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Monday, October 12, 2009

A Metanoia for Matthew - and all our dear, brave fabulous LGBT friends


It's a difficult truth: Sometimes, some things - some people - some communities - have to be allowed to be broken before healing can be found.

The word is metanoia. In theological terms, this Greek word (compounded from the preposition μετά (after, with) and the verb νοέω (to perceive, to think, the result of perceiving or observing) is often translated "repent" - to 'turn around," - to change a thought or action to correct a wrong and gain forgiveness from a person who is wronged.

In religious contexts it usually refers a spiritual conversion - to confession to God (through a 'discrete and understanding priest"), and typically includes an admission of guilt, a promise or resolve not to repeat the offense; an attempt to make restitution for the wrong, or in some way to reverse the harmful effects of the wrong where possible.

Carl Jung, the preeminent psychologist, used the term 'metanoia' in a different way. In Jungian psychology, metanoia denotes a process of reforming the psyche as a form of self healing, a proposed explanation for the phenomenon of psychotic breakdown.

In this case, metanoia is viewed as a potentially productive process, and therefore patients' psychotic episodes are not necessarily always to be thwarted, which may restabilize the patients but without resolving the underlying issues causing their psychopathology.

Jung's concept of metanoia influenced R. D. Laing and the therapeutic community movement which aimed, ideally, to support people while they broke down and went through spontaneous healing, rather than thwarting such efforts at self-repair by strengthening their existing character defenses and thereby maintaining the underlying conflict.

Eleven years after the brutal murder of Matthew Shepard, I've been reflecting on issues of repentance and forgiveness, confession and restitution.

I'm coming to believe that the death of Matthew Shepard is one of three major acts of sin, three ways in which the LGBT community have been the objects of hate and evil, three seminal events in the LGBT community which have broken open the prevailing cultural norm so that we may find healing from the sin and psychosis of homophobia.

Like any movement, there are small but none-the-less significant fires that spark the movement. One was lit in November 1950 when Robert Hull, Charles Dennison Rowland, Dale Jennings, Rudi Gernreich, and Harry Hay formed the Mattachine Society, which was successful in securing a deadlocked jury and dismissal of the case against Dale Jennings for “lewd and dissolute conduct.”

That may not seem like a significant victory, but it was the first of its kind AND, it was the first to break the public silence about homosexuality.

It did not launch a movement, per se. That would come later. It did launch the lesbian organization Daughters of Bilitis founded by Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon in San Francisco in 1955.

Both organizations had national newsletters / magazines. The Mattachine Society had ONE. The DOB had THE LADDER. We now had a voice.

Separate and not exactly equal (it WAS the '50's!), but a voice. We were talking to each other in our own limited circles of gender, but at least we were talking.

In my mind and in my lifetime, there have been three major events which happened in the LGBT community, but there are other - unfortunately many, many other - smaller acts of sin and evil and psychosis which add fuel to the Hell Fire of homophobia.

This is just my perspective. You may have another. I'm not saying I'm right and you're wrong. I'm not saying I've covered it all. This is a blog post, not a book or exhaustive history.

I'm just saying this is how it looks from where I sit, 33 years after my own coming out.

These are the Three Moments of Metanoia of the LGBT Movement

The first, of course, was the Stonewall Riot in June of 1969. The Stonewall Bar was raided by the New York City Police Department because . . . well, because that's what cops did back then. And, in some parts of the country and the world, even now.

Routinely. Just for fun, I suppose. Round up the fagots and the dykes the Drag Queens. Load them up in the Paddy Wagon. Make it a Very Big Show. Assure the citizenry that all is well. No vice in this community. Nosireebob.

Except, this time, the Drag Queens stomped their pointy stiletto heels, held onto their fabulous wigs, allowed their mascara to smudge, and refused to be harassed. Gay historians report this as the turning point - the metanoia - which gave birth to the Gay Rights Movement.

The second event came in a far less dramatic way. On June 1, 1981, buried in a single paragraph on page five, the MMWR (Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report - which contains data on specific diseases as reported by state and territorial health departments and reports on infectious and chronic diseases, environmental hazards, natural or human-generated disasters, occupational diseases and injuries, and intentional and unintentional injuries) reported the incidence of what was later called acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS)in the United States.

These were the Regan Years. We didn't say words like 'homosexual' publicly - rarely in political circles and never in polite company. Even if you were 'homosexual'.

We would soon discover that our invisibility and our silence were complicit with an administration that chose to ignore what was originally known as GRID = Gay Related Infectious Disease.

I mean, if the disease was gay-related, why bother? And so, no one did. No one in the government, that is.

And so, GRID became AIDS.

And AIDS became AFRAIDS (A fear of AIDS).

And the stage was set for AIDS to become an epidemic.

And, children, this is how an epidemic became a world-wide pandemic.

The LGBT community learned some very important lessons.

Ignorance = Fear.

Silence = Death.

And so, we, like the Mattachine Society, the DOB, and the Stonewall Drag Queens before us, learned to find our voices. This time, however, we weren't just talking to each other or the NYPD.

We learned to "just say no" to government apathy and institutionalized homophobia.

We learned to ACT-UP (AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power) and organized protest marches, die-ins in front of the White House and State Houses and Governor's Mansions all around the country. It was "street theater" at its best - and, most effective.

We learned how to work with scientists and to 'fast track' the research on certain potentially life-saving drugs, and actually changed the traditional scientific method in the research process to suspend the two-track placebo vs. actual drug study on potentially life-saving drugs in the midst of an epidemic.

And, we vowed that we would no longer die silent, private, convenient, polite deaths - actual or societal or spiritual.

If the Stonewall Riots launched a political movement, AIDS helped us to find our voice - and our minds - our spirits - and, our souls.

We began to understand something about 'community' and 'collaboration' which some of us had learned from our work in the Civil Rights Movement.

We understood the value of "Each One Teach One."

We began to organize our communities, collaborating with other justice communities and organizations to bring about change.

Life-giving, mind altering change. We had experienced our second metanoia.

We made great strides in the next decade. Realizing that Audre Lorde was right, that our silence would not - could not protect us - more and more of us 'came out' publicly in the late '80s and early '90's.

And, for many of us, that was at great personal cost. I know my dues are marked "paid". We came to believe, however, that personal sacrifice was worth it, leading not only to our personal benefit, but that of the entire community - gay and straight.

And then, there was Matthew. Matthew Shepard. A young gay man. A college student. An Episcopalian, for God's sake. Battered and beaten to death by two young men who had sunk to the psychotic, dark depths of homophobia.

His senseless, brutal death was a serious wake-up call to the LGBT community, to this nation and to the world.

The death of Matthew Shepard galvanized and mobilized the Gay Rights Movement, which led us, a few months short of five years after Matthew's death, to witness the equivalent of the tearing down of the Berlin Wall for LGBT people.

Inch by inch. Brick by bloody brick.

In 1999, California became the first state to adopt a state-wide domestic partnership ordinance, which established a statewide domestic partnerships registry available to same-sex couples. The original policy granted hospital visitation rights and nothing else, but over time a number of benefits--added incrementally from 2001 to 2007--have strengthened the policy to the point where it offers most of the same state benefits available to married couples. Not exactly out of the Woods of Homophobia but on the path to Marriage Equality.

In the year 2000 Vermont became the first state in the country to legally recognize civil unions between gay or lesbian couples. The law states that these “couples would be entitled to the same benefits, privileges, and responsibilities as spouses.” It stops short of referring to same-sex unions as marriage, which the state defines as heterosexual.

V. Gene Robinson, once called 'the most dangerous man in the Anglican Communion', was elected Bishop of New Hampshire on June 7, 2003.

In November of 2003, the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court ruled that barring gays and lesbians from marrying violates the state constitution. The Massachusetts Chief Justice concluded that to “deny the protections, benefits, and obligations conferred by civil marriage” to gay couples was unconstitutional because it denied “the dignity and equality of all individuals” and made them “second-class citizens.” Strong opposition followed the ruling.

On June 26, 2003, the Supreme Court ruled on two cases, seventeen years apart (Bowers v. Hardwick - 1986, and Lawrence v. Texas - 2003) that sodomy laws are unconstitutional.

At that time, -Supreme Court Justice Kennedy wrote in the Majority Opinion
“Times can blind us to certain truths and later generations can see that laws once thought necessary and proper in fact serve to oppress. As the constitution endures, persons in every generation can invoke its principles in their own search for greater freedom.”
I am convinced that these events - especially Stonewall, AIDS and Matthew - are not unconnected. I have come to know them as three major events of psychological and spiritual metanoia in our community.

