The Communal Shriving of Weltschmerz

Welcome to a space on the web where dispirited idealists can trade in their sentimental sadness for a bit of hope and peace. It's a lofty goal, I know, but I too suffer from ideal notions.


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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

High Holy Moly Days


Oh can't you see the God Print in the plummeting of the Dow? It could have been any number but it was 777 (God repeating himself three times, like a divine exclamation point)... AND it happened on Rosh Hashanah, the start of the High Holy Days which calls people to repentance! Oh, that Yahweh, ever the deft poet of irony. So the question is this, are we going to "turn from our wicked ways" and allow this machine of greed to crash and burn on its own or are we going to prop it up with yet another monetary crutch and continue to hobble on down the path of self-serving materialism until the crutch breaks for good and leaves us all vulnerably splayed for the vultures to feast upon? My guess is we'll end up with a stick and some birds.

 When will we ever learn? Unscrupulous Materialism was like milk in a saucer for both the Fat Cats and Main Street Pussies to lap up at will. But who put the saucer out there?  It sure as hello-dolly wasn't the Republicans! The current economic disaster is the result of that liberal paragon Barney Frank and his fellow well-intended clan of goofs (Barak Obama being a card carrying member). These guys were the dopes who strong-armed big lenders into handing out loans to high-risk borrowers in the first place! Don't these guys know that their utopian fantasies can only exist in college assigned essays and pot incensed dorm rooms? The only thing I fault the Republicans for is their lack-of-sack in standing up to the malfeasant political decisions of socialist democrats. But hey, there's always the chance I could be wrong. Perhaps Obama gets elected and successfully transforms this country into a bunch of teat-supping institutions from cradle to grave without ever the nation missing a meal. I mean, there are so many examples in history that prove such a thing is possible... right? Yeah... I thought not. 

Friday, September 26, 2008

Blog-Bling and Gay Christians


Okay... I need to take a class on web media. There are so many "products" (is that even a legitimate word to use?) that can bring bling to your blog and I just can't sort through it all. Certainly, there's got to be a "Blogging for Dummies" book I could refer to. 

Whatever... I'm just going to post and forget the bells and whistles for now. 

Which brings me to the hot topic for today: GAY CHRISTIANS!

I work on a development team for a new network and we got into a brief discussion about gay Christians. I wanted to know if they thought the topic would make a good feature story for one of our shows or if it could be elaborated into a show format of its own. This got us talking about Clay Aiken and then somebody mentioned another Christian, Ray Boltz who also came out not too long ago. I decided to do a little internet googling on Ray to find out more about him and discovered a lengthy article in Blade magazine. I copied the article and passed it along to a Christian friend of mine who was curious about the situation and who later sent me an email response mixed with both outrage and pity. 

I countered with my own thoughts; which inspired me to post.

Here is a revised summary of what I wrote:

I have to say, all of my Christian life, I've been wrestling with this issue concerning homosexuality and the best way to respond to it. 

I grew up under my mom's tutelage to accept all people no matter what their baggage might be and when I first became a Christian in high school, it made sense to continue that perspective because it seemed clear Jesus wanted it that way. However, as I became loaded down with doctrine and theology and Christian culture, it became harder and harder to have an open hearted approach towards other people who were obviously living "dirty" lives.

 Most of my aversion had to deal with fears of succumbing to the influence of sin myself. Later on, there was the added fear that close relationships with non-believers would undermine my religion. By this I mean, it seemed impossible to truly build a deep relationship with someone, warts and all, without feeling as though I were endorsing that person’s unorthodox lifestyle thus negating the doctrines of my own faith.

Oh sure, I could be nice to everyone on a superficial level, but to really build a relationship with someone minus the agenda of converting them, was just impossible. So, my gay friends who were once close to me became fringe acquaintances, as did all of my other "non-Christian" friends. Of course, I tried to keep in touch with them over the years for a chance to "plant a seed" here or there, but it was very clear that something was different about the level of intimacy we shared and no, it wasn't because I was "light" and they were "dark". It was because I had an agenda and they could smell it on me! I find this same experience reflected in other Christian lives as well and it has really bothered me for quite some time. 

In hopes of trying to bridge the great divide between my religion and the worldliness around me, I would try to engage with non-believers on "middle ground" and alcohol-in-moderation was the neutralizer of choice. I've noticed that this approach has been quite popular with many Christians who want to seem approachable without losing their moral high mark.

As "balanced" as the approach seems to be, it certainly wasn't satisfying for me spiritually because deep down I knew I was still undermining the credibility of my own dogma. For instance, the Bible very clearly states that believers must stay sober and avoid drunkenness, but we have managed to soften that verse for own purposes and actually use drinking as a tool for witnessing.

The logic goes like this: if my unsaved partying friend wants to go out and drink, then I should go out too and show my friend that it's possible to be cool and still be a Christian. Yuck! How is that truthful? It's not. It's manipulative and nothing more than an attempt to have your cake and eat it too. Non-believers pick up on this right away and fellow Christians who engage in this approach also know deep down that there's something very false about what they're doing.

