Monday, July 27, 2009

Psalm 19 and the failed promise

One of my favorite “isms” in recent years has to do with Psalm 19. In case you don’t have it memorized or your Bible open in front of you next to the computer screen, here’s the excerpt (from the KJV):


Verse 7: The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul:
the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.
Verse 8: The statutes of the LORD are right,
rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes.

I’d like to believe that the testimony of the LORD makes wise the simple. But my encounters with conservative Adventism and the Christian right more broadly, tend to provide evidence to the contrary. Far too often reading one’s Bible seems to become the easy substitute for actually thinking about things. Layering cultural interpretation, couched in moralistic language, on top of poorly interpreted scripture too frequently drives opinion in popular protestant culture – popular opinion that is frequently so illogical only someone truly wanting to avoid thinking could hold that opinion.

Today’s examples come from two different online articles:

1) In this unbelievably inflammatory article , one Laurie Higgins of the Illinois Family Institute directly compare today’s Lesbian/Gaye/Bisexual/Transexual (LGBT) in the United States to 1940’s Nazism in Europe. And she calls on the modern Church to respond to the LGBT movement in the way that it should have responded to the Nazi movement.

I won’t debate a perspective on LGBT here. But I will say that I find Ms. Higgins’ article and perspective so completely repugnant on so many levels that it’s hard to know where to begin taking it apart. Personally I think that comparing any modern movement to Nazism is socially irresponsible. Especially for someone with her kind of “voice” in the community of American Christians: this article is a thinly-veiled “call to arms” against a group of people who pose no real threat whatsoever to anyone. That is, unless she’s prepared to argue that LGBTs have some kind of global domination agenda which somehow involves the systematic and well-documented deaths of over 2 million members of some minority that they don’t like. And that, then, begs the question: If LGBTs are the Nazis, then who in Ms. Higgins’ analogy, would be the Jews?

Her article is beyond vengeful (so much for ‘compassionate conservatives’). And also plain illogical. I’m offended and morally outraged to think that this hateful person has the same voice in government (a vote every four years) that I do.

2) Almost comic relief by comparison, in this article in Christianity Today writer Dinesh D’Souza essentially calls on conservative Christians to band together with Muslims to fight their common enemy: Liberalism. The very last paragraph of the article in it’s entirety:


Finally, mainstream Christians are well situated not only to understand Muslim sensibilities, but also to work with the followers of Islam in combating the excesses of Liberalism 2. After all, Muslims' concerns about some of the excesses of American culture are widely shared among Christians. And, through our efforts at evangelism and dialogue, as well as pressuring our government to use diplomacy and media, we should highlight Christian values and traditional moral values around the world, especially in the Muslim world. In doing so, we can share the gospel while promoting mutual understanding, weakening Islamic terrorism, and making our own society safer.

Oh, well, we wouldn’t want any Liberalism in America, now would we? Heaven forbid. And as much as I do strongly feel that there needs to be more understanding between America and the Islamic world, I also cannot help but enjoy the juxtaposition of these two articles. The Christian movement in America is seriously on the run if they’re now to the point of suggesting that LGBT is like Nazism and we should band with Muslims to fight it.

And more to the point for the overall purposes of this post – my Ps. 19 “ism”: in both cases, the testimony of the LORD has utterly failed to make wise the simple…

Sometime the implied promise of Psalm 19 just doesn’t come true.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Adventist Version

Don’t you love the way we seem to have the Adventist version of things? In an attempt to be hermitically, insularly in-the-world-but-not-of-the-world, it seems, we’ve created our own versions of worldly things. Some of my personal favorites:

Language. Not so obvious to some, but Adventists very clearly have their own language. The meaning of statements like, “We must guard the edges…”, or, “our ingathering goal for this year is $6,000”, will not be immediately apparent to a non-insider.

Food. Ever been to an Adventist potluck? Ask a non-Adventist acquaintance if he/she has ever had cottage cheese loaf. Or explain to a non-Adventist Chamomile tea is okay, but green tea isn’t. And all the endless varieties of meatless products out there – not specifically Seventh-day Adventist (although some are) – but jammed into Adventist fridges and pantries despite being loaded with sodium, fat and plain chemicals.

Schools. Couldn’t be more obvious. Even where local public schools are of excellent quality and Adventist schools are of questionable quality, Adventists will go to great expense and sacrifice to send their kids to the Adventist school.

Music. Thanks to Chapel Records we have our own bands. The Heritage Singers, Take 3, Take Six. Thanks to the Amanecer Vocal Group (smooth name), Adventists even have their own version of “Il Divo.”

Books. We’ve got at least two publishing houses, just in North America, and so there’s really no need to read anything by non-Adventist authors. One of the publishing houses even puts out a periodical – the Adventist Review – with up-to-date analyses of pressing social and political issues.

Popular Culture. Thanks in large part to Seventh-day Adventist boarding academys, there is a vibrant SDA pop culture, replete with equivalents to dancing (praise & worship or a “Grand March”, depending on your generational affiliation) and proms (banquets).

But times are changing and I’m finding myself unsatisfied with the current array of “Adventist-specific” options. If the church wants to stay relevant, they should at least consider the following:

An Adventist Rap group. Not talking about watered-down, tight harmony, gooey balladeering R&B, here (‘cause we have all that already). I want to see a couple of bling-wearing brothers with ripped abs and shiny grilles bustin’ some rhymes about, say, the state of the dead, or the spirit of prophecy. Instead of "Jay-Z", there could be "J-C"; instead of "50-cent", we could have "10%"…

And on the subject of music…

An Adventist Hard Rock or Heavy Metal Band. Just to round things out. Don’t need another folksy, coffee-shopy, MTV Unplugged sounding pop band. I’m talking about full-on rock ‘n’ roll. An Adventist AC/DC… some short dude in short pants and an Academy T-shirt ripping on a Gibson SG, while a lead singer with tattoos and a screamy/raspy voice shares his innermost thoughts on King David & Bathsheba. Instead of AC/DC, the band could be called “BC/AD.”