We have come through a process of reforming the psyche of ourselves and our community as a form of self healing. Oh, we still have "issues" - our own pathology as individuals and as a community - to deal with.

But we have gone through 'the dark night of the soul', individually and collectively, and we have become stronger, smarter, and healthier - psychologically, physically, and spiritually - in the process.

Am I saying that these three awful events have to happen in order for us to be where we now are? No, I'm not saying that.

I'm saying that hindsight is always 20/20.

I'm saying that, in considering the Jungian understanding of metanoia, I'm trying to make sense of the sacrifices we've made, of the suffering we've endured, in order to be in this healthy place where now it sometimes seems that we have more straight allies than LGBT people.

Intolerance is now officially intolerable. The President of the United States gave a speech the other night at the Human Rights Campaign Dinner and said
". . . despite the real gains that we've made, there's still laws to change and there's still hearts to open. There are still fellow citizens, perhaps neighbors, even loved ones -- good and decent people -- who hold fast to outworn arguments and old attitudes; who fail to see your families like their families; who would deny you the rights most Americans take for granted. And that's painful and it's heartbreaking. And yet you continue, leading by the force of the arguments you make, and by the power of the example that you set in your own lives -- as parents and friends, as PTA members and church members, as advocates and leaders in your communities. And you're making a difference."
Yes, yes. Of course. We have many, many more miles to go before we sleep.

Which leads me to my final point.

I trust that the heroes and 'sheroes' who ignited the sparks that fired up the Gay Rights Movement are resting in peace.

I trust that Morty Manford, one of the Stonewall Drag Queens whose story was told by the President in that same speech at the HRC Dinner, is resting in peace.

I trust that all of our brothers and sisters who died of Bureaucratic Red Tape and Ignorance during the early days of the AIDS and AFRAIDS epidemic are resting in peace.

And, I trust Matthew Shepard is bathed in Light Eternal and is resting in peace.

Requiescat in pace, dear, brave, fabulous friends.

But not you. Not me. Not us.

I trust that we will follow the words of American Labor Organizer Mother Jones who famously said, "Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living."

I trust we will allow ourselves to feel our own religious metanoia and repent of our sin of silence and ignorance, which leads to complicity with injustice and oppression.

I trust we will participate in our own spiritual metanoia and experience true conversion of our lives into an integrated whole - body, mind and spirit - apart, if necessary, from the religious traditions which understand metanoia as a one-way street, with us converting our selves, our souls and minds and bodies - to fit into the prevailing heterosexist paradigm.

I trust that our spiritual metanoia will lead us to truth and honesty, integrity and authenticity - to become more and more the person God created us to be -  not to become the image others have of who they think we should be.

And, I trust we will engage in a Jungian, psychological metanoia, and allow the crazy-making insanity of homophobia to bring us to self healing and self love and hope, so that we may be vehicles of God's healing and love and hope.

I trust this because I see no other choice. No other option.

No more oppression.

No more injustice.

No more victims.

No more.

No more.

No more.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

My sincere apologies


I am a techno-idiot. Really.

I mean, you would think I ought to be pretty savvy. I blog almost every day. But, I'm not. At all.

Some of you have tipped me off to the fact that sometimes, your comments don't show up. For others of you, your posts never show up.

I don't know what I did to make that happen. There's no rhyme or reason to it. I am not aware that I changed any of the settings.

Makes absolutely no sense to me.

So, Kirke sent me a link to a post that is designed to take idiots like me - step by step - through the process that helps you moderate your comments.

I followed the directions carefully, made a few changes and now have my fingers crossed. I have no idea what I did, exactly. I just hope it works.

Please let me know - one way or the other.

I understand that, in 2003, Saint Isidore of Seville was proposed as the patron saint of the Internet, but was not among the top six vote totals in an Italian Internet poll.

I think, just for good measure, I'll light a novena candle to Ole Saint Izzy.

This just may be the miracle he needs to get him this special canonization.

My apologies. Sincerely.

" . . .all that you have . . ."


“ . . . all that you have . . .” Mark 10:17-31
Pentecost XIX – October 11, 2009
The Episcopal Church of St. Paul, Chatham

(the Rev’d Dr.) Elizabeth Kaeton, rector and pastor.

My very dear friend and clergy colleague, Lane Denson, is also a musician. Jazz. He’s very good. I suppose, then, that it should come as no surprise that he often uses stories about music and musicians as a metaphor for life and our lives of faith. This is one of my favorites:

The great pianist Vladimir Horowitz was once asked, "What is music?” He answered that music is made up of little dots on a page, some black, some white. Almost anyone, he said, can render them with some instrument, a voice, a horn, or some string, rather like one can learn to use a typewriter to unravel shorthand. But, he said, that is not music.

Music, he said, is what’s "behind the dots." Music is getting behind the dots and connecting them and making them yours or yours together with others, bringing the music into the present and sharing it. Music is never past, save in our memories. And it’s never yet been done, save in our planning.

Music is behind the dots. So is most of the richness and meaning of life. This is especially true about eternal life, which is what the rich man was asking Jesus about in this morning’s gospel story.

Let me be very clear right up front: Despite how you may have heard this gospel preached in the past, I do not believe that Jesus is making an assault on wealth as such. Nor does he condemn those who possess it.

Neither does he necessarily praise poverty as a virtue. The man’s departure from Jesus in sadness and regret tells us that his life has been defined by his wealth and that a new life defined some other way is beyond his imagination. He cannot see behind the dots.

I think many of us – your preacher included – often make this mistake. We live our lives as good citizens, try to stay gainfully employed, care for our families, mow the lawn, pay our taxes, obey the law, keep the rules, and attend church – well, we try to on a regular basis, anyway.

Check, check and check.

But life, real life, the fullness of life, lies behind the checks. And, eternal life lies beyond the dots. Find that, and you will find the music that will turn your life from a dirge to music that will make your heart sing.

I want to pick up for just a moment on last week’s gospel. You know. The one about divorce. The one that made some of us very uncomfortable – including your preacher.

I think I have a story of my own that will help us think about living behind the dots and finding something about our own lives of faith as well as our life together in community that may help us better understand the Sacred Mystery of Eternal Life.

Years ago – on another planet in another galaxy far, far away – I was doing my own wrestling with the words of Jesus concerning divorce. My marriage had become a sham – or, at least, an utter failure.

I wasn’t exactly sure why, at the time. I just knew that we were both living with the sinking feeling that whatever this was, it was not marriage. It was awful. Flat-out awful.

A friend of mine who was Greek Orthodox encouraged me to make an appointment with her priest. She was convinced he could help me sort through my emotions and find an answer that was right for me – without judgment or condemnation.

I dragged my feet for months, but finally, when I couldn’t stand it any more, and in desperation, I made the appointment and went.

The Good Father listened patiently and kindly to my sad story, told through copious tears and sobs and sniffles. When I had finished, he handed me his fresh, white, starched handkerchief from the pocket of his black clergy shirt and, while I calmed myself down, spoke to me with great kindness and compassion – and, teaching.

“You know that the Greek Orthodox allow divorce, yes? That is because we believe that, when two people fall in love – real love – a new life is called into being. The two become one flesh with that new life, that new love, but they never cease being themselves."

"They become part of something bigger than just the two of them. Something that is in the world but not of the world. They are in the world, but the love, the new life they share, is not of the world.”

“It is a gift from God,” he continued, “It is a gift of abundance that can call forth more new life. Most often that more new life is seen in the children they have together, but it is also the new life they create together, the way each of their individual lives grow – more and more – into the unique person God has created them to be."

"Love always makes you more than you are.”

He leaned forward to be closer to me and said, “Now, sadly, sometimes that new life that came into being because of their love dies. Sometimes, it dies of abuse. Sometimes, it dies of neglect. And sometimes, it just dies."

"It is a lovely, romantic thought to believe that love lasts forever, but we know that the truth of life is not always romantic.”

“Sometimes, life is short,” he continued. “Babies die after a few days or weeks or months of life. Children or young people are taken from us in tragic accidents. We have no explanation for why this is, except that some life here on earth is not meant to live forever.”

“So, too, with the life that is created in marriage,” the Good Teacher told me. “Sometimes, the new life brought forth from love is just not meant to live that long. So, the best thing to do is to admit that the life has died, have a funeral we call divorce or annulment, and get on with the rest of life."

