymous household with eight bottles of what is said to be the best wine made in Romania. He could not have been happier, or more grateful, for this reminder of friendship and unity across time and distance.
Labels: Locutus Roma, Pro Domo Suo
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Forrest Church is Dead
We liked his family name, but not too much else about him.
Oh, that's not true. Exactly. There was a lot to like about Forrest Church, longtime senior minister of All Souls Unitarian Church in Manhattan. He was, by all reports, a man of great intelligence, and a powerful preacher. He stood up, publicly, for many of the right causes (at least in our eyes). And even though he was an Unitarian (about which we will say much more in the coming weeks), it was Father A.'s experience as a pastor in NYC that many people found their way into the Church -- meaning the real, honest-to-God Trinitarian one -- after passing through a period of residency at All Souls. So even if he didn't proclaim Christ, you could argue that he served as a useful warmup act.
But here's the thing. In the Times obit, linked above, there is a brief remark:
While married to his first wife, Amy Furth Church, he met [Carolyn Buck Luce, who became his second wife] as a member of his congregation. Their ensuing affair caused a public controversy, but the congregation voted overwhelmingly to keep him as senior minister.
Sounds almost trivial, doesn't it? But it's not. Those of us who lived, and especially those who ministered, in New York at the time are unlikely to forget this event. When the high-profile leader of a major religious institution is publicly revealed to be carrying on an adulterous relationship with one of his members, it sends ripples out through every religious community. At least to some degree, it caused the faithful of many churches to question the integrity of their own pastors.
(For the record, in our synod, this behavior would be grounds for what we call, somewhat clinically, removal from the roster of ordained persons. We'd defrock the SOB. In fact, much of the Egg's contempt for pastors who huff and puff about leaving the ELCA for supposed theological reasons has to do with a couple of gents who were found to have done just such things, and who left before we could kick their sorry asses to the curb. And remember that they joined just the sort of dissident organizations which now claim to offer some sort of moral high ground in defense of marriage. Ptui!).
But the tale of Forrest Church gets worse. As reported in the Times back then, Church not only carried on an affair with one of his church members, but he sent a letter to her husband, offering marital counseling.
Seriously. As gross misconduct goes by a public figure, this may not quite rank with the crystal meth and callboys. But as pastoral misconduct -- that is, a specific betrayal of one's duty to the flock -- it exceeds it, by a good mile or more.
So, sure, he was a passionate defender of good liberal causes. But guess what? They're dime a dozen. Sure, he built a smallish congregation into a large one. But guess what? He was recruiting secular humanists on the East Side of Manhattan -- it's like shooting fish in a barrel.
No, for us, Forrest Church was in life and will remain in death a reminder of what Calvinism gets right, and the rest of us forget at our peril: the utter depravity of human beings after the Fall. In which he did not believe.
Labels: A Religion for Which I Have the Utmost Respect, Clerical Errors
Saturday, September 19, 2009
How About Queen Freaking Victoria?
Stumbled across this lede, from the Oregon Statesman-Journal:
If you are put on the spot and asked to name three famous Lutherans, the first one comes easily to mind — the namesake of the faith, the 16th century German reformer Martin Luther. The next might be public radio humorist Garrison Keillor.
The third might come a little slower, but not for many religious folks. That is Dr. Martin E. Marty, renowned historical theologian and author.
Oh, Statesman-Journal! Is that really the best you can do?
First off, Keillor is an Episcopalian. Second, among "religious folks" who read enough to recognize Marty's name, we can only believe that Paul Tillich and Dietrich Bonhoeffer jump more readily to mind. Not to mention Immanuel Kant, G.W.F. Hegel, Soren Kierkegaard, and Rudolf Bultmann. (Make no mistake, gentle readers: We wish those same erudite types thought first of Wilhelm Loehe, Charles Porterfield Krauth, and Carl Braaten -- but they don't.)
But for the not-so-erudite, or even not-so-religious, we expect there still a lot of Lutherans more famous than Marty or even Keillor. How about Bach? And Mendelssohn? And Sibelius? Or Dr. Seuss, Hubert Humphrey, and (we admit with some shame) Wernher von Braun? As well as the English royals, from George I through the First World War.
Honestly, there aren't that many Lutherans who are famous for being Lutheran, largely because Lutherans just don't think that way. (Unlike some religious communities we could name. And we're looking at you, Dalai Lama.) But there are a lot of famous Lutherans, many of them famous for reasons which are intrinsically connected to their Lutheranism (like Bach or, and we're not kidding, Dr. Seuss).
Friday, September 18, 2009
Dragons Live Forever ...
...not so for little boys. Or pop/folk icons.
Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul and Mary (and Puff the Magic Dragon) is dead at 72.
Labels: Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Schroedinger's (Lutheran) Cat
Unsurprisingly, there are some Lutherans -- many Lutherans -- unhappy with the prospect of gay pastors abandoning lives of "celibacy" (by which we mean, as often as not, tortured promiscuity) for those of lifelong commitment to a single partner. And, also unsurprisingly, some of them are looking for institutional ways to show their disapproval.
What is a little surprising is that they are trying to do this in a way that both does and does not involve leaving their denomination. Per Beliefnet:
[A] conservative network of clergy and lay Lutherans plans to gather and hatch plans to "reconfigure" Lutheranism in North America. [Editor's note: "planning to hatch plans," eh? These people are better organized than most church groups.]
The leaders of Lutheran CORE (Coalition for Reform) are not encouraging fellow believers to bolt from the ELCA for a more conservative denomination, but neither do they want to remain part of one that has "fallen into heresy," they say.
Thus, CORE is laying plans for a "free-standing synod" that would include current members of the ELCA along with others that have exited, or plan to exit, from the denomination. ...
The free-standing synod, should the idea be accepted, would hire and train its own clergy, redirect donations from ELCA headquarters to CORE, plant churches and support missionaries, [WordAlone honcho Mark] Chavez said. Some members will disassociate from their local (geographic) synods and stop participating in the ELCA's biennial assemblies. But others who are part of conservative synods that are not expected to hire gay and lesbian clergy may choose to remain part of the ELCA, he added.