Adventist Romance Novels. I mean, c’mon. Let’s get with the times here: All those moms who homeschool (‘cause the local SDA school “isn’t spiritual enough”) need some kind of release. And what would say “impassioned restraint” like the story of a virtuous woman swept off her feet (in all the appropriate ways) by devout (and buff) colporter?

Adventist lingerie. A friend suggested this one. I’m not entirely clear on what this would look like, but okay… Instead of “Victoria’s Secret” we could have “Hyveth’s Calling.”

Adventist TV shows. I mean, does 3ABN really have enough programming to fill all of prime-time? I think not. They should consider adding at least the following:
  • Abstinence in the City. Follow the lives of four, young Adventist women as they balance the demands of work and love in a place, like, say, Walla-walla, WA.
  • Adventist Idol. The name might be problematic for some, I know… but I’m not talking about real idolatry. Basically a singing context show. Contestants would choose from week to week from categories like “Praise & Worship”, “Camp Classics”, “Academy Afterglow”, “Hymns”, etc. Viewers vote to send one contestant home each week. The one left at the end would get a recording contract with Chapel Records. Sam Ocampo, Max Mace and Donna Klein could be the judges.
  • Time of Trouble. An Adventist version of “Survivor.” Contestants would basically survive in a remote, rocky & mountainous environment for several weeks, while competing in a series of mental and physical challenges to do with evading capture and remaining steadfast in the face of emotional pressure to violate one’s principles.
  • An Adventist version of the C.S.I. franchises... someone help me out here.

UPDATE, JULY 24: My wife reminded me that I was going to include...

Adventist Movies (not to be shown in Cinemas, of course...). Some illustrative titles:
  • Academy Musical. (no dancing)
  • Apocalypse Now. (not about Cambodia)
  • post-futuristic series like "The Terminator" or "Mad Max" are all loaded with "end-times" themed remake possibilities.


I’m sure there must be others… I'll add to this post later.

In the meantime, I’d love to hear your suggestions…

About this blog: "Gin & Tonic For The Soul" remastered

Long overdue, here is a post about this blog. Also, I'm changing the name of the blog.

Several years ago, in a fit of jetlag-induced fatigue and general depression from trying to make sense of the General Conference’s “Missionary Relocation Policy” I started writing a ranting book about Seventh-day Adventist culture. My original idea was to sort of mock the concept of “Chicken Soup for the Soul” by writing an Adventism-specific antithesis to that annoyingly cheerful and maddeningly heartwarming series of books spun off of that original title. I pictured a tome that would eventually be known as the evil mirror image of Andy Nash’s Growing Up Adventist, he analogous to the virtuous Beatles, myself analogous to the rebellious Rolling Stones (on second thought, he as Bobby Vinton, me as Metallica is probably more apt). I’d provide a cynical, realist’s-eye-view alternative both to all the affirming, nonsensical fluff as well as the incessant, clueless hand-wringing about “young people” leaving the church that Adventist-owned publishers seemed bent on churning out.

The very first post on this blog, “Gin & Tonic for the Soul” was meant as the introductory chapter to that book.

Then I left church work (ADRA work, to be specific), took a new job, and moved to another place. With time and space between us my frustration with the Church structure diminished, and my book languished. But then, as a layperson, to a large extent emotionally divested from the structural and institutional politics and drama (and also able to buy wine in the supermarket, not pay tithe, etc. without fear of reprisals in the workplace), I found that I was still frustrated. Frustrated socially and culturally.

Then broadband internet became ubiquitous and I discovered blogging. Suddenly, I was free of the need to meet deadlines, deal with publishers or editors, and stay on topic. And I was also free to say what I’d always wanted to.

This blog is the online (and totally free) version of that original book.

Subject to Change Without Notice: I almost named the blog “Gin & Tonic For the Soul” from the start, but in the end went with “Subject to Change…” At the time it seemed to better describe where I am with Adventism. Which is to say that my relationship with Adventism and Adventist culture changes almost daily. Some days I cannot stand it for even one more minute. Some days I’m just indifferent. Some days it’s love-hate. Some days I discard the theology but to my great annoyance cannot totally leave the culture behind.

With the publishing of this post, I rename this blog “Gin & Tonic For the Soul”, realizing full well that this alone will place me squarely into the “he whose name shall never be spoken” category for many. While my Christian and also uniquely Seventh-day Adventist walk (to the extent that I continue the Adventist walk at all), remain effectively subject to change without notice, maintaining this blog is as much catharsis for me as anything else – like a nice gin & tonic at the end of a long day. Although it may be hard to believe based on what I say in some posts, past and future, I am not antagonistic towards Adventism. It is not my intention to mock or belittle it or those who remain fervent followers.

That said, I am not totally without an agenda either. I am sharing all of this because as I talk to my age-peer Seventh-day Adventist I become increasingly convinced that there are a great many out there like me: Lukewarm, apathetic, not buying the culture but unable – against all logic – to totally abandon it, barely buying the theology and doctrine (if at all). There is a very strong current in Adventist culture that actively discourages dissension, questioning. There is strong and severe social and cultural fallout for those who flaunt the rules and seriously question the orthodoxy. Those of us who see the world differently, but who can't quite make the break from the community are driven undergound. This blog is my personal equivalent of a secret handshake, given in hopes of identifying a fellow rebel. In some ways it is also the equivalent of a message stuck into a bottle and thrown from the shore of a desert island in the hopes that someone will find it.

I encourage you to read that original post (just click here).

For reasons alluded to in this post I blog anonymously, although some acquaintances in the system know who I am.

If this resonates with you, comment back or drop me a direct line (see previous post). I promise to appreciate, but not necessarily respond to every comment or email.

