"The Childe...More restless than the swallow in the skies..." -Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

Friday, November 29, 2013

When the Lights Went Out

I submit that this grouping of burnt-out lights is no coincidence.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Salient Pessimism 4

Yesterday, we commemorated the death of a good man who envisioned an ambitious near-future of human spaceflight. Yet I--as have others--kept thinking about the person who may have played the single most consequential role in sending Americans to the moon in 1969.

I kept thinking about Lee Harvey Oswald.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Thoughts on 'A Gay Christian's Pilgrimage'

Does Jesus Really Love Me?: A Gay Christian's Pilgrimage in Search of God in AmericaDoes Jesus Really Love Me?: A Gay Christian's Pilgrimage in Search of God in America by Jeff Chu
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

When author Jeff Chu finished speaking about his new book, I raised my hand and made the following request: "I'm curious to hear you describe your relationship with the Bible." This tends to be the first question I want to ask anyone who identifies as both homosexual and Christian. Perhaps, in terms of a person's walk with God, it is not the most important issue. Still, as a former Mormon Christian and a devout agnostic, it's the most pressing question in my mind. My decision to commit to an agnostic lifestyle was directly precipitated a few years ago when I sought to re-read the Bible.

Mr. Chu responded to my request with a wonderfully thoughtful answer, reflecting the keen observations and nuanced analysis readers will find in his book, Does Jesus Really Love Me? Jeff said he has a great respect for the Bible. (So do I.) He said he loved the poetry of the King James Version. (Preach it!) Then he spoke of the difficulties of conveying meaning, especially filtered through translation. (Hallelujah, Brother!) He astutely described how even with contemporary writing people often miss the point, sometimes willfully misreading text. (Amen!)

However, as Jeff wrapped up his response to me, I gathered that he is less willing than I am to take a clear stand on the Bible's various injunctions regarding sexual morality. (For the record, I am wholeheartedly in favor of legalizing gay marriage.) Yet, Jeff never came around to saying what I believe--that whole sections of the Bible are horrifically archaic by any reasonable interpretation, and in consequence it is irresponsible to patronize politically active organizations that persist in marketing the anthology as inerrant. Shucks! I was hoping he had the same opinion I do. Nevertheless, I bought Jeff's book and had him sign it.

"Dear Jake, God Bless You!" reads his personalized autograph on the title page. Thank you, Jeff.

Does Jesus Really Love Me has a great deal of depth with regard to unpacking the larger issues and comparing the various factions Jeff encountered on his "pilgrimage". This is a work of non-fiction, but there is a story arc built in around two people: 1) the author; and 2) a closeted homosexual in Nevada called Gideon. Over the course of the book, I came to see organized Christianity as the well-intentioned antagonist. The tension plays out between individuals and the collective. Most of the time the focus is on relationships, not theology.

The longer I live as an agnostic, the harder time I have sympathizing with people of faith, especially people who persist in practicing religions that oppose their lifestyle. I sometimes forget that many homosexuals are motivated by a genuine Christian spirituality. They have felt the burning in the bosom; they have heard the “still small voice” after praying about Jesus. This book gives them a greater voice.

Yet, Does Jesus Really Love Me is not a one-sided analysis. The stories and heartfelt perspectives of fundamentalist Christians are also examined. There are several fascinating passages rendered as oral histories, where the interviewee speaks at length and uninterrupted. These include a passage of reflection by disgraced pastor Ted Haggard. This diversity of perspectives should ensure that any reader, me a prime example, will find himself alternately validated and challenged in his current opinions.

Jeff's book does have one key limitation--a point on which it opts for exclusivity instead of inclusiveness. He limits his pilgrimage to Protestantism. The question of if Protestantism is the sole synonym for authentic Christianity is one I won't debate here. Through personal study and frequent debates during my Mormon mission, I came to appreciate the theological distinctions whereby Protestants often claim they alone are authentic Christians. However, this denominational focus does mean that people coming from other versions of Christianity will find their traditions neglected by Jeff's tome.

That is arguably a minor criticism though. There are so many gems of humanity in Does Jesus Really Love Me? The insights are keen and affecting. Take this one from Episcopal bishop Mary Glasspool, after realizing her sexual status had become a newspaper headline:

"I feel like only one aspect of the complexity of the person I am is being singled out."

In a world with an Internet, where we repeatedly post our beliefs in an attempt to drown out dissent, Jeff's book has the potential to be an antidote. You cannot read it fairly without setting aside your assumptions and giving your full attention to people with different perspectives. For that reason in particular, I highly recommend reading Does Jesus Really Love Me?

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Saturday, November 9, 2013

Joining the Chorus of Well-Wishers

I am thinking of this short young blond girl--and I mean short, about up to my waist. Around 10 years ago she stood next to her mom on the front door of a suburban Utah home. They formed a barricade as I stood sheepishly on the porch.

The mom looked down at the little girl and said, "This is Jake. He wants to take your older sister out on a date. Do you have any questions for him?" The little girl, who like everyone else in the house must have known I had no chance with her older sister, shrugged and scurried off in search of her twin. The little twins, their older sister who wisely passed me over, their brothers, their mother and father, became one of my favorite families.

They never judged me for being a foolish brooding bachelor. They offered true friendship and hospitality. In fact the women of the family, including those little twins, let me tag along to an Avril Lavigne concert in Salt Lake City. That's right, I went to an Avril Lavigne concert. And I went with not one, but four classy gals from one of my favorite families.

That was around 10 years ago. The little twin girls are now young women. And one of them is in the Philippines. The damn typhoon went right over the top of her and the people she is working with there. That's right, Mother Nature. I just swore at you.

As I watch for more updates, I do the only paltry thing many of us can ever do. I hop on the Red Cross website and make a donation for Disaster Relief. I hope you will too, good reader. Today, like every day of the year, is a good time to support humanitarian aid.


A Facebook post from the mother confirms she is "safe"; however, as the post also pointed out, others remain unaccounted for. Support for relief efforts remains critical.