"It is better to live the life God has given you with all the love that is in your heart, rather than drag around a dead life form because we think that’s what the rules insist we must do.”

He sat back in his chair, took a deep breath and said, “The Rule of Life with Jesus is eternal life. You have to look behind the rules of this life to find Life Eternal with Jesus.”

Looking behind the rules – beyond the dots on the page – is where we will find the music that makes our lives sing. That’s true of our individual, personal lives, our lives with our spouses or partners, our lives with our children, and our family life.

It is also true of our lives as sisters and brothers in Christ in this parish family. You may not know it when you walked in that sanctuary door, but something happens here, when we’re together, that changes and transforms us in such a way that, when we walk out an hour or so later, we are not the same.

That happens every week. Week after week. Even though you may not realize that it is happening. I see it and I know it to be true because it happens to me.

It’s not just about coming to church. Check. Hearing the gospel. Check. Taking communion. Check. It’s about what happens behind all that. Beyond all that. About the dots that are connected between each of us and the Gospel and the Eucharist.

If you are simply looking at the dots you will miss seeing the Gospel broken open for you during the sermon just like Communion Bread so that you may be fed on The Word.

If you simply look at the dots, you will miss the True Presence of Jesus, who comes to us from behind the sacred words of our Eucharistic Prayers.

To be with us. To comfort and heal us. To bring us hope. To help us listen for the music we sing with the angels and archangels and all the company of heaven who forever sing, “Holy, Holy, Holy Lord, God of power and might. Heaven AND Earth of filled with your glory. Hosanna in the Highest!”

This morning’s Gospel story – our family story, our spiritual genealogy about wealth and poverty and discipleship – is really a story about sacrifice. To sacrifice something is not only to give it up or to give it away or to do without it.

Listen to the word: to sacrifice something is to make it sacred, to make it holy. And to make something holy is to complete it, to make it whole, to heal it, to give it integrity and purpose and direction. It is to fulfill it and to help make it what it is intended to be and to become. That is what it means to remember, to "do this in remembrance... "

We call our Eucharistic prayer a ‘sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving’. Before you can fully enter into this Sacred Mystery you have to give everything away, sacrifice all your worldly goods of anger, resentment, and all that distracts you from being fully present to the Full and True Presence of Jesus.

It is easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle than for anyone to try and enter the Realm of God with all their‘stuff’.

You have to give away all your preconceived notions of status and wealth, and what is of importance to the world. You have to claim your own poverty in order to be rich. That’s what Jesus told the rich man.

You have to die to the importance of this life in order to claim the treasure of Eternal Life.

Jesus doesn’t force the rich man or embarrass him or threaten him. He simply gives him the freedom to say “no.” For if he were to say “yes,” his “yes” would be hollow and meaningless and empty, it would simply display the dots and not what is behind them.

Jesus’ advice, of course, is for this particular man in his particular circumstance, even if his words could be expanded to include all of us who might have any similar sort of roadblock keeping us from a full life.

Make no mistake. This is not easy. “The Word of God is living and active,” says the writer of the Epistle to the Hebrews, “sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing until it divides soul from spirit, joints from marrow; it is able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”


Those are harsh, difficult words to hear. I think the words of Vladimir Horowitz about music say the same thing in a different way. Music is getting behind the dots and connecting them and making them yours or yours together with others, bringing the music into the present and sharing it. Music is never past, save in our memories. And it’s never yet been done, save in our planning.

Or, in the words of my friend, the Greek Orthodox priest, Look behind the rules – beyond the dots on the page – for that is where we will find the music that makes our lives sing.

Amen.

National Coming Out Day: A few resources


Today is National Coming Out Day.

(It's also Jon Richardson's birthday. Happy Birthday, Jon!)

It's the day before the 11th Anniversary of the death of Matthew Shepard (December 1, 1976 – October 12, 1998) – which, in my mind and heart, make the observance of National Coming Out Day even more important.

There are some wonderful resources available to us – now – that help us to enter into conversations about what it means to be gay and what it means to have LGBT people in our communities and lives of faith.

There are many, thanks be to God and the persistence of some of the most persistent members of God's Rainbow Tribe. Perhaps you will add your own.

Here are just a few of my favorites:

1. http://www.claimingtheblessing.org/publications.html

Here you will find the THEOLOGY STATEMENT (Yes, one has beendone. By Episcopalians. Who are LGBT. And, theologians.), General Convention 2006 Resources as well as VOICES OF WITNESS – the outstanding video about how churches are enriched by GLBT presence and voices and ministry. You'll also find CLAIMING THE BLESSING 101 which includes, among other things, resources for Liturgical Rites of Blessing Covenants.

2. http://www.integrityusa.org/

This is, of course, the web page of IntegrityUSA, where you will find lots – TONS – of resources, including the newly released DVD of the Triennial Integrity Eucharist 2009, Anaheim. The excellence of the liturgy and music were surpassed only by the quality of the preacher.

You can also find the inspirational and informative VOICES OF WITNESS AFRICA
http://www.voicesofwitness.org/africa/pages/filmmakers.html which was viewed at Lambeth 2008 and General Convention 2009

3. http://theoasis.dioceseofnewark.org/resources.htm

The Oasis, Diocese of Newark, also has some rich resources, including the Diocesan Statement on Civil Unions, a National List of Welcoming Congregations, Some Tips on Being a Welcoming Congregation, the State of New Jersey Blue Ribbon Report on Why Civil Unions won't provide all of the benefits of Marriage and some Liturgical Rites of
Blessing Covenants in English and Spanish.

I do believe their congregational series ALL LOVE IS OF GOD is still available in limited quantities. Write to them to find out. It is a bit dated (embarrassingly enough, it was written in the days before we added "B" and "T" to our alphabet soup of a Rainbow Tribe) but can be easily modified. It is designed to promote conversation
about sexuality in general and homosexuality in particular.

4. http://www.oasiscalifornia.org/01_blessings.htm

Oasis California also has lots of resources, none the least of which is a wonderful section on Liturgical Rites of Blessing Covenants.

5. Some other wonderful videos:

Conversations: Minister and Congregant: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFXCM5ZqTjg

Conversations: A Teacher and A Student http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4_BXpTOWqU

Conversations: Two Soldiers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rVdEfoVn_Q

31 Days of 31 LGBT Leaders: href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbNvJAFfZvA>
which includes two of my personal favorites: Ruth Ellis and the Rev'd Dr. Pauli Murray – the first Black woman to be ordained Priest in The Episcopal Church.

And, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGtaLnZjMkc

Don't miss the last minute or so of this wonderful 4 minute video for "Greeting Card Emergency: Coming Out Cards". The last card was developed by the artist to thank his friends for coming out.

The outside of the card reads, "Your courage has made me a better straight person." Inside, the card reads: "Your example has made the world a better place. Thank you for coming out."

You have to hear the end of the story – about his relationship with Jesus and others. Bring a few tissues.

Finally: if you have not seen the HBO Special "OUTRAGE: Do Ask. Do Tell", please do yourself a favor and watch it. If you don't have HBO, call a friend who does and watch it together.

Here's a synopsis from the web page:
An official selection of the 2009 Tribeca Film Festival, *OUTRAGE* investigates the hidden lives of some of the country's most powerful policymakers – from now-retired Idaho Senator Larry Craig, to former New Jersey Governor Jim McGreevy – and examines how these and other politicians have inflicted damage on millions of Americans by opposing gay rights. Equally disturbing, the film explores the mainstream media's complicity in keeping those secrets, despite the growing efforts to "out" them by gay rights organizations and bloggers.
The quote of the film goes to Barney Frank who says, "Everyone has the right to privacy. No one has the right to hypocrisy."
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The truth is that when an LGBT person ‘comes out' to the Truth, to Honesty and to Love about himself, s/he sets off a process wherein so-called ‘straight' people must do the same. I do believe our Beloved Church is in its own institutional version of ‘coming out'.

No more lies. No more hypocrisy. No more violence – physical or spiritual or biblical. No more oppressors. No more victims. No more. No more.

It's a bold, courageous step, but I do believe the angels have been – are – and will be – there to bear us up.