Pedantic note: The word "synod," in US Lutheran use, has two distinct means, both of them explicitly juridical. Prior to 1918, it referred to independent church bodies (what other people might call separate denominations), with different standards of faith and practice. Today, the Missouri and Wisconsin Synods preserve this usage. In 1918, the ULCA came into existence as a federation of such synods. This began the process, completed in the LCA and continued in the ELCA, of creating a second meaning for the word synod -- a regional judicatory. Essentially, a diocese. (In both the LCA and ELCA, there has been one sole exception, a non-geographic synod uniting the Slovak churches -- not for theological reasons, but for practical, and largely linguistic, ones.)
So what does CORE have in mind, exactly? It isn't entirely clear from this article. But only two choices present themselves: (1) to create a new church body, which they claim they don't want to do; or (2) to create a non-geographic body within the ELCA's formal structure, united by a common objection to the ELCA's policy and somehow magically including groups which are not part of the ELCA. This seems to defeat the purpose of remaining in the ELCA, doesn't it?
(As an historical matter, it seems to us that this latter choice would really be something closer to what 19th century Lutherans called "a free conference," and intended as a forum for discussion among members of different synods, but lacking the power to commit anybody's actual synod to any definite action. [The LCMS generally asked for these in order to avoid any serious discussion of synodical unification.] But of course to be truly "free," in the sense it was used in those days, the discussion would need to include people from other parts of the Lutheran world, such as Lutherans Concerned -- a move which, again, defeats the announced purpose of the plan.)
So CORE says they want to be in the ELCA and not be in the ELCA, and imagines that somehow this can be achieved within the ELCA's own polity. Theirs is a strange, Schroedinger's-cat vision of ecclesiastical geometry. (You remember -- the cat was both alive and dead at the same time. Oh, quantum physics, how you task us!) But it is one which has become familiar over the past quarter-century.
Early on, Lutheran Congregations in Mission for Christ started talking this way, and WordAlone stole the idea and has gone further with it. They use phrases like "loyal opposition," and insist that they exist within the mother church, while rejecting that church's policies and independently establishing fellowship with churches it does not recognize. The idea, we strongly suspect, is to weaken the structures of the ELCA -- undermining its ability to manage either its own internal discipline or its external ecumenical relationships.
"We are loyal to our church, even though we hate it and seek to destroy it." This is classic Scandinavian passive aggression, like the dog that jumps up to lick your face while peeing on your pants. And it creates a semantic mess, in which people work hard to sound as though they are saying something else.
But what amuses us most about this dark comedy of ill-defined terms and expressions that mean their own opposite, is another quotation in the Beliefnet article:
"There are lots of congregations that are going to leave, lots of traditionalist congregations that are going to stay, and lots that have already left," said Ryan Schwarz of Washington, a member of CORE's steering committee. "We want to create a churchly structure that gathers all those categories."
Churchly? They really think it is "churchly" to stop supporting the seminaries and missionaries of your own church? We suppose that's what you should expect from people who can't tell when the cat is dead.
Labels: Mars Loves Venus, Pro Domo Suo
Friday, September 04, 2009
Best. Movie. Ever.
We are talking about Julie & Julia.
And, okay, it's not the best movie ever. (First off, no androids. Second, where's Joseph Cotten?) It's a pretty good movie, though, especially if you happen to be moving from Long Island City to Europe. And -- funny thing -- some of us are.
The scenes in LIC are overdone -- it's a great neighborhood in a great city, and any reasonable person would be happy to live here. Amy Adams should stop complaining and explore the best neighborhood in the best city on earth. (Why, she even shops at K & T Meats, around the corner from the Anonymous Rectory. And she may get all pouty-faced about it, but the nice guys at K & T have often slipped us some free sausage for our Easter breakfast).
The scenes in Paris are also overdone. Yes, it's the second-best-city on earth, but it isn't actually Heaven. So when the movie shows actual gates of pearl and a foundation of chrysoprase and jacinth, you know the producers have gone overboard. Still, they do make you want to be very, very good, so that you can go there someday.
But even if the picture is hard on New York and soft on the Frogs, it gets one thing exactly right. This is a little embarrassing, but we're just going to come out and say it, knowing that several readers will get where we're coming from. If a movie can't have androids, and it can't have Joseph Cotten, then there's only one way it can redeem itself, and that's where Julie & Julia shines: Lots of hot, steamy tall-girl-and-short-guy love scenes.
Granted, Mery Streep was wearing lifts, because Hollywood actresses aren't actually allowed to be tall. But Julia Child was a bruiser, and the movie doesn't shy away from that. The producers let her be tall, and they let Paul Child be short, and they let their lifelong romance be tender and sweet and actually surprisingly steamy for a picture which sometimes risks joining the Masterpiece Theatre school of bloodlessly mummified history. They're way hotter than Amy Adams and her whiny guy whose name escapes me but who looks like every other actor his age.
Good movie. But it would still have been better with androids.
Labels: Mars Loves Venus, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Monday, August 31, 2009
Damn, We Love the Marine Corps
Father Anonymous may himself be a typical clergy peacenik, but he can't help but love the USMC. From Wired:
Since the American invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq, the U.S. military has built a series of titanic bases, where troops can get Pizza Hut delivered, sip an iced mochaccino, surf the web wirelessly or enter salsa dancing competitions. In my limited experience, these places are greenhouses of ennui and existential angst; the comforts of home only make the residents more despondent.
At Echo company’s compound, the only air conditioning is for the computers in the operations center. The shower is a bucket. The toilets consist of a few sandbags and a wooden box, positioned over a hole. And when the Marines here leave the base on patrol, it’s a virtual guarantee that they’ll encounter Taliban trying to kill them. In 57 days here, Echo has received enemy fire on 44 of them. Which, strangely, suits the Marines here just fine.
Damn right it does. the article goes on to say a little more about who these guys are:
Just about everyone here enlisted after 9/11. They didn’t join to get college money, or to learn some profession they’d take into the civilian world. They signed up with the United States Marine Corps to go to war. “This is all I wanted to do for a long time,” [a lieutenant] adds.