Or if what I have to say totally raises your righteous indignation and serves only to reinforce what you already assume – that people like me shouldn't be in "your" church anyway… then I guess there is some ironic bit of good in that as well. Gene Simmons was once asked how he felt about the strong backlash against KISS from the Christian right in the last 1980s. His response, “I have no problem with the Christian right… In fact, I’d love to see them all at the show tonight!” I feel the same way: check back often – I’ll do my best to provide a steady stream of material that you’ll love to hate.

But either way, many thanks for reading. Regardless of where you’re coming from, I hope that what I say here helps you think. Or at least provides a few minutes of entertainment.

Cheers!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Maintenance and also frontin'...

Dear readers,

I know you're out there. Thanks to a nifty little online application called "Google Analytics" I can tell that on average about 15-20 of you hit this site daily. I can further tell that while you're concentrated in North America, there are also a loyal few of you regularly checking in from Europe and Asia. Many thanks for that! Nothing warms a bloggers heart like knowing that he or she has a "following" of regular readers.

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Over the past week, while laying low in the wine country near a famous Adventist university, I had a number of conversations with friends and approximate age-peers who, despite having grown up Adventist, are at least as lukewarm and apathetic as I am. It underscored a number of points for me, some of which are already the inspiration for partially written future posts. One big point that I'll mention here is simply the fact that there are a lot of us out there.

Now I know that this may sound like good old Ecclesiastical vanity or perhaps the cyberspace equivalent of laying up treasure on earth... but it would mean a great deal to me if you could do two things for me:

1) Pass the URL for this site along to your Adventist friends and peers who you think feel the same or similarly.

2) Comment. Feedback. You can click the "Meditational Reflections" link on the bottom of each and every post to leave a comment specific to that post. I've enable the "anonymous" comment feature, so there's no need to include your name or email address. Even I won't be able to see where the comment is coming from if you don't include your own information. Or you can drop me a direct line at wrightjd1(at)gmail(dot)com. I'd love to hear how my posts reflect or perhaps contrast with your own experience. I'm very open to suggestions or anecdotes for future posts as well (although I do not promise to either use your ideas or give you credit... I may do both, but I just make no promises.).

Many thanks again for reading. Back to my Bible-belt demi sec. Watch for some great new posts over the next few days.

peace out.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Don't Come Around Here No More...

This is a true story:

There’s a guy that I’ve been close friends with for many years, now. He’s one of several children born to a respectable Adventist family with an illustrious history that spans several generations worth of mission service and participation in higher Adventist education. His parents are (or were) personnel of consequence in community of a well-known North American Adventist college (ahem – “University”: they added a MA in religion degree program a few years back). His siblings have all married well and now work for the Church in different capacities. Together they are the archetype of what I like to call “Adventist Aristocracy.”

Except for my friend.

By utter coincidence, around the time that we got to know each other he began to ask the wrong sorts of questions, try out the wrong sorts of things, and hang around with the wrong kind of people. The Adventist lifestyle, it seemed, wasn’t so much to his liking. And it became clear that he was not cut out for a life of serving and/or perhaps working his way up the Church hierarchy.

Over the course of years, via various ways and means, my friend ended up living in a small, hot country with a booming tourist industry. For illustrative purposes, let’s say Costa Rica. He’s still there today, and all told he’s been there over ten years. He speaks the language very well and has pretty much figured out how to get things done in that local setting, whom to keep happy and how, and whom to avoid. Like so many expats he’s married a local woman (she’s not even Christian, let alone Seventh-day Adventist), and they have two beautiful small children. Together they have open and run a series of highly successful business that cater to the foreign tourist industry, including a couple of upscale restaurants, and a trendy day-spa. Their latest venture is an already very popular nightclub that, no matter how you look at it, is a total den of iniquity, complete with flowing booze and scores of loose women nearly every night. Hip-hop artists and famous DJs from across the region travel to Costa Rica specifically to perform at the nightclub run by my friend and his wife.

Not just by his lifestyle and choice of business ventures, but also by his own frank admission my friend is no longer Adventist, and possibly not even Christian. It’s not that he has any issue or grudge against the Church. He was never abused by a Church authority figure as a child, nor was he ever cheated out of something owed to him by the Church as an adult. There was never a dramatic meltdown or crisis of faith or showdown over some fine point of Adventist theology. And there was never any specific traumatic event that led to his exodus.

Rather, much like in my own experience, he describes a slow awakening to the realization that the Church was just not relevant to him. Not saying that the Church is “bad”, and not mocking or belittling those to whom it is still meaningful. But most definitely crossing that line between participation and non-participation: No straddling the fence. No equivocation. Seventh-day Adventism is simply not a vehicle capable of taking him where he needs to go, cosmically speaking. Today he describes himself as “definitely spiritual, not secular”, but also “not religious.” Although he’s more self-aware and, I think, more honest than many, my friend describes where the preponderance of my age-peer (and younger) Seventh-day Adventist acquaintances are today.

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It didn’t take long for word to get around the Adventist community, once my friend started opening restaurants in Costa Rica. He had been born into Adventist Aristocracy, remember? His parents were well-known and well-connected within the system, globally, and before long a slow but steady stream of well-heeled, aging Advenstists, also of the Adventist Aristocracy ilk were patronizing that first (very nice) restaurant. Some were traveling through the region on Church business. Others were there just as tourists, but as so many Adventists do, making a point of making those SDA connections anywhere possible, even if it was just to eat at the restaurant run by the son of a well-respected co-club member.

And once that trickle started it didn’t take long for my friend’s distinctly non-SDA lifestyle to become common knowledge. The restaurant – his restaurant – was open Friday evenings and Sabbaths, served meat dishes and also alcohol. It even had a smoking section. Sometimes my friend would mix drinks for customers at the bar or himself sit enjoying a glass of wine in plain view in the dining room or on the veranda. And, once that all became known it didn’t take long for the gossip to start.