In the Epistle appointed for tomorrow (Hebrews 4:12-16 RCL) we hear:
"The Word of God is living and active, sharper than any two edged sword, piercing until it divides soul from spirit, joints from marrow; it is able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And before him no creature is hidden, but all are naked and laid bare to the eyes of the one to whom we must render account.... Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need."
I hope this has been helpful to you.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Angels in America: The Prophet Speaks


This is the final scene from one of my favorite movies - Angels in America - Tony Kushner's brilliant, relentless piece.

Here are the final words from that final scene on the eve of National Coming Out Day:
This disease will be the end of many of us, but not nearly all.

And the dead will be commemorated and we'll struggle on with the living and. . . . .

. . . . . .we are not going away.

We won't die secret deaths anymore.

The world only spins forward.

We will be citizens.

The time has come.

Bye now.

You are fabulous, each and every one.

And I bless you.

More life.

The Great Work begins.

Amen!

Best Health Care Rant - EVER!


Hat Tip to Marcia for this from Daily KOS.

Here's the transcript.
"Madame Speaker, I have words for Democrats and Republicans tonight."

"Let's start with the Democrats"

"We as a party have spent the last six months, the greatest minds in our party, dwelling on the question, the unbelievably consuming question of how to get Olympia Snowe to vote on health care reform. I want to remind us all that Olympia Snowe was not elected President last year. Olympia Snowe has no veto power in the Senate. Olympia Snowe represents a state with one half of one percent of America's population."

"What America wants is health care reform. America doesn't care if it gets 51 votes in the Senate or 60 votes in the Senate or 83 votes in the Senate, in fact America doesn't even care about that, it doesn't care about that at all. What America cares about is this; there are over 1 million Americans who go broke every single year trying to pay their health care bills. America cares a lot about that. America cares about the fact that there are 44,780 Americans who die every single year on account of not having health care, that's 122 every day. America sure cares a lot about that. America cares about the fact that if you have a pre-existing condition, even if you have health insurance, it's not covered. America cares about that a lot. America cares about the fact that you can get all the health care you need as long as you don't need any. America cares about that a lot. But America does not care about procedures, processes, personalities, America doesn't care about that at all."

"So we have to remember that as Democrats, we have to remember that what's at stake here is life and death, enormous amounts of money, and people are counting upon us to move ahead. America understands what's good for America. America cares about health care, America cares about jobs, America cares about education, about energy independance, America does not care about processes politicians or personalities or anything like that."

"And I have a few words for my Republican friends tonight as well. I guess I do have some Republican friends."

"Let me say this; last week I held up this report here and I pointed out that in America there are 44,789 Americans that die every year according to this Harvard report published in this peer reviewed journal because they have no health insurance. That's an extra 44,789 Americans who die who's lives could be saved, and their response was to ask me for an apology."

"To ask me for an apology?"

"That's right. To ask ME for an apology!"

"Well, I'm telling you this; I will not apologize. I will not apologize. I will not apologize for a simple reason; America doesn't care about your feelings. I violated no rules by pulling this report to America's attention, I think a lot of people didn't know about it beforehand. But America DOES care about health care in America."

"And if you're against it, then get out of the way. Just get out of the way. You can lead, you can follow or you can get out of the way. And I'm telling you now to get out of the way."
"American understands that there is one party in this country that is favor of health care reform and one party that is against it, and they know why."

"They understand that if Barack Obama were somehow able to cure hunger in the world the Republicans would blame him for overpopulation"

"They understand that if Barack Obama could somehow bring about world peace they would blame him for destroying the defense industry."

"In fact, they understand that if Barack Obama has a BLT sandwhich tommorrow for lunch, they will try to ban bacon."

"But that's not what America wants, America wants solutions to it's problems and that begins with health care, and that's what I'm speaking for tonight."

"I yield back the balance of my time"

October 11: National Coming Out Day


It's not easy to come out.

It wasn't 33 years ago when I did it.

I can tell you, from conversations I've had with hundreds of young people, that while it's a bit easier today, it's still Very Hard Work.

These cards are a huge step forward in that process.

And it is a process. It starts with the person saying to himself, "I'm gay." Then, s/he says it to another person. Then, another.

Slowly. Over time. Testing the waters carefully. Until it doesn't matter any more.

It's like pulling the skin off an onion. The layers are very thin. It's often hard to tell one layer from another. There are lots of tears. But when you get to the core, it is firm and sweet.

Please do stay to the end of this video. The last card, and the artist's story, is amazing.

Coming out is not just about the LGBT person. It's also about heterosexual people who need to come out to Truth and Honesty and Love in their hearts.

That's often as difficult for them as it is for LGBT people.

The irony is that, in developing these 'coming out' cards, this artist has also Come Out. He has come out to Truth. He has come out to Honesty. He has come out to Love. In himself.

And, in the process, he's also helping other people - gay and straight - to come out, more and more, to Truth, Honesty and Love.

Happy National Coming Out Day!

May we all come out, more and more, to Truth. To Honesty. And so, to Love.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Minivan Moms Part Deux: Lady Minivan and the DWC incident


In my continuing saga of "That Was The Week That Was," I need to tell you about yet another frustrating encounter.

This one, however, led to a startling insight on Mark 10:17-31, this week's appointed gospel lesson for Sunday.

I've already gotten into hot water with some of you about this topic ("When Affluenza Meets Neurosis"). Let me state right up front - and again- that this is not about All mothers who drive a minivan. Most are responsible suburban moms who are good drivers.

Indeed, one of our own daughters lives in suburbia and schleps two of our grandchildren hither and yon to various after school and weekend activities in the frenetic way that has become the Gold Standard for Life in These United States in the Third Millennium. God forbid your child should not have a enrichment program to attend somewhere on any given day.

I'm talking about a particular kind of woman who lives in the affluent suburbs, who has all the accouterments of status: The McMansion, The Diamonds, The Rolex, The Country Club Membership, The Handsome, Successful-Even-In-This-Economy Husband, The Two Point Five Children, and, of course, the Lexus SUV or other top-end Minivan to drive them around town.

Oh, yes. And the cell phone. That would be the appendage on her left ear.

I call them "Lady Minivan".

I had stopped off at my local Starbucks in between appointments to get a little something to stave off the hunger. I was coming out of my parking space to exit the lot when I saw her.

Blue Mini van at 2 o'clock. Two kids in car seats in the back. Tail lights with white reverse lights on, but not moving. She is, of course, on the phone. Talking. Hands waving around wildly every so often.

I knew enough to proceed Slowly and with Great Caution.

It all unfolded as if in SloMo. Just I approached her car to pass by it to the exit, she started to move. She didn't bother to look. Couldn't. She was mid-thought of Something or with Someone Very Important.

I started to tap my horn. Just to get her attention. Nothing. I kept moving very, very slowly while tapping the horn. Still nothing.

Finally, I leaned on my horn. Several people in the parking lot started yelling at her. The guy in front of Blockbuster's pointed at her, caught her eye, then pointed at me. It took her a few moments before she finally looked up, saw me, and slammed on her breaks.

She came within inches of hitting my car. Sweet Little Lucy True Bug.

Several people came round to see if I was okay, several whispering angrily, "I saw it all. I'll be your witness."

I realized that I was trembling in the aftermath of almost having been hit.

"Lady Minivan" kept talking, this time reporting that "I almost hit some idiot who didn't stop to let me out of my parking spot." She said it as if it were some Great Inconvenience. A Terrible Annoyance.

I swear to God this is true.

Entitlement and Privilege look even uglier in the midst of a situation like that.

My body started moving before my brain was fully engaged. I saw myself get out of the car and walk to her car window.

The crowd pressed in closer. There had not been a real accident, but they smelled blood on the water, nonetheless.

"Are you okay?" I asked, seeing that she was. "Yes," she rolled her eyes, not really answering me but talking into the cell phone.

"Put the cell phone down," I said.

She stared at me blankly.

"Put. The. Cell. Phone. Down." I repeated with a calm that surprised me.

A mixture of confusion and caution came over her face as she slowly lowered the cell phone to her thigh.

"Good," I said, "Now, give it to me."

"What?" she said, now looking at me as if I were flat-out crazed.

"Give. Me. The. Cell. Phone." I repeated.

"Why?" she asked, as the crowd pressed in even closer.

"Because I'm going to use it to call 911," I said calmly.

"Why?" she shrieked at me, The Idiot in a no-name brand blouse and driving a lowly VW Bug. "No one was hurt. I'm fine. You're fine. The kids are fine."

"You almost hit me because you were talking on your cell phone. In New Jersey, that's a moving violation. I'm going to report it to the police."