Look, somebody has to do this stuff, at least sometimes. And there's nobody we'd rather have doing it for us.
Labels: Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Disney Buys Marvel
The Walt Disney Company is in the midst of purchasing Marvel Comics and its 5000 characters, including Spider-Man, Captain America and Millie the Model. Not to mention some very un-Disney characters, like the Punisher, Norman Osborn and Venom.
The deal still has to pass antitrust muster, but we hardly think that will pose a problem. The brands are disturbingly different. Our biggest fear is that Disney will do for the Marvel Universe what it did for the Brothers Grimm, Charles Perrault and Joseph Jacobs -- i.e., suck the life out of them, and leave behind soulless, saccharine-covered shells. (Come to think of it, they did this for Times Square as well).
Still, the team-ups will be good. Mickey/Cap is sort of obvious. Likewise the inevitable Donald-Howard smackdown. But howzabout Man-Thing meets That Darn Cat?
Labels: Neeks and Gerds, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A Classy Guy
Andrew Breitbart is a member of the Chattering Classes, in the "Vicious Right-Wing Attack Dog" division. He is also a twit.
He demonstrated both these things with a recent series of Twitter tweets celebrating -- not observing, but celebrating -- the death of Ted Kennedy. Per ThinkProgress, linked above:
[When] news broke that Sen. Ted Kennedy had passed away after serving in the U.S. Senate for nearly 50 years. Soon after, conservative commentator Andrew Breitbart began a sustained assault on Kennedy’s memory, tweeting “Rest in Chappaquiddick.”
Over the course of the next three hours, Breitbartunapologetically attacked Kennedy, calling him a “villain,” “a big ass motherf@#$er,” a “duplicitous bastard” and a “prick.” “I’ll shut my mouth for Carter. That’s just politics. Kennedy was a special pile of human excrement,” wrote Breitbart in one tweet.
There's more where that came from. Class act, huh?
Labels: End of America, Republicans in the Minority and Englishmen Go Out in the Noonday Sun
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
"How Firm a Foundation"
One of the projects we have always wanted our Beloved Godfather (perhaps in collaboration with our Beloved Godson) to undertake is the compilation of what we call "The Reference Hymnal." We imagine a collection of hymns, or at least of hymn lyrics, in their original forms with chief popular variants indicated.
This isn't easy. Which English verses of A Mighty Fortress are "chief variants," for example? And what about such hymns as Conditor alme siderum? The 7th-c. Latin original was almost completely re-written a thousand years later, as part of Urban VIII's breviary reform. Is it now one hymn with translations and variants, or two?
Still, for most hymns the idea is fairly straightforward, and might be useful to worship leaders and preachers who wanted to explore ideas which have been excised from the common hymnal versions. (Likely not to include the fervent hope, expressed in Faith of our Fathers, that England would return to papistry. But who knows what a preacher may need?).
Here, by way of f'rinstance, are the words to How Firm a Foundation, which not coincidentally we will sing come Sunday. Red indicates stanzas absent from LBW and ELW, and [brackets] indicate textual alterations.
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word! [ELW: "in Christ Jesus, the Word"]
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? [ELW, LBW: "Who unto the Savior"]
In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.
Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid; [ELW, LBW: "your God," "give you aid"]
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand [ELW, LBW: "help you," "cause you"]
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie, [ELW, LBW: "your pathways"]
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply; [ELW, LBW: "your supply"]
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design [ELW, LBW: "hurt youu"]
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. [ELW, LBW: "your dross," "your gold"]
Even down to old age all My people shall prove [ELW, LBW: "Throughout all their lifetime, my people']
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.
In this case, the emendations are modest -- a house style that prefers you to thee, and an alteration of l.4 to avoid the awkwardness of "you, who." One might argue, profitably, over whether ELW's decision to identify the Word by name for people who may not get it is either useful interpretation or offensive dumbing-down.
As for avoiding mention of old age, well, blame a culture which worships youth and considers "old" to be a slur. And there's a sermon right there.
But the excised verses may be more interesting. The omitted second stanza rebukes the Prosperity Gospel up front. And the concluding thought of the fourth stanza -- that God will "sanctify to [us our] deepest distress" -- is actually alien to a lot of Protestants these days, especially liberal ones, despite the clear Protestantism of the hymn. (Not to mention its liberal appeal: sung at the funerals of Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson). Food for thought.
Labels: Getting Good Religion, Pro Domo Suo, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
One Deaconesss Number
Relevant to the discussion below, we're looking for comparative data on deaconesses. And please do look at Sister Cheryl's website, which supports her book, In the Footsteps of Phoebe. It's linked above. (We'll overlook the anti-ELCA snark that greets the reader up front).
As of April 2008, the ELCA's Deaconess Community claimed 76 rostered women, "ranging in age from 27 to 91." It's down to 72 now, according to a more recent press release.
As for the LC-MS, a Concordia Seminary article from 2004 claims that there "are about 100" deaconesses serving. (Curiously, and perhaps tellingly, the article proposes deaconesses as a remedy for an apparent shortage of LC-MS clergy). The website of Concordia University, Chicago, gives these numbers, which we assume to be reasonably current:
There are 172 Commissioned-Deaconesses on the LCMS Roster. Of those:
111 are Active
19 are on Candidate status
17 are on Non-Candidate status
25 are Emeritus
111 are Active
19 are on Candidate status
17 are on Non-Candidate status
25 are Emeritus
None of this is decisive, both because it is vague and because it doesn't give data for comparison prior to the ordination of women by the LCA and ALC. All of which is further complicated by the different history of deaconesses in the various church bodies. But it does, in a preliminary way, suggest that, per capita, a denomination which does not ordain women does have significantly more consecrated female lay workers than one which does ordain women. So perhaps Morgan is onto something.
Labels: Clerical Errors, Pro Domo Suo
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Women Beware Women
Tip o' the biretta to our favorite former librarian for this one. (And of course to Thomas Middleton).