Some called it “backsliding.” Some doubted that he’d ever been a really “serious Adventist”, while others wondered how, exactly, his parents had gone wrong during my friend’s impressionable adolescent years. Some went so far as to question, in whispered tones, the virtue of the otherwise nice, wholesome Adventist girls that he’d dated in the US prior to Costa Rica. And while the Adventist Aristocrat parents remained just that, a slow fall from grace for them seemed to have begun.

* * * * *

My work takes me through Costa Rica more or less once every two years or so. And on those infrequent visits, I have a standing appointment with my close friend to catch up over a meal (and perhaps a glass of wine, on the veranda on Friday evening).

On my most recent visit, my friend and I talked at length about where we were spiritually, what growing up Adventist had meant and now also means for us. He was as stable and balanced as he’s been since I’ve known him. A good father and husband with a lovely family, solid provider, fulfilled both by work and recreation. Although not necessarily wealthy, he has a quality of life, including a level of spiritual maturity that many would envy or aspire to. It was easy to feel happy for him.

But then I asked about his family. After many years, the rumors and the whispering about their one son who’d left the Church had become too much. His parents had pulled up stakes in the community where they’d previously assumed they’d retire and moved across the country. While they were not literally run out of town by villagers with torches, they were essentially run out of town by a culture that does not only not look kindly on those who question, bend the rules, push the envelope, or – heaven forbid – leave, but also visits the wrath of that iniquity on the families – the parents and siblings – of those who do those things.

One of my favorite Adventists institutions of yesteryear was the quarterly “Mission Spotlight.” I remember lurid stories of dark-brown natives who’d convert to Christianity, only to have to flee for their lives from angry former neighbors and sometimes even their own families. I’ve seen upstanding church members shake their heads in rhetorical dismay at such stories. Surely we would never be so calloused. But when the rubber meets the road and the tables are turned and someone leaves our sacred compound, maybe we’re not so very different.

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My friend’s parents are in another Adventist community now, near another Adventist college that recently turned “University.”

I do hope this works out for them.

Monday, July 6, 2009

No Arguing with Jesus

Things would be a whole lot easier if Jesus would just say what He wants, instead of making me guess.

It’s probably because I’m so lukewarm. And it’s easy to forget that, ensconced as I am in my own rather secular world, until I make the annual hadj to one of the Adventist Meccas (or it is a Medina?), stuck somewhere in the middle of one of the budding new “wine regions” of North America. And now you know: I’m writing from either PUC, Walla-Walla, or Andrews U. Here, thrust reluctantly back into an undiluted Adventist community, I’m having to readjust to the culture that I’ve been away from for what feels now like a very long time. It’s both reassuring and also somehow troubling to see that things have basically not changed.

I’m reminded of several of my Adventist-logic pet peeves of years past. One is the tendency to articulate everything (everything) in Jesus/Satan terms, and the logical rollercoaster that this can take someone on. For example: “I was on the way to prayer meeting” (Jesus). “But I got a flat tire on the way there” (Satan didn’t want me to make it). “Then a nice trucker stopped to help me change the tire” (Jesus looking out for me). “He had a lot of tattoos and those naked-lady mudflaps” (Satan). “I told him that I was on the way to prayer meeting” (Jesus gave me an opportunity to witness). “He said he hadn’t been to church in a long time” (Satan). “I gave him a pamphlet and invited him to come anytime” (Jesus). “He said ‘thank you’ and that he’d think about it” (Jesus and Satan duking it out for his soul). The possibility that flat tires sometimes just happen and truckers, despite occasional extern appearances, are often just nice people is never seriously considered.

The one that really gets me, though, is the “I just feel ‘called’…” routine. This on typically comes with a great deal more emotional packaging, but at it’s core is actually a bit more linear. Basically, the person doesn’t like something about his or her life; the easiest and/or most direct path to changing that thing will inconvenience others in some way (often financially), and therefore gaining the necessary support for the most direct path will be a challenge; articulate the need, not just for change, but for change in that inconvenient-to-others manner as something that he or she has “been called” to do. And once you’ve “been called”, just like Jonah or Baalam of old, as we all know, resistance is futile. He might be calling softly and tenderly, but there’s still no point in arguing with Jesus.

A few examples of “I just feel ‘called’” from my own, direct personal experience and/or observation.

An American missionary family in Japan in the early 1990’s had had it up to here with the rising costs and the ebbing respect for foreigners in that country. They looked at the map and decided that they had “been called”, of all places, to Laos. In those days Laos was an exceptionally difficult and expensive place to get work visas for foreigners to, and the local SDA structure went to very considerable trouble and expense to accommodate this family’s desire to answer the “call” in Laos. After only a few short months there, things weren’t working out so well. The weather was hot and humid, the food too spicy, the government too difficult. They looked at the map again and “felt called” to leave Laos. More expense and inconvenience for a lot of people whose job it was to accommodate that family’s “call.” And then, after a few years of recuperating in North America, once the rosy glow of touring churches as returned, committed missionaries, they “felt called” back to Laos… I lost track of them after that point...

A pastor at a large, very well-known church smack in the middle of North American wine country felt that this congregation was become too “apostate” (apostate = liberal = Satan), and so was “called” to move to more conservative congregation in a more conservative state. After months of drama and farewell potlucks and considerable expense and effort by everyone, this person + family made the move. Only to discover that the new congregation was possibly even more apostate than the original one. And so, a few months later, it came as no real surprise when this person again “felt called” to return to the original post.