She went from cool suburban housewife to hysterical woman in zero to five seconds.

"You can't do that. My husband will kill me. He's always telling me not to talk or text on the phone while I drive. You can't do this!"

"Well," I said, calmly, "I can see he's been very effective. Perhaps if there is a police report and a fine, you'll stop endangering yourself, your children and others by talking on the cell phone while driving."

She was now reduced to the level of one of the three or four year olds in the back seat. Hysterical is too mild a word for it.

Infantalized is better. More on this later.

I knew I wasn't going to get her cell phone, so I turned and walked back to my car to get mine. To my amazement, people stayed away from her. Several people called out to me, "Good for you. Good for you."

I called 911. I thought to take some pictures of just how close she had come to hitting me - just in case there were later allegations of injury. Or, she suddenly got smart and moved her car, destroying the evidence.

She could obviously afford better legal representation than I could. Perhaps she was even married to one.

I also got a snap of her license plate - just in case.

In the time it took me to do that, the police arrived. I was grateful. Lady Minivan let out a wail into her cell phone. The kids in the back seat where now hysterical, screaming about "the bad lady that made Mommy cry."

The officer looked over the scene as he made his way toward me. Several people called out to him their willingness to be a witness. He nodded solemnly.

He got my story, took my license and registration and then said, "I'll handle it from here," as he walked over to Lady Minivan.

The first thing she said, through tears and sobs was, "It's HER fault. She didn't stop to let me out of my parking place."

The cop responded by calmly asking for her drivers license and registration. That took five minutes of rummaging through her purse and glove compartment, all the while explaining how it wasn't her fault. Meanwhile, several people came up to tell the officer what they had seen.

He was great. Officer Friendly giving a stern paternal lecture about the perils of driving while talking or texting on a cell phone. As he talked, she started to calm down and became remorseful and repentant, sniffling and sobbing and repeating, "My husband is going to kill me."

She got a stern lecture, a citation to appear in court and a stiff fine.

Yes, this is a bigger problem than Minivan Moms. Yes, driving with cell phones or texting while driving is a problem that knows no boundary of gender or geography, age or class status.

In the aftermath of it all, I've gotten an insight into a modern cultural dynamic about which I'm just now thinking out loud.

It's always dangerous when I do this. Someone is going to take offense and accuse me of stereotyping. So be it. I'm trying to find a way to talk about a modern manifestation of a dynamic that is as old as the Garden.

Original sin? That would be Sexism.

'Lady Minivan' is the New Eve. She is the modern icon of the New Sexism. It is a much more subtle form, but equally pernicious and just as deadly to the soul.

The tip off was the infantilization. "My husband's going to kill me," she wailed over and over. She had become the naughty girl. "Daddy" was going to be angry.

I confess that I don't understand this dynamic, but I know I've participated in it so I recognize it immediately. I suspect it's subconscious or even unconscious behavior. Something in our genetic DNA encoding. Or, a powerful learned cultural behavior.

I sometimes find myself falling into it with bishops. I know how to be coy and flirty - to 'soften' the message in the presence of a male ego with authority. Or a "power" woman who is part of the patriarchy dressed in a tailored business skirt.

To be sure, some of it is just the politics of social discourse which cross lines of gender and class status. "Working the system" is sometimes just a smart political move. Something we all do - male and female - no matter who we are or what situation we're in.

It can be conscious or unconscious or subconscious. No matter. We all engage in it from either end of the power spectrum. It's part of the enterprise of being human.

I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the ways in which we continue to participate in our own oppression - and that of others.

I'm talking about how that leads to infantilization which stunts our growth as full, whole human beings.

I'm talking about how that deadens the soul.

I'm not making fun of Lady Minivan or reducing her to stereotype. I feel bad for her and I wonder how it is our culture helps to nurture and sustain her. And, why? What is the 'cultural benefit' of Lady Minivan?

It is recorded that Socrates, charged with heresy, said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." He was on trial for encouraging his students to challenge the accepted beliefs of the time and think for themselves.

Using one of the Socratic devices, I think it's fair to say that driving while talking on the cell phone is not bad because it is against the law, it is against the law because it is bad. It carries with it the potential to do great harm and is therefore dangerous.

My prayer for Lady Minivan is that she begin to take stock and start to examine her life. That, in fact, we all do.

What is so damned important about a conversation that it can't wait until we're out of the car?

Does driving and talking on the cell phone make us, then, feel important? As if we are so important that we simply have to have conversations that are so important that they can't wait?

What does that say about us - the status of our own egos and souls - that we need the illusions of status and importance in order to feel important?

It may still be an act of heresy to challenge the accepted beliefs of our times. If we don't, however, we not only participate in our own oppression and that of others, we participate in the muting and eventual death of the soul by cultural anesthesia.

It's the parable of the rich man (Mark 10:17-31) which we'll hear on Sunday. Eternal Life is not about the things we have or even the rules - spoken and unspoken - we studiously keep.

It's about dying to self, even in the midst of - or especially because of - the prevailing cultural expectations, wherein we gain it all. Or, at least, "treasure in heaven."

Jesus said to the rich man, "You lack one thing: go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me."

When the young man heard this, "he was shocked and went away grieving, for he had many possessions."

I'd like to think the rich man went away and spent some time examining his life.

I'd like to think Lady Minivan did the same.

She might, if she'd just put down that damn cell phone and stop talking.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Can we talk about Health INSURANCE Reform?

In addition to the usual 'sturm und drang' of life in the fast lane of Parish Ministry, I've been doing battle, of late, with my Insurance Company.

You know, we don't need Health CARE Reform as much as a complete overhaul of the Insurance Industry.

Health Insurance is a good place to start.

I'm going to have some minor outpatient surgery next week. Nothing too complicated. Nothing to worry or stress about. I've got an excellent doctor I've been seeing for the past six years.

He's brilliant and well-educated as well as being kind and compassionate. He takes time to talk with me, not only explaining things, but making sure I understand what he's saying. We've developed a good, trusting relationship over the years.

I trust him completely.

The medical system he works in also has an outpatient day surgical center. Because of the size of the practice, they can negotiate better prices with insurance companies, which pass down the savings all around.

So far, so good, right? Wrong.

I thought to call his office the other day, just to make sure everything was in order and that my insurance company had authorized the surgery (I'm like that. I love surprises but I'm not very fond of the kind you get when you're signing in on the day of surgery at 6:30 AM - on a stomach empty of food or coffee.)

"Hmmm," said the insurance coordinator, "It says, 'no authorization required' so I guess you're okay."

"Wait," I said, my gut lurching intuitively at bureaucratic language, "What does that mean - 'no authorization required'? Why doesn't it just say, 'approved'?"

"Hmmm . . .," she said appreciatively, "You know, I don't know. Let me connect you with the guy in our pre-certification office. He's a good guy. He'll be able to 'translate' for you."

A couple of clicks and more than I wanted to hear of 'musak' later and I was on the phone with the guy from pre-certification. I told him my story and asked if he could translate.

"Hmmmm. . .," he said, "I see your point. You know," he said, "I would strongly advise you to call your Insurance Company and ask them."

So, armed with a few diagnostic and procedure codes, along with my health insurance card with my group and individual numbers, I bravely dialed the toll-free number for Member Service thinking this would be a simple conversation.

Question asked and answered, right? Wrong, again.

Never mind that I called twice in an hour and a half, only to hear that there were no 'membership representatives' available due to a training session. I got "Marie" on the third try.

Ah, Marie.

I can only imagine Marie as an inexperienced young woman whose defense against her own sense of incompetence was to project it on to others. Attitude? Our Marie had tons of it.

I carefully explained my situation to Marie who was having difficulty getting her computer to respond quickly enough. "The system has been slow all day," she said from behind teeth that were obviously clenched.

Everything she said was prefaced by, "Let me see what it says here . . .ah, here it is . . ."

Not exactly a boost to one's confidence, you know?

So, here's the bottom line: I didn't need authorization for the procedure BUT - (and here's the important part) - because the procedure was NOT being done in hospital AND because I didn't have a referral on file, it would be assigned "out of network status."

"Oh," I asked, innocently enough, "what does that mean?"

Ready? Well, if it were IN NETWORK (i.e., if I had had a referral from my primary care physician), I would be responsible for a $200 deductible, which I had already met, this being October and all.