Episcopal Life has an opinion piece by Alda Marsh Morgan, who describes herself as "a theologically-educated lay woman and a former lay church worker," regarding the 35th anniversary of the [DFMS of the] PECUSA's first ordinations of women. She suggests that perhaps all the observances need not be celebratory, and argues that in fact the ordination of women may have done some damage:
There were few of my church worker colleagues who wished to be ordained, once it became possible, not because they didn't approve of women priests, but because we felt secure in our own vocation as theologically educated lay professionals. What we found offensive was the complete lack of respect for our own work and vocation on the part of the women who sought ordination and were committed to their own vocations as ordained ministers. Moreover, once ordination became available for women, most of us were no longer able to work in the church. The church's clericalism saw to that.
Many of us felt pushed aside, unappreciated, and -- to bring it all home -- we had to scramble to find jobs in other sectors or had to fight to find paid work in the church and other ways to continue to express our own vocational calls in ministry. More than a few left the church altogether and even more were embittered or close to despair.
This is strong stuff, and Morgan bravely owns her own sour grapes. But does she have a point? Our first instinct is to say yes. We've heard the complaint before, although never articulated so clearly. Our librarian friend has experienced some of this herself, and so have some of her Facebook friends. And it is certainly true that, among Lutherans, the number of deaconesses -- theologically educated, consecrated, professional church workers -- has plummeted in the years since women were first ordained.
But on the other hand, we Lutherans have a control on the experiment which the Episcopalians lack: the LC-MS. It has never ordained women, nor even been seriously tempted. Women in the LC-MS have been given to know, with increasing stridency over the years, that the roles available to them in the church's work are sharply defined and delineated. Among these, of course, is that of deaconess.
So -- has the the deaconess community of the LC-MS flourished while that of the ELCA has floundered? Has it declined modestly, as other professional roles have opened to women? or has it tanked along with the ELCA community? We genuinely don't know the relevant numbers. (For those who may have access to them, these would be the number of deaconesses per church member in each of the LC-MS, ALC and LCA circa 1970, and the same numbers for some recent year in the two remaining church bodies. We can count the AELC out because it was so small, and because that's practically the Egg's house policy anyway).
Any researchers out there?
Labels: Clerical Errors, G.A.S.-bags, Mars Loves Venus, Pro Domo Suo
Monday, August 24, 2009
Rigorism and the Culture of Hypocrisy
So. The ELCA has decided -- by a modest majority -- that it will pursue liturgical and canonical means to bless romantic unions between people of the same sex. It will, by the same token, now permit congregations and synods that so choose to call and roster people living in such unions.
This was a difficult decision, painful for many on either side of the question. A friend who supported the ELCA's decision strongly, and who was present at the assembly, circulated notes which said, in part:
We have moved into a very different place as a church. There are people looking lost, crying. The church they love and have faithfully served their whole lives is changing into something they do not recognize. There is no glory to be had because of their loss, no comfort to be gained from their discomfort. Their pain is real and, probably, growing.
... It pains me that as we [move] closer to my full inclusion in the church that others grow in their feelings of exclusion. I lived with those feelings since I came out to myself at the age of 14. Those feelings will envelope you, feeling like a soaked, heavy quilt hanging on your constantly, its weight never becoming lighter.
This is worth remembering.
But here's another thing worth remembering: this change in the church's policy may seem greater than it is. You could argue, as we often have, that the church's practice will change little, and for the better. After all, we have always ordained gay people. We have also ordained straight people who are not married. And while in both cases we did ask them to live in celibacy, it is surely no secret that, over the years, many have neglected to do so.
(Incidentally, the same expectations apply to laypeople, and always have. Nobody ever talks about this, because it has been a long time since the ELCA or any of its predecessor churches was minded to censure laypeople for these things.)
Anyway, the fact of this neglect doesn't make it right, to be sure; we pastors often neglect to do tother things the church expressly expects of us -- remain sober, refrain from gluttony or wrath, remain married for life, even find time for recreation and self-care. These are grave things. But it is worth remembering that effective and holy ministry has been conducted by people who have not lived up to the church's expectations.
Here's what has happened, though, over the years. The church has been torn between two impulses, each of them praiseworthy: to accept people as they are, without judgment; and to maintain its traditional rules of behavior. Historians sometimes call them the tendencies toward laxism and rirorism. Now, those aren't easy impulses to balance, and never have been. In some apostolic communities, soldiers and judges were excluded from church membership; until quite recently -- some of our own lifetimes -- a divorced pastor was certain to lose his call and likely to be defrocked.
(Reading the canons of the various ecumenical councils is a fascinating experience, if one stops looking at Christology and starts looking only at the repeated calls for "reform" of morals in general and clerical morals in particular. It is as though nobody ever lived quite the way they were called to. But of course, the details of "the way they were called to" have changed significantly through the years.)
Among Lutherans (even the LC-MS, if imperceptibly), the balance has gradually shifted toward acceptance without judgment at the expense of rules. But many Christian communities have decisively chosen the alternative path, declaring any number of behaviors immoral and therefore unacceptable among the faithful. There are, of course, Bible-based arguments which exclude not only divorce but also tattoos, church organs, women who don't wear hats, and lots of other things that many of us -- but not all -- find unexceptionable.
Rigorism is a very attractive public posture for a church. People really do love rules, and they want their church to have and display the highest ethical standard. This is a great and proven way to attract new recruits, many of whom will hold themselves to this high standard, at least until they don't anymore. And even then, they'll keep up appearances.
Here's what rigorism does: it creates a culture of hypocrisy. There are dozens of easy examples. (As a former Baptist we know likes to remark, the difference between a liberal Baptist and a conservative Baptist is that the liberal will make eye contact when you meet at the liquor store.) But the example of gay Lutheran pastors is worth noting. For generations, their church has said one thing and done another, often in ways that are astonishingly overt.
- In the 1930s and 40s, our synod elected -- repeatedly -- a bishop who had lived with another man since about 1900. This fellow was identified in the press as the bishop's "friend" and even "physician," but this was just euphemism. They lived together, with one interruption, for their entire adult lives. It was about as public as such a relationship could have been, but there is no evidence that anybody ever ... said anything about it.