Several years ago I found myself in a two-car caravan of Adventists traveling across state lines on a Friday night. As a result of some poor planning, combined with bad weather, we started the drive home late Friday evening. We pulled into a gas station to fill up, but as I was pumping gas into my car, the driver of the other rolled down her window to let me know that she “felt called” to not fill up! There was a non-Seventh-day Adventist in the car and so the driver (and the others) agreed that they were “called” to witness to this person by not buying and selling on Sabbath. Rather than pumping gas, they bowed their heads and prayed for a miracle. I was still at the pump when she set out for the six-hour drive home with less than half a tank. At around 2:00 AM, the guy riding shotgun with me spotted the other car, dark, under an overpass. We stopped and checked. They’d run out of gas an hour and a half prior, and since then had been huddling in the cold. By the time we drove to the nearest gas station, bought a gallon of gas in a borrowed can, drove back, looped around back to where her car sat, we’d added sixty miles and nearly two more hours to the trip. And in the end she still had to buy gas on Sabbath. The sky was turning grey with first light as I rolled into my driveway. And as far as I know, the non-Seventh-day Adventist the other driver “felt called” to witness to never returned to come over to Adventism. No surprises there.

And I could go on. Everyone feels as if they are uniquely “called” to be a Noah (build a big boat) or Hosea (marry a prostitute) or whatever. “I feel called” or one of a zillion equivalents in Adventist culture seems to have become code for, “I have a totally hair-brained idea that no thinking person would get behind unless somehow convinced that Jesus has ordained it.” And of course we can’t argue with Jesus.

* * *

I feel called to use my brain.

God gave it to me, and expects me to use it. This is not to say that there is no room for faith or providence or movement in “mysterious ways.” But the reality in year 2000-something is far more mundane than visions or revelations or dry fleeces. God built us with the capacity for logic and reason, and to not use those capacities amounts to at least poor stewardship.

But it goes deeper, darker as well. Perhaps there are still genuine, impossible-to-articulate and from-God “callings.” But most of the time, it seems to me that “I feel called” is at best laziness. It’s an excuse to not have to think about things, to consider real-world strategies and alternatives. “I feel called” can be simply a throwing up of one’s hands at the complexity and difficulty of the modern world.

At it’s worst, “I feel called” is manipulation: a last-ditch attempt by people who feel otherwise powerless to assert their relevance and get their own way without having to do any real work. "I feel called" is just a little too convenient; a trump card too easily played. “I feel called” is a way to take advantage of those who are either not able or choose to not think their way out of the emotional and spiritual thicket that is life in a time when traditional absolutes feel increasingly under attack. After all, you can’t argue with Jesus.

But I refuse to be manipulated. Feel “called” if you want to. But if your calling amounts to my inconvenience, you’d better have Jesus come talk to me directly.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Worlds Collide

Here I am again, mid-way through a three-week visit to the Muslim world. And yet again everything I'd been led to believe about those people is turning out to be somewhere between casually inaccurate and plain false.

I've just spent two intense days, along with an American colleague, providing a series of training sessions to Muslim colleagues here in Islamabad, Pakistan. Despite erratic electricity (made our LCD projectors cut out at inconvenient times), occasional language challenges, and training material that can only be described as "utterly boring", this group was amazingly good at staying attentive and mainting a wonderful sense of humor throughout. And despite very obvious religious and cultural and striking visual differences between myself and them, they were gracious and outgoing to the extent that it was truly humbling.

I was a little ashamed to find myself so surprized by all of these things. And I had to ask myself: We talk about loving our neighbors. But if I was sitting in two days of training led by some guy with a robe, beard and turban... would I have been as outgoing and warm to him as these guys have been to me?

Friday, May 22, 2009

"I love Jesus, but I drink a little..."

About two months ago, this YouTube clip from the Ellen DeGeneres Show pretty much went viral around my office. It’s a very funny clip.

Take five minutes and watch it, if you have not done so already. The real punch-line comes at about 4:00…

Here's the clip.

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As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, my wife and I generally do not go to church. We usually take our kids to Sabbath School, and even attend ourselves, but most weeks church is just too much. One result of this is that except for a small and slowly growing circle of acquaintances, we remain pretty much on the periphery of “our” congregation in western WA. I have yet to meet the pastor (not even sure I’d recognize him…. Or her?).

Not long ago I happened to have a Friday off of work, and so after the kids were safely at school, went with my wife to the supermarket to do the grocery shopping for the week. An hour together, sans whining children, to fondle produce and evaluate the respective merits of all the different kinds of cling-wrap was an unexpected treat.

Approaching one of the two open check-out lines, I noticed that the woman ahead of us was someone who attended that same church that we do. We’d never actually met, just passed in the hallway a time or two. I didn’t know her name, but I’d seen enough to know that she had a role and function at church. She was a public – although not particularly central – participant in the life of the congregation.

And there, on the conveyor belt, standing tall and proud among her low fat cottage cheese and Morningstar® meatless breakfast sausages, was a bottle of wine.

At that precise moment our eyes met.

It is amazing to me how much can be communicated between two people in a nano-second, without uttering a single syllable. In that brief instant of eye contact it was clear that she recognized me, and it was also clear that she didn’t want me to see her bottle of wine. But it was too late. The bottle had already been scanned, so shuffling it under some magazines and pretending it wasn’t hers was not an option. I’d already begun to put our stuff on the conveyor, and so it was too late to just move to another line.

It was a weird moment.

And for the rest of the time there – about 10 minutes – she totally avoided any eye contact. Then, at Sabbath School the next day she avoided further eye contact. In the end it took several weeks for this woman to come around to the point of interacting with me at all. Still weird, but unnecessarily so.

See, I couldn’t care whether she drinks wine or not.

Personally, I decided long ago that many (most?) of the Seventh-day Adventist cultural rules just flat weren’t relevant to me. Just flat weren’t relevant. Period.

As a trained anthropologist, I do understand and get that cultural rules are important. I understand that any discreet group, whether a religious denomination or a club or a special interest group of some kind has to have some way of identifying itself apart from the broader cultural context. I understand as well that many individuals in different groups need those defining boundaries, those cultural norm, those rules in order to feel secure about their status as a member of the group. After all, the “Three Angels” logo on GC publications has got to mean something… (right?)