Especially when the topic of homosexuality comes up; which it almost always does in some form or another in Christian circles. With a glass of beer in one hand and a Bible in the other, Christians quickly recite a handful of verses to support their rejection of homosexuality. Never mind that Jesus never uttered those verses. Never mind that most of the verses take refuge in the Old Testament; which, according to many Christians, takes a backseat to the New Testament (evidence for this is supplied by the casual clutching of the beer, the eating of the oyster, and the worship fest on Sunday).  Never mind that there are softer interpretations supported by Linguistics and Hermeneutics to lessen the damnation of the supposed anti-homosexual verses cited.

We conveniently disregard all of the obvious contradictions of our own behavior in hopes of leading someone out of theirs. Or worse yet, we engage in these behaviors with one another to convince ourselves that we're still cool.

Is it no wonder that my commitment to the traditional Christian lifestyle would wane and falter? I can see now that this inner dissonance has been the sole contributing factor to the spiritual roller-coaster ride I've experienced throughout my entire Christian life.

When I would start to feel like a Pharisee (a self-righteous prig), I couldn't stand myself and I would chuck out all of my religion and live like hell. But when I got tired of my spiritual depravity, I would turn back to God and embrace Christianity once again in hopes of getting cleaned up. 

Back and forth and back and forth until finally, I found a preacher who was able to articulate a suspicion I always held but was afraid to utter for fear of committing heresy. The suspicion was this: God doesn't need my witness to save people. In fact, God doesn't need Christianity to save people! Jesus is bigger than Christianity and always was and always will be, so if every church was torn down and every doctrine burned up... God would still reach people and save them.

I don't believe it is up to me or anyone else to try and make conclusions about the condition of Ray Boltz's soul or whether he was ever really a Christian or if his declaration that God created him to be a gay man is heresy.  I trust God to take care of Ray and I trust that God will not vanish just because Ray is a homosexual. I don't think Christianity is worse or better for Ray's admission because I don't think Christianity is the "seal that marks our salvation". God does that through the mercy, love and grace displayed for us by the life death and resurrection of Christ... a message that can be seen throughout all creation and therefore embraced by anyone at anytime. 

 

 


Monday, September 15, 2008

Ambiguity
Existentialism
The Law of Non Contradiction
Leadership
Ethereal Economics
Greed
Welfare 
Judgement
Love
Art
Isolation
Creativity
Decay
Evolution
Duality
Dissonance 
Subversion
Revolution
Manipulation
Predators 
Seekers
Standard Bearers


These are the words that have been swirling in my mind this weekend. I couldn't elaborate on just one of them. Let's keep this open ended... what images do these words stir in you? 


Thursday, September 11, 2008

Time Well Spent


Complications with my pregnancy have turned into continuous bedrest. 
As such, I've had plenty of time to wrestle with the inner workings of the Self. 

It's an ugly place to stare into, let me just say. 

I mean, if you honestly take a long close look at your motives and desires and refuse to wear the rose colored glasses that so many "spiritualists" are freely handing out these days, you'll see the Self can be very dark, very contorted and very acrid. 

Take note: I'm admitting this as a proclaimed Christian, so imagine the compounded defeat of looking into a place that my religion tells me is as "white as snow" only to continually find myself trampling through the muddy slush of me. 

Confession made. 

Now, for the absolution. 

I recently ordered a book that was highly recommended by a dear friend. I didn't really want to read the book for various reasons but since this very close friend of mine also happens to be my boss, I quickly assessed that not reading it wasn't an option. So, I got the book, took a deep breath of lethargy, pulled open the cover of "Velvet Elvis" and... SMACK-DOWN! 

I got a dose of the most electrifying take on Christian thought that, dare I say, I haven't felt since reading the theological impressions of C.S. Lewis!

Of course, the general perspective behind this book was nothing new to me but the WAY in which this author dished it out and served it up was absolutely piquant both spiritually and intellectually. 

All of a sudden, the slush I was treading through wasn't so revolting. I saw it for what it was: insignificant wet drift that the salt of truth could clear up in no time. It was wonderful and I started to think: what can I do to keep this buzz going?  

Many weeks ago, I was strongly pressed by another friend of mine to start blogging. The logic behind her suggestion was obvious. Since I had no choice but to stay in bed and since I spent so much of that time on the computer, why not use the internet to reach out and connect with other people? 

Sure, that's a great idea if you're "that type" of person. But having an ongoing sentimental connection apart from utilitarian correspondence has never been my strong suit. Just ask... well... everyone I've ever known. 

This fact has truly been a setback in my spiritual growth, let me tell ya. It's also been a source of ongoing guilt because I know there are things I should be doing with my life that I'm not doing solely because of this connection thing. 

So, I took my friend's blogging suggestion. 
I added the inspiration from "Velvet Elvis" and presto: 
Cara Kay Confab! 

My aim is to not only have a place where my friends and family can go to check up on the "inner workings of me", but to also have a gathering spot for unknown others to comment about the journey they happen to be on. 

I may be stuck in bed, but I'm on a journey too.
A stock-still trek of time well spent.