- Many, many leaders of the catholic-revival movement have been what an old ELCA document called "homosexual in their self-understanding," whether or not they remained celibate. (Some surely did, others certainly did not). One thinks of Newman, his bones intermixed with those of Fr. Ambrose St. John; or one thinks of the homophobic slur implicit in the snarky expression "chancel prancer." Come on: Did you really think that, beneath the liturgical and ecclesiastical battles of the last 175 years, there wasn't an element of gay-versus-antigay jousting? Of course there was.
Now, this was barely hypocrisy. It was more like a sort of truce, between the rigorist and laxist positions, not quite "don't ask, don't tell," but one in which other matters were sometimes used as substitutes for a frank discussion of sexual behavior and its moral consequences. We suspect that many people in many churches wish that the clock could be turned back, and this truce could be restored.
But it can't, and here's why. The public discourse regarding sexuality has changed dramatically over the past half-century. Divorce no longer requires "residency" at a Nevada dude ranch; cohabitation scandalizes barely anybody; and we all know that Spencer Tracy was married, but not to Katherine Hepburn. We are more frank now, often to an embarrassing degree. (And let's be clear: this is excess frankness is not an unalloyed joy for anybody).
What this means in parish practice is that, for example, a pastor who lived for thirty years with the same man, traveling together from one rectory to another, would have a much more difficult time passing that fellow off as his physician. People would simply assume, and act accordingly -- giving the couple a choice between admission (even if tacit) and deceit.
Indeed, the very possibility of celibacy seems not to enter the minds of the faithful any longer. Some years ago, when an unmarried colleague moved in with her fiance, a parishioner disclosed his very understandable difficulty with this obvious pastoral misstep. But when we suggested that perhaps they were managing to cohabit chastely, said parishioner could not even consider the possibility. Or consider a gay pastor, whom we know to have been celibate, and who was discovered by a church member, browsing in the wrong aisle of a local porn shop. (Another obvious misstep, but pity the poor guy, who was really struggling to maintain his celibacy). Within days, the pastor was on his way to joblessness.
In a society like ours, there really isn't much of a closet left to hide in.
So this is where the hypocrisy comes in. For example: A gay colleague recently sent us a clipping from his hometown newspaper, including an interview with his hometown pastor, a friend and mentor. Our friend has been "out" to his old pastor for decades, but has nonetheless been welcome in the parish, even preaching and presiding when he's in town. In the article, the hometown pastor is quoted, often, decrying the ELCA's new position in florid terms, which he swears is a church-dividing anathema to his congregation. But if you look closely at the accompanying photograph, of a beautiful church in the midst of worship, there is a gay man holding the Eucharistic bread over the altar.
This is the sort of thing that has become common in recent years, and which we consider a sort of well-intentioned but ultimately soul-destroying hypocrisy. A rigorist theory joined to a laxist practice seems sort of charming, doesn't it? But in fact, it undermines both. The hometown pastor has knowingly invited to preside at his parish table someone he believes ought to be subject to ecclesiastical discipline; surely this is (by his own lights) an abuse of his parishioners, if not an insult to God. Meanwhile, his public comments on the subject are hurtful to the colleague who has loved him and trusted in his goodwill. In his effort to be personally kind and doctrinally faithful, he has fallen into an ethical trap, which threatens his integrity on every side.
The ELCA has not, despite its critics, broken faith with a long and well-reasoned tradition of Christian moral theology. At least not this month. It has taken steps to make its canons accord with its practice, so that people can speak frankly about their own lives and loves. It has obviated the old and tiresome game of pretending not to know what one does know, of deceiving oneself and others -- or of pretending to be deceived when one really isn't. In that sense, the questions that have been decided, at least ad interim, are less about sexual ethics than about the ethics of truth and lies.
Labels: Clerical Errors, G.A.S.-bags, Getting Good Religion, Mars Loves Venus, Pro Domo Suo
Friday, August 21, 2009
If You're Preaching on Sunday ...
... consider the "De-baptism" phenomenon.
Atheists have begun "de-baptizing" themselves. Sometimes this involves buying a certificate that they can hang on the wall; sometimes it involves having a guy in robes point a blow-dryer at you to dry off any remnant of the water.
One wonders why atheists, having abandoned religion, still need its customs and ceremonies, even if only in the form of mockery. Oh no -- one doesn't wonder, does one? One knows.
Anyway, it might be an angle to approach the followers of Jesus in John 6 who just can't hack it, and turn away. (After five slow weeks of John 6, we suspect that many of the faithful will be a bit squirmy in the pews themselves).
Labels: Clerical Errors, Getting Good Religion, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Barney Speaks, Uhh, Frankly
Conservative activists have been turning out at town hall meetings, casting ever-more-ludicrous aspersions upon the president and his call for health-care reform. To our horror, they actually seem to be gaining some traction, proving that PT Barnum was right about the birth-rate of suckers.
In this precious clip, one woman (possibly a Larouche plant) asks Barney Frank why he is supporting Obama's "Hitler-like policies." Because, yes, providing health care for poor people is a lot like exterminating Jews, Gypsies and gays. And the Bay State's favorite gay Jew treats her with exactly the respect she deserves. Enjoy:
"Like arguing with a dining room table." The guy's our new hero.
Labels: Republicans in the Minority and Englishmen Go Out in the Noonday Sun, Senatus haec intelligit
Back to School: Anxious Parents' Edition
Honestly, we've never made much of US News and World Report's college rankings. Apart from selling magazines, they exist primarily to torture anxious parents of the striving class. Nobody else can, or should, take them too seriously.
Case in point: our own alma mater is currently tied for 11th place among liberal arts colleges. Eleventh? It's an outrage. Why, the school we're tied with isn't even on the East Coast. (Our safety school, incidentally, came in 14th among national universities. Which is just as silly, since that would place it behind schools in the Midwest and South. We aren't having any of that nonsense, thanks!)