The problem for me, though, comes when what that logo (or any logo, really) means has to do with things that don’t matter.

* * *

Some might criticize the woman ahead of me at the supermarket for being “hypocritical” or for harboring a “secret sin.” But I don’t buy it. I do not believe that drinking wine matters even one tiny little bit, cosmically speaking.

Most weeks I come away from Sabbath School/Church feeling as if we’ve really lost the core of what it means to be a spiritual, Christian person. We’ve abandoned that in favor of being “Adventist.” For some reason it’s important to us to “be Adventist” – to belong to our club, to be identified by adherence to our rules. We lose sight of the fact (and I do see it as fact) that much of our culture is precisely that: culture. Culture as distinct and different from any sort of ultimate moral Truth or reality.

Many people chose to not drink alcohol for a very wide range of reasons. Not just Adventists. And that’s fine. I’m not trying to persuade anyone to drink. But I think that we endanger ourselves more than we help ourselves by having rules about it. And if even those with public church lives are secretly buying bottles of wine at the supermarket, then the rule clearly isn’t working.

To me, it’s more important to be an authentic person, both spiritually and also in terms of how we live the Adventist life (if we even try to). To me it’s a bit sad that this woman felt she had to hide her wine from me.

* * *

These days my mantra is the paraphrase of a classic line from a little old lady named “Gladys” in Austin, Texas:

“I love Jesus, but sometimes I swim on Sabbath…”

“I love Jesus, but I eat real cheese…”

“I love Jesus, but I think the Buddhists are rights about some things…”

Or… dare I say it?


“I love Jesus, but I drink a little…”


Post Script to the Woman in the Supermarket: If you read this, shoot me an email message. You can come on over – just bring some cheese… we’ll crack open a bottle.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Jesus is just alright with me...

Am I the only one, or are others out there still recovering from a childhood of being told to have a “love affair with Jesus”?

I mean, I guess that at a very raw, basic intellectual level I get where that whole “love affair…” metaphor thing was going. But really – did those evangelists and youth pastors think the males in the group were going to connect on that point? Maybe a few teenaged, sophomore-in-academy girls looked at those depictions of the “Good Shepherd” – flowing locks, billowy robe (kind of like a 70’s biker, but without any leather) – and felt their temperatures rise.

But for me, and I suppose plenty of guys like me, songs like “I Just Keep Falling In Love With Him” were not only lame, musically, but left me with mental images somewhere between “ewww” and flat-out disturbing. I’ve never been particularly homophobic, but seriously… And this was just one example.

Another great example: “Jesus – It’s the Sweetest Name I Know.” Again, I basically get what the composer of that bland bit of poetry was trying to convey. But who actually thinks like that, let along talks like that? Anyone? Years later, as a dashing young aid worker in Vietnam, singing “Revolutionary Songs” karaoke with local colleagues, I came across a gem that totally brought back that original Daniel-and-Revelation-Seminar classic: “Ho Chi Minh, dep nhat ten nguoi” – which basically means, “Ho Chi Minh is the most beautiful name of anyone…”

And those “Revolutionary Songs” videos (on local TV every evening) are usually sung by men’s quartets that look and sound an awful lot like The King’s Heralds

(SDA Conspiracy Theory Alert: Ooooh… now I get it. The King's Heralds were... communist?)

* * *

It’s amusing, in 2009, to have a Sabbath afternoon chuckle at the dorky and, at times, vaguely homoerotic (“He touched me…. ooohhhh He touched me…”) Adventist poetry and prose of recent decades. But I guess the bigger question for me goes to relevance.

H. Richard Niebuhr in his 1951 treatise, Christ & Culture, argues very coherently that the image we have of Christ today – the image of a meek, gentle kind of hippie (who never smoked pot) and loved kids – is essentially an image crafted in the modern era by people, well meaning, who wanted to make a particular point about Jesus. They wanted to make him accessible, likeable. That specific image was a reaction, a backlash if you will, against the kind of harsh and/or stoic Jesus that had been the popular conception before.

Every generation basically re-translates Jesus into a cultural image that makes sense and that responds to the specific needs of that time and place. Every generation re-casts Jesus in a way that makes Him relevant to them.

So, I guess a question for Adventists today is, is our Jesus relevant?

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Right

“Maybe the pagan philosophers were right and the earth was round, and the Bible had mentioned the tabernacle in a figurative sense, but the fact of knowing how it was shaped did not help resolve the one serious problem of every good Christian, namely, how to save one’s own soul, and therefore devoting even just a half hour to ponder the shape of the earth was a total waste of time.”
Baudolino, P. 75
Umberto Eco

I love the passage above from Baudolino by Umberto Eco. It strikes me as funny. And it also strikes me that Adventists have approximately the opposite problem today.

We expend far too much emotional energy being right.

Right as in “correct.” We’re consumed with perfecting a sort of scientific examination of what is meant in the Bible: whether or not the Biblical “Sabbath” is modern Saturday; whether or not Ellen White was really a prophet; some sort of exegetical, reasoned and most definitely not random or arbitrary means of explaining why we cling to some of the Old Testament injunctions (for example diet [Lev. 7:27 – 11:42]), while abandoning others (for example, sexual discharges and associated uncleanliness [Lev. 15: 16-33]).

(Digression: For an amusing summary of Old Testament laws illustrated with… Lego bricks, click here)

While we may not have the level of actual regulation that we often accuse the Pharisees of enacting around, say, Sabbath observance, we probably devote no less time and effort and afford no less importance to being ‘right.’ And in that way, or so it seems to me, we’re every bit as legalistic. We don’t bar women from worship during their menstrual cycles, but we are just as retentive about the letter of the law and what particular passages of scripture mean literally: The ‘little horn’ symbolizes the United States; A prophetic day equals a literal year; Jesus turned water in non-alcoholic wine… It’s important to us to be correct, accurate, right about those things.