BUT, since it was OUT OF NETWORK (i.e, because I didn't have a referral from my primary care physician), I would be responsible for a $500 deductible (which I hadn't met because I had never gone out of network all year), PLUS 30% of the total cost of the procedure.

"Wait, WHAT?" I asked incredulously. "Why do I need a referral? I've been seeing this guy for 6 years? It's not like he's new."

"Well, let me see what it says here . . . .ah, here it is . . . you are required to have a referral on file once a year. So, since you don't have one, you'll be responsible for the $500 plus 30% of the total cost of the procedure."

"Wait, wait, wait," I said, "So, if I call my primary care physician today and have someone in his office enter it into the system (their offices are in the same building), and we get it to you tomorrow, I will have no out of pocket costs, right?"

"Well, let me see what it says here . . . .ah, here it is . . .yes, that's right."

"So," I asked, trying to stay calm, "why did it say 'no authorization required' when it should have said, 'referral required'"?

"Well," said Our Marie, full of attitude, "it's a requirement of your policy. It's YOUR responsibility to read your policy and comply with it."

I took a deep breath and decided not to say, "Listen you little snot . . .," but rather, "Yes, I understand my responsibility, but you know, I don't have it in front of me on a computer screen. And, when I checked my manual, there wasn't anything that said anything like that."

"Well," she said, "the manual is updated online and it's YOUR responsibility to check the updates." (I can't effectively communicate the attitude with which this was said.)

Her 'tone' reminded me of my third grade teacher, Mrs. Muggleton, who, I trust, has now worked her way out of a few years of purgatory for her sins and rests in Light Eternal. No one could shame and blame like Mrs. Muggleton. Except, of course, for Our Ms. Marie.

I cleared my throat and said, "And, how exactly is it that I would know that the manual has been updated? I mean, I'm not aware of having gotten any notices in the mail or via email that there had been such a significant policy change."

Again, she said, "Well, it's still YOUR responsibility to check before having any procedure done."

"Okay," I said, "aside from the fact that I was obviously remiss and no doubt irresponsible in reading my policy manual, may I still ask you a question?"

"Sure," she said, smug and secure in her superiority.

"You are in member services, right?"

"Yes," she said. I could see her polishing her name tag.

"So, how does this serve me, the member?"

"Excuse me?" she asked. I could imagine her scrolling furiously to find the category for this question in her online 'membership' manual.

"I mean," I said, "if the response to my doctor's office had been 'referral necessary' instead of 'no authorization required', I would have been able to make a single phone call, get the referral, and it would have saved me, perhaps, thousands of dollars."

And she said - I kid you not - ""Well, let me see what it says here . . . . (scrolling, scrolling, scrolling) . .ah, here it is . . .(reading, reading, reading) yes, that's right."

"So, my question again is: How does this serve me, the member?"

I had thrown her another curve ball. Our Marie was NOT pleased. "Excuse me?" she asked, in a mixture of confusion and indignation.

"Let me break it down for you," I said, my last, poor tired nerve having been pulled. "Whether I get the referral or not, the insurance company gets paid and so does the doctor. Right?"

"Right," she said with a tone of caution.

"So, bottom line, the one who ends up paying more is me. The member. The one you are serving. Right?"

Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling.

"Well," she said, "it's YOUR responsibility to get the referral."

"I accept that," I said, now through my own grit teeth. Sheesh! "But how would I have known that was necessary from 'no authorization required'?"

"Well, let me see what it says here . . . ."

"Wait! Stop!" I said, finally and completely exasperated, "I know, I know. It's MY responsibility. But, YOUR responsibility is SERVICE. To MEMBERS. That would be ME. MOI. How does 'no authorization required' serve ME - the MEMBER - if I end up paying out of pocket when I don't need to? When all I have to do is make one phone call for a bloody referral?"

Believe it or not, it went down from there. I asked to speak to her supervisor. She said one was not available.

I asked to file a complaint. She said she'd put a form in the mail. When I asked her when I would get it, she said, "in about 30 days."

I asked if there was a complaint form available online. She said there was. I asked her for the link. She said she didn't have it. I said I would look for it myself.

Then Our Marie had the unmitigated gall to ask, cheerily, if there was anything else she could help me with today.

I hung up on her. I know that was rude, but I feared what might come out of my mouth would be something quite surpassing rude.

I went online. I filled in a complaint form. Someone called me this morning. A lovely young woman who not only got it immediately but was greatly distressed by my story and promised to get back to me with a response before the end of the business day.

Meanwhile, I called my primary physician's office. Sure, they said. No problem. We'll send a referral downstairs to your specialist's office. It should all be taken care of, but do check in again on Friday with your insurance company. Just to be sure.

Her supervisor called me this afternoon. Nice young man. Knowledgeable. Competent. He and I talked. He never once referred to a computer screen, even though it was clear he was checking for information about my policy and what was covered and what was not.

He assured me that all I needed to do was get the referral. Promised to call me as soon as my doctor sent it over to them.

He not only understood the problem and acted on it, he also promised to:

1. Request an adaptation of the form from the IT department so that it could distinguish, 'referral needed' vs. 'no authorization required.'

2. Make sure the online and print policy manual had the stipulation of an annual referral from one's primary care physician to a specialist written in bold and obvious to the 'member'.

3. Contact me once those changes had been made.

Sweet Baby Jesus and all the angels that rock Him to sleep at night!

If a body doesn't need health care before dealing with insurance companies, you surely need one AFTER.

I'm convinced that it's not Health Care, per se, that needs to be 'reformed'. It's the Health Insurance Industry, who are, essentially, practicing medicine without a license.

I'm going to make another phone call to all involved parties on Friday, just to make certain that all the 't's' are crossed and the 'i's' dotted, get the approval codes from the insurance company and write them down in my calendar so I can bring them with me when I have the surgery next week.

And, I'm going to pray for Marie. I suspect, unless she learns to reign in that attitude, she'll soon be out of a job.

I'll feel bad about that, but you know, ultimately, it's HER responsibility.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

I believe we'll have us a little church tonight


Tough, long day in the fields of the Lord today.

I do believe I'll let Lyle Lovett have the last word.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Your Morning Dose of Def-Poetry Jam


Whether you need it or not.

A powerful message we all need to hear.

Poetry - especially honest, transparent poetry like this from authentic places in the deep recesses of the soul - can change the world.

One mind, one heart, one body at a time.

Take 2 minutes and 35 seconds of your time and check it out.

Monday, October 05, 2009

Why Am I a Feminist?

Note: I grew up as a Christian on the magazine 'Daughters of Sarah'.

It was the feminine voice of one crying in the wilderness of Christian Patriarchy.

It was the sound of Ruach, the mighty breath of God that swirled over the chaos of creation, bringing forth new life.

It was the music of hope, the dream of possibility, the balm of Women in Gilead.

I found this poem tucked away in the study bible I used while I was in seminary.

I reprint it here with great delight. Somehow, it speaks to me even more strongly than it did in 1985.

Please note: Being a Christian feminist is not restricted by one's gender.

Why Am I a Feminist?
Juanita Wright Potter.

'Daughters of Sarah', March/April 1985. Juanita Wright Potter lives and reads in Chicago. She served on 'Daughters of Sarah's' editorial board from 1984 to 1992 as well as the executive board.
Why am I a feminist?
Because I am a woman
and because I enjoy being a woman
as a result of the hard work of feminists before me
Feminists of the past enabled me
to get a good education
to vote
to have a voice in the assembly halls of my community
my state, my nation
to be able to work and earn my living
to no longer be considered as property
to know women who are scientists and artists
lawyers and doctors, diplomats and professors.
My grandmothers couldn't.

Why am I a feminist?
Because I join hands and work with women and men today who
dream of the day when women will be able
to be paid equal pay for equal work
to be included in the Constitution of the United States
(not just Amendment XIX)
to be given an equal voice in our churches, our schools,
and our homes
to no longer be expected to do all the serving
and only the serving
to be allowed to follow God's call
even when that call is to speak, to teach, to lead.

Why am I a feminist?
Because I join with women and men of the past, of today, and of
the future who dream of the day when all people will be able
to live lives free from poverty
free from violence
free from hatred
free from despair and fear
to know what it is like to live
with peace and compassion
instead of war and domination
with love and joy
instead of anger and dismay.

I have a full, happy life.
But the majority of people in the world do not.
I am a Christian feminist because I want to keep passing on
the rich, bountiful gifts that have been given to me
by God and by those who have faithfully lived out the
Good News.