Looking for church-related colleges on the list can be a somewhat dispiriting adventure. It's easy enough with "national universities." Emory, Notre Dame and Vanderbilt, tied for 18th place, jump out and smack you on the face. But small colleges? Many of the best were begun by church bodies, but have since renounced the relationship (Wesleyan University, for example, isn't really Wesleyan at all). Many others have tenuous relationships to their churches. Bard (37th), shockingly, retains its Episcopal affiliation. We grew up nearby, have had friends who graduated and even worked there, and have even graced the campus with our own collegiate inebriety -- and nobody ever said a word on the subject. (On the other hand, Holy Cross in Worcester, MA, seems pretty frankly Jesuit -- and Wheaton, at 56th, is as as protestant as the day is long. Or more so.)
So what is a church-related small college? And how good can they be? These are practically metaphysical questions, but they are the kind that parents and students may be inclined to ask.
Anyway, let's skip the metaphysics and get to the part Egg readers really care about: Lutheran colleges. We didn't read all that closely, so apologies if we missed somebody, but the answer seems to be St. Olaf at 47th place, followed by Gettysburg at 49th. St John's, Collegeville and Drew University -- respectively, Benedictine and Methodist -- are tied with Muhlenberg for 71st. Others follow. And all of these, by the way, are ranked higher than some better-known schools, including Virginia Military Institute and even Bennington. (Not to mention higher than some schools with good reps among conservative Christians, like Westmont and Calvin).
As for the Concordia system that the LCMS and its disjecta membrae continue to brag about ... well, we couldn't find them in our search. But maybe we just didn't go far enough down the list.
Labels: Pro Domo Suo, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Omarosa Goes to Seminary
We've actually never heard of this woman, but apparently she's famous as a result of her appearances on a reality show. Before that, she worked for Al Gore. (Tip o' the biretta to Babyrunaround for this.)
Anyway, Omarosa Manigault-Stallworth, a celebrity in the classic sense of being celebrated less for one's achievements than for one's existence, has enrolled at a Methodist seminary in Ohio, where she is reported to be studying for a "Doctor of Ministry" degree.
Nothing remarkable there. Or almost nothing. Father Anonymous has many friends and colleagues who hold this degree. It's pretty common ... among ministers. And that's the thing, y'see.
The D. Min. is a "clinical" degree, meaning that it is intended as a form of advanced study for practitioners. Gordon-Conwell describes theirs as "is the highest professional degree for men and women already successfully engaged in ministry." It is not a Ph.D., intended for those who are going to teach. (Hardened cynics say that it is a fluff degree, intended to burnish the resumes of ministers too lazy to pursue a real doctorate. We disagree, but see their point.)
Meanwhile, Stallworth-Manigault has a BA in Broadcast Journalism and an MA in Communications. Apart from being a celebrity, she works as a political consultant. (And shows a lot of belly button while doing it. We're so glad Carville didn't think of this.)
So. What part of her life's experience thus far constitutes "successful engagement in ministry"? We aren't quite sure.
Labels: Clerical Errors, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Speaking of Lutherans ...
... did you know they're doing something this week? Besides living in the world's most expensive cities?
The ELCA is holding its biennial Churchwide Assembly in Minneapolis. Among the many subjects to be debated and decided upon are SEX the election of a vice-president SEX Methodists SEX malaria and HIV SEX the budget SEX and some other stuff nobody is really paying attention to.
Owing to the timely intervention of an Adirondack vacation, we have not been following the events thus far. Owing to high blood pressure and a propensity for yelling at the computer when it says things we don't like, we probably won't follow the live feed these next few days. Fortunately, we have friends who do this sort of thing for us.
Pastor Joelle's blog, linked above, carries an outstanding description of the first day's antics. She describes some parliamentary wrangling over whether passage of a particular proposal SEX would require a simple majority or a supermajority. She ably describes the intellectual pros and visceral cons of requiring a supermajority, but then goes on to say the things that really matter, and which all Lutherans will need to remember this week:
This is going to be a divisive decision, regardless of how it goes or how it is passed. A super majority is not going to make the losing side happy.
And I'm tired of hearing all this angst about the "angry people in the pews" who are going to take their marbles and go home if we decide to recognize God's call to gay people in committed relationships. (Actually we are not even voting to do that – we are voting to be willing to abide in the same church with those who do and those who don't).
What about the people who have left already because of the way we do things now? What about all the congregations who have been excluded from full participation in the ELCA because they like their gay non-celibate pastor very much and are quietly without any whining just going about the work of God, many of them even sending financial support to the mission of the ELCA? Are they less important?
The delegation from our own synod, while as serious as a heart attack regarding the issues, takes another approach to reporting the day's affairs:
We encourage our readers to follow both sources -- Pastor Joelle and Convivium New York -- as their authoritative guide to SEX the ELCA Churchwide Assembly.
Labels: Clerical Errors, Getting Good Religion, Mars Loves Venus, Pro Domo Suo
Lutherans Live the Life of Luxury
Yes, we know: when you think high-end living, Lutherans aren't the religious community that jumps to mind. (Hello, Episcopalians). In the popular imagination, including our own, Lutherans are modest people living modest lives. Think of little old ladies in homes with pine panelling, pressed-glass candy bowls, and a collection of figurines that look almost like Hummel and are really just as good.
Oh yeah? Well, suck it, popular imagination. Because a study by the United Bank of Switzerland reveals that the most expensive cities in the world are Oslo and Copenhagen -- cities as full of Lutherans as any on earth. Second and third place in the expensive-city sweepstakes go to Zurich and Geneva, the historic bastions of Calvinism. Rome, for those who lean that way, was Number 17 -- after both Helsinki and Stockholm.
As for New York -- well, we were a bit miffed to see that old Gotham came in sixth. But then we looked at the top of the chart, and saw that each city was assigned a number greater or less than 100 -- which was New York. get it? We're the yardstick by which other expensive cities are measured.
Labels: Pro Domo Suo, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Nothing Funny Here
If we make a joke, some readers will accuse us of a divisive touch-down dance, which is not our intention here at all. Other readers will accuse us of beating a dead horse, which may actually come closer to the mark. But in fact, we think that there is something worth noting in this terrible, terrible story from Australia.