Going further, I think that too often we employ the language of science and Pythagorean logic to ‘prove’ our points from the Bible. In too many instances it come to be about winning a debate. About “proving” that our interpretation of the Bible is more correct or more accurate than another interpretation. We’ve taken “come, let us reason” to the extreme.

But then for me the irony of it all is that while our explanations are couched in the language of science and logic and proof-positive, we seem oddly incapable of actually applying logic. And as a culture we are often blind to those areas where we are utterly intellectually inconsistent. Some call this “hypocrisy”, and while I am not naïve to the existence of hypocrisy (which, of course, is not unique to Adventism), for the purposes of this post I’ll give “us” the benefit of the doubt: despite our best attempts to sound otherwise, we’re very often very illogical.

A few weeks ago, in Sabbath School, the discussion was about whether or not and if so, under what circumstances, it would be appropriate to introduce Ellen White to a non-Adventist acquaintance. It was not just a casual discussion, either. There were some strident opinions in that room, a few furrowed brows, hints of angst on the faces of several. We pondered. How could they continue their friendships with non-Adventists without some clear guidance on this important question?

And I’m, like, seriously??? Is that really the thing holding us back in our relationships with those who see the world differently? Is Ellen White really the best (I almost wrote “coolest”) thing that we have to offer the world? Is that really the extent of our vision?

Applying that same line of questioning and tone of incredulity: Do we really believe that at the end of the day God will determine our salvation based on which day we go to church? Do we really think that there will be moral repercussions if we eat shrimp? Do we really have an issue with jewelry other than wedding bands? Do we really think… [ADD YOUR OWN PET ADVENTIST CULTURAL PRACTICE HERE]?

We’ve certainly succeeded in not being “of the world”…

Some may find this to be downright heretical. But in my opinion, discussions about whether “Sabbath” is Saturday, whether the Sanctuary in Heaven is literal or not, about adornment or diet or whether Ellen White was really a prophet or not – while perhaps of interest to some – miss the point. One way of looking at these questions and discussions would be to say that they just don’t matter. Having these discussions and answering these questions do not necessarily put us any closer to what I see as the most important question facing, not only Seventh-day Adventists and not even only Christians, but any thinking, spiritual person:

How to love God, and love our neighbors as ourselves? (obviously a paraphrase of a famous Bible passage)

Seventh-day Adventists – we – think that the core issues have to do with those things about which we have the ability to be right. But message of the Bible is universal, in principle open to anyone. We might be right about the Sabbath or the state of the dead (but we may never know for sure).

Some astronomers and astro-scientists are in a heated debate about whether Pluto is a planet or not. Is it? Who’s right? And who cares? I’ll live my life, as will my children, and their children and their children’s children… and it will not make one iota of difference whether Pluto is or isn’t a planet.

And in the same way, while we might be in fact right about a few points of scripture, we must not allow ourselves to believe that this somehow makes us also relevant.

We don’t have any corner on the market of those universal truths that have to do with getting along with others, with making the world a better place now, and with actually being whole, spiritual people.

We need to get out of the bubble, get to know some non-Adventists, maybe break a few “rules”, and generally get with the program.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Sabbath is a Happy Day... (dammit!)

It’s Sabbath again.

And despite the fact that we’ve had an entire week to plan, in our house we typically wake up Saturday morning without a specific plan for the day. We’ll go to Sabbath School (but not Church – if Sabbath School is bad, the Divine Service is deadly), and if someone there has a bright idea for an outing, we’ll consider tagging along. Or maybe we’ll organize our own family outing. Or maybe just stay home for the day.

I can remember hating Sabbath as a kid. Not for my entire childhood, but definitely for parts of it. It sucked. It was a day when we couldn’t… do whatever. It was a day of restrictions. A day of not doing this or that. We couldn’t swim (wading was okay); we couldn’t listen to normal music (the “Wedgewood Trio” or Chet Atkins instrument hymns were acceptable); we had to wear dorky, uncomfortable clothes.

Now, as a parent, I try sometimes to take my kids to church. I’m not opposed, in principle, to them developing a spiritual worldview – even a Seventh-day Adventist one. At the end of the day, everyone has a spiritual side, and ‘religion’ is but one means of engaging that spiritual side. And the beauty of the postmodern world is that all religions are sort of on equal footing, at least in terms of the extent to which they truly put their respective followers in touch with the spiritual realm. So, why not Adventism? It’s not particularly any worse or any better than any other denomination.

But after Sabbath School, the portion meant for the kids, when we get to the part where it’s about sitting still and being quiet so that others around us can “get a blessing” I begin to have issues. I mean, if it wasn’t so freakin’ boring maybe I’d be more motivated to keep my son contained. But it is freakin’ boring. And he’s bouncing off the walls.

I try for a few minutes to keep him quiet, but it’s already 11:20 and we’re barely through announcement. His nap time is 45 minutes away and he’s showing signs of melting down. The white-headed couple in front of us are turning around, glaring. “Keep that kid quiet or take him outside. We’re here to get a blessing…” I give them a look that is as close as I can get to a facial equivalent of raising my middle finger. I briefly consider taking him outside and giving him a smak or two on the bottom. Or a good talking to (like that would work).

I think back to how much I hated Sabbath at his age. How I longed for it to be over, counting down the minutes (literally) to sundown on Saturday night. And I think of myself on Sabbaths now, trying to get the kids into nice clothes (that they probably think look dorky), or herd them into the car by a particular time, or get them to SIT STILL, or whatever. I tried – sort of – at the beginning, but lately it’s just not a set of conversations and confrontations that I see value in having.

Oh yes, I know there are plenty of people who will want to let me know that they learned and managed to sit still in church; their kids were able to do it; their kids are able to do it now. But I guess my response to that is simply the question:

At what cost?