I am a Christian feminist because the organized church
has carelessly thrust women
into soul-bending, spirit-crushing, ungodly mold
that makes it nigh impossible
to dream the dreams and see the visions
that God has for us all.

I dream and work for the day
when saying I'm a Christian
will say it all.

But until then,
I am a Christian feminist.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Committed Christians Should Be Committed

“Mark 10:2-16 (XVIII Pentecost)
The First Sunday of the Season of Creation – October 4, 2009 – The Episcopal Church of St. Paul
(the Rev’d Dr.) Elizabeth Kaeton, rector and pastor

I went to seminary in the “bumper sticker capitol of the world” – Cambridge, MA – where every self-respecting car owner had at least five bumper stickers on their car – and that was just the rear bumper. I think I’ve shown considerable restraint with my new car, don’t you?

I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said, “Committed Christians Should Be Committed.” They meant, of course, that Christians who consider themselves “committed” – usually because they have been “born again” and “have accepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior” or use other such ‘code’ language – ought to be ‘committed’ to a psychiatric facility.

And there are days when I might agree with them.

One of our daughters once gave me a couple of bumper stickers, one of which said, “Sorry I Missed Church On Sunday, Mom. I Was At A Pagan Wicca Ritual Attended By Hundreds of Naked Women.”

That one wasn’t so much meant for my car, as it was to bust my chops. It did. The other one said, “I Love Jesus – Its His Friends I Can’t Stand.” That one went on my car.

One of the reasons some followers of Jesus can’t stand those who call themselves “True Believers” or “Committed Christians” is scriptural passages like this from Mark’s Gospel. Some of the Pharisees came to Jesus and asked, “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife.”

And, Jesus couldn’t be clearer in his response. The short answer is Nix. Nein. Heck No. Never. Under any circumstances. Ever. Period. End of sentence.

But, but, but . . . the Pharisees said, Moses allowed a man to write a certificate of dismissal and to divorce her. Indeed, some tribes allowed women and men to divorce by saying it three times.

Again, Jesus couldn’t be clearer. Moses was soft on you. He was wrong. What God has joined together, let no one separate.

Furthermore, says Jesus, whoever divorces his wife and marries another commits adultery against her, and if she divorces her husband and marries another, she commits adultery.

Well, there it is, then. Clear as day. No question about it. The answer to the question of divorce is a resounding, unequivocal “No.”

It is fascinating, when it isn’t disgusting to me, that the very Christians who take scripture literally – every sentence, word, comma and period – are the same ones to look away when ‘indiscretions’ happen to them.

Like a certain “family values” governor from South Carolina who had an affair with a South American woman he called his “soul mate” – while his wife and four children sat by thinking he was on a hiking trip.

Or a certain televangelist preacher who confessed his indiscretions on national television, his face streaming with tears of repentance and asking forgiveness – until he was caught a few weeks later with yet another Lady of the Night.

There are many, many more examples of hypocrisy but I’ll stop there. The bumper sticker “Committed Christians Should Be Committed” seems to make a great deal of sense, doesn’t it?

Except – I want to turn that saying on its head. Change the emphasis just a bit so you’ll hear it another way – a way that is meant for us all.

“Committed Christians Should Be Committed.” If we say we are committed, then we should be committed. Get it? Being a Christian is all about commitment.

No, this is not a case for scriptural literalism or biblical fundamentalism. I’m not going to mount an argument for or against the Episcopal Church’s position on divorce based on this scripture.

I’m happy to teach a class on that topic, if you want, but this sermon is not about divorce. This is a sermon about commitment.

Today is the launch of Creation Season in this community. It’s become a tradition based on the investment and commitment made by the previous rector and this congregation to ecological justice.

The banners on the wall depict the biblical story of Creation – from the “Big Bang” to the destruction and pollution of Creation. Mother Earth awaits our commitment to restore her to the goodness of Creation.

If it’s Creation Season, it must be the start of the Stewardship Campaign. In this church, Stewardship is as much about the way we care for the Earth and each other in community as it is about the dollars and cents it costs to do that – to be good stewards of all that we have by returning a tithe, a tenth, or some proportion of all that we have been given from God, to God, through the Church. Specifically, the Episcopal Church of St. Paul.

The theme of this year’s Stewardship Campaign is “Commitment.” If I could have made a bumper sticker for this event it would have been the one I’ve been talking about. “Committed Christians Should Be Committed.”

For me, stewardship is all about the commitments we make. It’s what we do with what we have after we’ve said ‘I believe.’ It’s how we live our lives, the choices we make about what we say we believe about what our faith teaches us that reveals who we really are.

One of the most powerful lines in the Harry Potter series is spoken by Professor Dumbledore at the end of the first book: “It’s our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are far more than our abilities.”

It’s been said that one measure of our values is our check register. It reveals our choices and our abilities, but what does your check register reveal about you? About how you put your faith, your beliefs, into action? What does it reveal about your commitments – what you are willing to pay for what you say you believe?

I think that’s what Jesus was getting at when he was talking about divorce. It’s not just about marriage for the sake of marriage. It’s about the commitment we make in marriage which Jesus wants us to take seriously – deliberately – intentionally.

At the end of this month, I’m co-officiating at the Interfaith Wedding of a young woman I’ve known since she was aged nine. The young couple has decided to participate in the ancient Jewish marriage custom of signing a Ketubah – a spiritual marriage contract.

Their Ketubah, written in Hebrew, translates: "I am my beloved and my beloved is mine. No man without woman and no woman without man, and neither without their faith."

Our relationship with each other, our membership in this church, is like unto a marriage. Some of us are here because we genuinely like each other. Some of us even profess to love each other. And, some of us don’t like each other much at all.

I like to remind folks – especially because I sometimes need to be reminded – that Jesus never said, “Like one another.” He said, “Love one another.”

Liking someone is fine, I suppose, but it’s really not necessary in Christian community. Jesus really doesn’t give two figs whether or not you like each other – or your rector, for that matter – and neither do I.

Jesus calls us to a higher level – a more difficult level of relationship – one that requires commitment to a higher calling that goes beyond the superficiality of ‘like’ and goes to the deeper level of loving one another as Christ loved us – despite who we think we are or who we say we are or why we are members of this church.

That’s not easy to do. In fact, it’s hard work. It’s often easier to just stay home. To allow our children’s sports schedules or other social commitments to keep us from making the commitment to attend church every week and work out our relationships with people we’re not overly fond of or even like very much.

Jesus says that’s not what’s important. Look deeper. Beyond the superficial. Under the surface. Indeed, look at the whole of creation and the reason God put you on this earth in the first place.

Look at all that God has done for you – the commitment God has made for you in Christ Jesus – and then ask yourself how it is you demonstrate your gratitude. What are your commitments to God? How are they made manifest in your life?

One other bumper sticker given to me by one of our daughters was this: “Going to church will make you a Christian as much as going to the garage will make you a car.”

She meant that to be funny. It is. And, it’s true.

Just showing up here in church on a regular basis will not make you a Christian. Commitment to living out the teachings of Christ Jesus will.

Because “Committed Christians Should Be Committed.”

Amen.

Domestic Violence

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. What is your church or community doing to raise awareness of domestic violence and provide training in prevention?

You can find resources on the National Council of Churches' website at: http://www.ncccusa.org/womensministry/index.html

To read the statement made by Speaker of the House of Representatives, Nancy Pelosi, see http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/pelosi-statement-on-domestic-violence-awareness-month-63311877.html

The website for the New Jersey Coalition for Battered Women is: http://www.njcbw.org/

The website for the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence is: http://www.ncadv.org/.

Domestic Violence hurts everyone.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Let's find 'Sheila'

It's a running joke in my congregation that I write six sermons for the one I actually preach.

This week's gospel lesson on divorce (Mark 10:2-16) provided at least seven times seventy sermons.

I've been thinking of that video that is now, I suppose "viral". It's the one where Wile E. Coyote finally gets the Road Runner.

He has dedicated his entire life to attaining this goal and, when he finally does, he falls into severe depression. His life loses meaning and purpose. He contemplates suicide.

After a terrible time, the final scene is one where he's talking with his friend, and tells him about how he pulled himself back from the abyss and finally has his life in order.

"Wow, that's great," says his friend.

In the final frame, Wile E. says to his friend, "So, if you have about 45 minutes, I'd like to tell you about the Lord Jesus Christ."

"Ah, s**t," says his friend.