Here's the gist:
Wilfred Edward Dennis is on trial for a series of sexual assaults against a minor, said to have taken place in the 1970s, when he was a priest of the Anglican Church.
After a recent extortion demand by the victim, Dennis called his bishop, who asked him if there had been other instances. "Oh, yes," Dennis is said to have answered. As many as 41.
Now, the main point here -- assuming the story to be true -- is that Dennis is a dirtbag, who should never have been admitted to holy orders, who has done incalculable damage to the lives of many boys, and who should now spend the remainder of his life in prison. (In most prisons, we are given to understand, it is likely to be a brief remainder.)
But here's another factoid which we are afraid may not get sufficient play:
Dennis is not, nor has he been for some time, a priest of the Anglican Church, which with 3.7 million members is the second-largest religious community in Australia, and a significant force in that nation's public life. He is a priest of the Anglican Catholic Church, which is part of the "Continuing Anglican" movement. It has 25 Australian congregations, is not part of the Anglican Communion, and its principal raison d'etre is opposition to the ordination of women.
In other words, a schismatic. And you know how the Egg loves schismatics.
For the sake of clarity, we point out that, when Dennis committed these crimes, he was apparently still part of the mainstream church. Nor, by any means, do we mean to suggest that there is some necessary relationship between schismatic church groups and sexual misconduct. Not a necessary, one-thing-leads-to-another, relationship.
But there is a relationship. We have spent a lot of time reflecting on James Nestingen's claim that, in the ELCA's early years, the tiny cohort of AELC pastors accounted for a disproportionately large number of misconduct cases. (To be honest, we'd like to see some hard numbers on this, but doubt that any will ever be made public.) In our own synod, several shocking misconduct cases have been resolved, extra legis, by schism -- when, rather than accept his guilt and take his punishment, a pastor joins the ranks of a micro-denomination, usually taking his congregation along as dowry.
There are, we suspect, at least two different elements in this relationship between schismatics and misconduct.
First, a full-sized modern denomination typically has some safeguards in place to identify and remove miscreants. Psychological testing for seminarians, "boundaries workshops" for the clergy, and accountability and discipline through a church hierarchy which has become accustomed to covering its own tail in legal matters. While the effectiveness of these safeguards may vary, and it is well-known that they sometimes break down altogether (thank you, Cardinal Law), they do exist. And for that very reason, these are less hospitable environments than the tiny church bodies created by and for the disaffected.
Second, offenders (whether actual or potential) are not stupid. They may well lack impulse control, but they do not lack intellect. They know where they are most likely to get away with the things they do, and they gravitate toward such places. Our biggest concern is that the faithful often fail to see this. If Pastor Bob says that the Orthodox Five-Points Church of the Westminster Confession is just as good as the PCUSA -- better, even, because it doesn't have gays, women or those damned intrusive presbyteries -- they believe him, because he's their pastor. He knows, even if they don't, that he has led the flock into a gently permissive pasture, in which delicate questions go unasked.
And add to these elements a third, which is less direct but arguably more potent: invincible self-righteousness. This was, and remains, the Missouri Synod's principal export; it was the mother's milk on which those AELC babes had sucked their whole lives, supported by a series of univocal institutions, and unchallenged by the example of other Lutheran bodies, from which they were largely protected. They entered the AELC and later the ELCA convinced of their utter superiority -- intellectual, moral and otherwise -- to those around them.
One finds the same flaw, writ in miniature, among the other schismatics. Wilfred Dennis left a church of the Anglican Communion because he felt that he and his friends possessed a higher truth than the many millions of their brethren, acting prayerfully and in union with one another; likewise Marcel Lefebvre and the Roman Communion, and so forth and so on. One almost wants to scream: Seriously? And a guy who molested 41 children thought he had the moral high ground?
So, we'll say it again: Schism is an ugly thing, and schismatics take on some of that ugliness. It may sometimes be inevitable, even necessary, but that does not make it good in itself, or in any way praiseworthy. And let the faithful beware, because when they and their congregations line up with these people, "it is as if someone fled from a lion and was met by a bear."
Labels: Clerical Errors, G.A.S.-bags, Pure Evil
Thursday, August 06, 2009
If You Like Gregorian Chant ...
... and we know you do, consider clicking around the site Jogueschant.org, linked above. They have dowloadable scores and MP3 files, available for free. The resources are conveniently arranged to folow the church calendar.
Also check out this experiment, which allows you to read and listen at the same time. We couldn't find it on YouTube yet, so this is stolen from New Liturgical Movement:
Also check out this experiment, which allows you to read and listen at the same time. We couldn't find it on YouTube yet, so this is stolen from New Liturgical Movement:
Labels: Getting Good Religion
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Plugging for Another Blog
Among its many current delights, GetReligion offers these bits of overlooked news:
- Amidst all the other turmoil, Episcopalians have settled upon a second reason to prevent somebody from becoming a bishop. Even if elected by his diocese, the national church refuses to admit a priest who is also an ordained Buddhist (whatever, exactly, that means). Can one blame it?
- Methodists. Have you ever noticed that there are a lot of them, but they don't get much attention? If you added the ELCA and the PECUSA together, you could still throw in the UCC just for laughs before adding it up to match the American membership of the UMC. GR describes some recent wrangling over polity, behind which inevitably is wrangling over sex, and asks a serious question: Why doesn't the press give these people more attention?
Labels: Getting Good Religion
Monday, August 03, 2009
"The Curate's Egg"
Some months ago, Father Anonymous sat with two clerical friends at a swell New York City restaurant, and listened as these gentlemen attempted to order complicated cocktails of some sort -- ginger martinis, maybe? -- from a series of waiters who alternately recommended the drink and doubted that its ingredients were in stock. In the end, they settled for second best -- "Sapphire martini with double vermouth and and a twist, straight up in a chilled stem glass," or something equally longwinded. By the time their beverages had been ordered, confected and delivered, Father A. had finished his Amstel (which he had ordered in two Heminwayesque syllables: "Beer, please." He still glows when recollecting that isolated moment of uncharacteristic brevity).
The point to this anecdote is simply to mention that your obdt. svt. is a less-than-sophisticated drinker. Once upon a time, like most college boys, he cultivated a taste for whiskey (Macallan 25, if somebody else was buying), but that was long ago and far away. We toothless old men like our milk warm and and our bedtimes early.
What was our point again? Oh, yes. We were reading a Weekly Standard article, which made several countercultural arguments regarding cocktails.
First, that the Frank and Dino knew squat about drinking:
"[T]he best cocktails were not the product of the 1950s when the Rat Pack set the standard, but the 1920s when piano bars and hot jazz ruled and people changed their clothes for the evening. Our most elegant cocktails were part of the great modern revolution in design and had the same sleek lines as that era's airplanes and motorcars. The drink names of this era celebrate just what the plane, train, and liner meant to travel and horizons--the Aviation, the Bijou, the Metropolitan, and the Sidecar; the Havana, the Bombay, the Honolulu. And these drinks were wondrous balances of fresh ingredients. During the "Swingers" era of the 1990s, what you could get were very large Martinis that were often just chilled gin--six ounces or more in a single glass.
Second, that water is not the enemy:
"diluting the alcohol is much of the point of the cocktail. Do not underestimate the value of water in cocktails. It is what separates us from our less-civilized forebears who began the consumption of distilled spirits. The meeting of water with alcohol and flavorings civilizes the mix, allowing the spirit's rich flavors to prosper and diminishing the harsh bite of the liquor--which is after all something of an industrial byproduct. The key to making cocktails in large batches and ahead of time is to pour in water before chilling the mixture in a pitcher. It is a difficult moment, I acknowledge: a plunge into the unknown accompanied by a sense of impending disaster. But have faith and you will be rewarded."
Both points well taken. And the Sazerac was held up for special praise, which warms our absinthe-bitter heart. What caught us off guard, however, was an unfamiliar expression. The article suggested that today's syrupy messes are generally "a curate's egg of ingredients." Heavens, thought we. Have bartenders been stealing provender from the lesser clergy?
Turns out, at least according to Wikipedia, that this delightful expression means "something partly good and partly bad, so that the whole is spoiled." It comes from a Punch cartoon. At a la-de-da breakfast, a bishop says, "I'm afraid you've got a bad egg, Mr. Jones." To which the wretched-looking curate replies humbly, "Oh, no, my lord. I assure you that parts of it are excellent."
It's funny, in an 1895 sort of way. But it's also useful. After all, how many things, despite some good ingredients, are spoiled by their bad ones? Anglican conservatives surely argue thus about the [FDMS of the] PECUSA. We ourselves have often thought as much of those people in St. Louis.
On the other hand, one doesn't want to go too far with all this. People, and the communities people build, aren't really much like eggs. The bits of icky rottenness simply don't diminish the goodness of the good bits. How else could anyone stand to live in New York City? Or, for that matter, anyplace else?
Labels: G.A.S.-bags, Wenn ich "Kultur" hoere
Somebody Finally Asks the Question
Michael Hiltzik, in the LA Times, asks: "What's so great about private health insurance?"
He begins:
Throughout the heroic struggle in Congress to provide a "public option" in health insurance, one question never seems to get answered: Why are we so intent on protecting the private option? ...
The [insurance] firms take billions of dollars out of the U.S. healthcare wallet as profits, while imposing enormous administrative costs on doctors, hospitals, employers and patients. They've introduced complexity into the system at every level. Your doctor has to fight them to get approval for the treatment he or she thinks is best for you. Your hospital has to fight them for approval for every day you're laid up. Then they have to fight them to get their bills paid, and you do too.
Labels: Republicans in the Minority and Englishmen Go Out in the Noonday Sun, Senatus haec intelligit
When Orphrey Bandings Go to the Dark Side
There's a blog devoted to bad vestments. It's very small, and they have royally pissed off our friend Pastor Joelle, so they lose points for that as a matter of principle. It seems to be run by snide Anglican conservatives (redundancy alert!) who condescend to all the usual things. More points lost. And a few of the "ugly vestments" are really quite nice, in a modern sort of way. So there's that.
But still. It's a cute idea for a blog.
Labels: Clerical Errors
Why Do People -- Ahem -- "Get Saved"?
While wasting precious time on Facebook this afternoon, Father A. came across a brief form of this advertisement:
I realize this sounds a little cynical but really… who do you know who ever got saved because of an altruistic motive? Okay, time's up.
If then people only get saved because they have a need, a want, some problem, or some fear, then you should show them, right in your ad, how you and your church can help them get what they want.
I’m not talking about the prosperity gospel here. I am talking about better marriages, stronger kids, closer relationships, fellowship with God, a sense of meaning and purpose – things like that! Your Church most likely does that for people all the time. Let the people who are reading your ads know this and more people will respond to your message.
Um. Well. We suppose that this may reflect a certain kind of voluntarist religiosity popular in America, in which one decides for oneself to be saved, and makes that decision based upon a sober cost/benefits analysis. And we suppose that advertising the supposed benefits makes sense. (Although, in all frankness, there was a time when advertising the probably costs worked just as well -- "When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die," etc.) That these benefits are classed as "altruistic" is a little odd, but let it pass for now.
And we further suppose that those of different theological persuasions might have different answers to the question. A Calvinist might respond that [some] people are saved because a sovereign God has willed it from eternity, and a Methodist that people are saved by grace, but can only appreciate it as they grow in holiness. An Unitarian might look puzzled and murmur, "Saved? From what?"
For the record, it seems to us that there is only one right answer to the question of why people get saved: Because the incarnate God suffered and died for their sake, only to rise three days later in victory. As to why they are able to believe it -- to receive the gift by faith -- we can offer no answer except another act of divine grace. (And incidentally, the only motive involved here is thoroughly altruistic -- and belongs to God.)
But of course the sort of people who place ads like this are really not asking about God's saving power; they are asking about an act of human will. What they really want to answer, then, is this: Why do people come to church? And that's a pretty good question. We doubt, however, that slick copywriting has much to do with it.
Labels: Clerical Errors