It's clearly meant to make fun of Christianity - well, at least that 'brand' of Christianity which purports a particular kind of fundamental theology. The kind that trades in one addiction for an 'addiction to Jesus'.

It makes the rest of us Christians look and sound like idiots and I suppose, on some level, we deserve the ridicule.

What's fascinating to me is why this particular brand of Christianity continues to have such wide appeal to so many. I don't understand it.

At a very, very basic level, however, I think the creators of this video know something that I haven't considered. My belief in Jesus became very strong in one of the lowest moments of my life. His suffering - the betrayal, the false accusations, his death on the cross - spoke powerfully to me at a time when I was feeling similar suffering.

That's not the problem. The problem is when folks get 'stuck' there. In the shallow end of the baptismal water. We seem to focus on the problems of others - of 'saving' others - rather than continue to work on the path of our own salvation.

The passages from Mark on divorce are very clear. Jesus is 'just saying no' to divorce. And yet, the same people who are 'fundgelical' Christians - you know, the 'real' ones - seem to turn a blind eye to these passages from the lips of Jesus while they focus on the Levitical passages about homosexuality.

We look like hypocrites.

Or, at the very least, well-meaning, well-intended but rather annoying losers.


Sheilaism is the name of a personal religion, invented by a woman named Sheila Larson. Her description of her faith in Robert Bellah's 1985 Habits of the Heart made her, and her religion, emblems of a particularly American mode of belief.

From p. 221 of Habits of the Heart:
"Sheila Larson is a young nurse who has received a good deal of therapy and describes her faith as "Sheilaism." This suggests the logical possibility of more than 235 million American religions, one for each of us. "I believe in God," Sheila says. "I am not a religious fanatic. [Notice at once that in our culture any strong statement of belief seems to imply fanaticism so you have to offset that.] I can't remember the last time I went to church. My faith has carried me a long way. It's Sheilaism. Just my own little voice." Sheila's faith has some tenets beyond belief in God, though not many. In defining what she calls "my own Sheilaism," she said: "It's just try to love yourself and be gentle with yourself. You know, I guess, take care of each other. I think God would want us to take care of each other." Like many others, Sheila would be willing to endorse few more specific points."
These seem to be the markers of the boundaries of religious and spiritual landscape:

At one end, there's "Your brain on God." At the other is Timothy Leary's "Your Brain IS God. It's 'thou shalt not' or 'I am the Walrus, Goo Goo gajoob."

And, in the vast middle is "Sheilaism."

I think The Episcopal Church has got an awful lot to say to the 'Sheilas' in the world. We do try to encourage people to "just try to love yourself and be gentle with yourself" and understand that "God would want us to take care of each other."

That's not a bad place to start. I think what The Episcopal Church does is to offer people viable, and, in fact, exciting alternatives to taking the next step and putting those beliefs into action through mission and ministry.

We have to stop priding ourselves on being "the best kept secret in Western Christendom." Let's find Sheila . . . and, Sam . . . and tell them about The Episcopal Church.

Who knows? In trying to impact the habits of the hearts of others, we just may find transformation in the habits of the heart of our church - and, our own hearts.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Take four. . .


. . . minutes to enjoy this great refresher on Church History.

Twenty-one centuries in four minutes - and written to a great Billy Joel song.

Fantastic!

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Oh, what to wear? (No, seriously)


So, at the end of the month, I'm privileged and more than pleased to be co-officiant at the Interfaith Wedding of the daughter of an old and dear friend.

I've known this child since she was nine years old and I am deeply honored to have been asked to do their premarital counseling and act as co-officiant at her wedding to a very fine Jewish boy. Well, Peruvian Jew. It's a long, fascinating story.

Both prospective bride and groom are nominally religious. The wedding is taking place in a very 'swankified' club the next town over. This is a Very Expensive Wedding. No joke. We're talking Big Bucks.

Both prospective bride and groom are very clear that they are having a 'religious' ceremony for their parents.

The prospective bride was adamant that I be part of her wedding day - did I mention that I've known her since she was nine years old (Impossible!!) - but that my involvement is more about our relationship than any religious preference or denominational affiliation.

Oh, they both believe in God, and think Jesus was a pretty cool Rabbi, but . . . . religion? . . . .Well, they just aren't too sure.

"Christians can be so mean," she said.

"Religious Jews can be so impossible," he said.

I appreciate their honesty.

So, after a Very Long, Hard Search for a Rabbi, they finally found a "Rent-A-Rabbi" online. He's of the Reform Tradition. He charges a whole whack of money - almost triple the usual and customary fee for Christian clergy.

He knows a market share when he sees one. Apparently, not only do most Rabbis discourage interfaith marriage - especially when the boy is Jew and the girl is Christian - they scowl at the ones who do officiate at such events. Assimilation is a Very Hot Issue here in the North East Corridor.

I get it. I do. I also suspect that the high fees are also meant to be discouraging. Ya gotta Really, Really want to make your girlfriend a shiksa, ya know?

The Rabbi is a real character. When they FINALLY met with him (he gave them exactly 45 minutes of his time), he handed them a bunch of Xeroxed papers with some Jewish prayers and an outline of how he runs an Interfaith Wedding.

The Service Outline ran down the middle of the paper. On the top of the page there is a column with "Rabbi" on the left and "Priest/Pastor/Minister" on the right. As he reviewed the outline of the service, he made check marks as to who was doing what.

He asked, "The priest is not going to do a homily, is she?" "Yes," said the prospective bride. "Oye," said the Rabbi. "What?" said the prospective groom. "Are you having lamb chops?" asked the Rabbi. "Well, yes," said the startled prospective groom, "Why?" "Well," said the Rabbi, "I love lamb chops and the longer she talks, the longer I have to wait for the lamb chops."

Like I said, a real character.

Oh, we're doing a Chuppah and a Ketubah, blessing the wine and breaking the glass. The bride absolutely refused to do the Sheva Brachot with her going around in a circle seven time.

I think the prayers are lovely, so I've adapted them so we're both doing them. The Rabbi and me. It's very cool. Even he says so himself. But, no body is moving anywhere when we say the blessing prayers.

The one reading in the service is from I Corinthians 13:1-13. A cousin of the bride is reading that. The couple also absolutely refuses to do the "Unity Candle". "Tacky," said the groom. A man of very good taste. His mother is very upset. He also nixed the playing of "Sunrise Sunset" during the wedding ceremony.

His mother cried. "But she can have the Ave Maria." He stood firm. "The Rabbi said the ceremony can only take 30 minutes. If we add music, we can't do the other blessings. "Oh," she said, "If the Rabbi said . . . ."

The Ketubah says this: "Ani L'Dodi V'Dodi Li" which translates: "I am my beloved and my beloved is mine. No man without woman and no woman without man, and neither without their faith."

"Faith," the couple emphasized to me, "Not religion."

Everything seems to be in place. We've agreed on an order of service that is different from the original order first proposed by the Rabbi. There's more sharing of the service between us. Less "Now the Rabbi speaks, then the Priest speaks."

It's going to be lovely, I think.

So, this is where you come in. Here's my question: What to wear?

No. Seriously. Very, very seriously.

The Rabbi is going to wear a business suit, his Kippah and his Tallit.

It's different not only because I'm Christian and he's Jew but because he's man and I'm woman. He automatically has cache because he's a man. I don't have that automatic cache.

I'm torn. Do I just wear a suit, clergy shirt and stole, or do I wear a cassock, surplice, tippit and academic hood - and then change, of course, after the ceremony?

Is the suit, clergy shirt and stole too understated or is the cassock, surplice, tippit and hood too much?

Remember: We're going to be standing under the Chuppah, doing almost all the prayers in Hebrew (him) and English (me), signing the Ketubah, blessing the wine and smashing the glass. It's mostly a Jewish service in which the Rabbi is graciously allowing me to participate.

There are, of course, no crosses allowed - not even during the benediction - and I'm not allowed to say "Jesus."

When I told them that during the Sheva Brachot, I'll be wrapping their hands together in my tippit, the prospective groom jokingly asked, "I won't go up in flames, will I?"

Cute kid.

So, I'm feeling a need to go a bit more "official," but maybe that's just my needs.

The prospective bride and groom have left the decision to me. So, I'm asking you: What to wear?

Thanks for your help. Seriously. It means a lot to me. Thanks in advance.

Oh, and by the way, just so you know: I won't be wearing what the woman is wearing in the picture above. It's just not me.