At what cost did they and have their kids learned to sit still? Can they honestly say that Sabbath is 'a day of rest and gladness' for them? Because for me, the honest-to-God truth is that most weeks I spend Sabbath angry: Angry at my kids for their inability to sit quietly for an hour and a half; angry at the old farts ahead of me who can’t be a little more understanding of the short attention-spans of the little people behind them; angry at Sabbath School and Church for being so dull; angry at the fact that I’m there and not somewhere else

And I simply cannot believe that this is what Jesus had in mind when He said that the Sabbath should be a delight.

Regardless of where he (my son) and I and ‘we’ end up vis-à-vis Adventism, I know that I do not want him remembering ‘Sabbath’ as a time when daddy was always angry and on his case about nothing more than being a normal little boy.

* * *

Several years ago, before my son was born, my wife, daughter and I spent just under three years in Hanoi, Vietnam (my work was there). For most of the time that we lived in Hanoi, there were no Adventist Vietnamese, and as far as I know we were the only Adventist expatriates. Going to “church” on Saturday was simply not an option.

We did end up attending an international, inter-denominational Christian “Fellowship” on Sundays (to formally call ourselves a “Church” was against the law) that met on Sunday. That fellowship had about 150 regular attendees – other foreigners from pretty much every corner of the globe, representing every shade and color and variation of ‘Christianity’ imaginable. From eastern European Orthodox to Catholic to Mennonite to full-on speaking-in-tongues Pentacostal and everything else in between, it was among the more colorful groups that I’ve been part of.

(As an aside, I’ll say that in that setting – in an intentionally non-Christian country where foreigners allowed the special privilege of worshipping together, but where we could not afford to splinter the group on denominational line – the differences really faded into the background. I digress…)

So we went to church on Sunday. And Saturday became a day for the family. We’d stay in. Maybe walk to the neighborhood market and buy freshly cut baby roses (they cost US $0.10 per blossom) for the table. I’d brew coffee – the Vietnamese kind, strong, rich robusta from the central highlands of Kon Tum province, with deep, intense chocolate undertones. We’d eat breakfast under the trellis on our rooftop terrace, the sound of lightly metallic tapping coming from the jewelry-maker behind our house in the background. In the afternoon, if it wasn’t raining or too hot, we’d take a taxi to central Hanoi and stroll around Hoan Kiem lake. Or maybe I’d just take my daughter (about three years old then) and let my wife nap. In the evening we’d load the family onto my motorcycle and head downtown. Maybe to browse the night market in the old quarter, or maybe to pick up a few pirated DVDs from our favorite shop on Hai Ba Trung St. We’d either eat noodles from a street vendor or pick up take-away sandwiches from a French bakery where the staff knew us and would spoil our daughter with sweets.

Of course not everyone can live in Vietnam. Even I don’t live there now. But the core elements of that experience are replicable even in Seattle. There has to be a way to bring the ‘delight’ back into Sabbath.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Allah ackbar...

I’m just now coming off of three solid weeks in the Muslim world. In this case specifically Jordan and Turkey. Now I am very well aware that as Muslim countries go, Jordan and Turkey are both pretty soft-core. They are “Laodicean” Muslim contexts, to apply a term that might resonate with many Adventists. But soft-core though these two places may be, this trip has underscored for me, first, the fact that my work has come to increasingly take me to Muslim places and increasingly put me, in different ways, working with Muslim people.

And while I don’t claim to be an expert on Islam or to have traveled as widely within the Muslim world as many, I do know a bit and I have been around: Indonesia, and not decadent Jakarta or Bali, but mostly Banda Aceh – the only Indonesian province that has institued sharia law; Malaysia; significant time in eastern Sri Lanka – a place where civil disturbance, bombings and poya days routinely interrupt business; Bangladesh; Dubai; Yemen – typically overshadowed by Saudi Arabia, but quietly one of the most conservative and hardline of the Islamic republics; northern Sudan; west Africa in general; Azerbaijan; Tadjikistan; Afghanistan… Even during the time that I lived in Thailand – well-known as a Buddhist country – I lived in Bangkok’s largest Muslim neighborhood.

I have heard the calls to prayer enough times and in enough places to have an opinions about whether the Imam does it well or not. I have seen enough women in hijabs or burqas to have opinions about which ones are stylish and which are not.

Spending the kind of time that I have in the places where I’ve been, not just meeting but often working closely with the people that I’ve had to work closely with – Muslim people – has made it hard for me to be a hardline Adventist. Of course I was never really wired to be an Adventist hardliner, anyway. Over the last almost 20 years, not just the amount but also the quality of exposure that I’ve had to other people and places and ways of life has had the effect of diluting even further any sort of loyalty I might have had to Adventism as a dogma or even as a set of doctrines. It’s not all black and white, “accept this or you’ll be eternally lost.” I do believe that there is more than one path to the top of the mountain, that every person must find her or his path, and – further – that the choice of this path or that often includes an element of preference.

I am, probably, to Adventism what many Jordanians or Turks are to Islam.

* * * * *

One thing that strikes me as I spend more time in the Muslim world, in the company of Muslim people is how very much they are like us. Yes, there are the obvious differences. The cultural packaging has a way of emphasizing those. But in the ways that matter, it seems to me that we are more alike than we are different. We’re alike in both positive and negative ways. Of course we all love our children and supposedly want a better world for them. Everyone says they want some never-explicitly-defined thing called ‘peace.’

In recent years it has been common for public figures from the West (okay, mainly the USA) to emphasize that they have no issue with Islam, per se, but with “radical Islam” or “militant Islam.” But when you look carefully at what is commonly understood to be “radical Islam” at a grassroots, community level, you see that it is not so very different from some of the Christian movements now gaining momentum in the West. Including, in many ways, Adventism. And you have to look past the obvious differences: many will be quick to point out that we don’t sponsor terrorism. And while it may be true that secondary school kids don’t learn to fire AK-47s or improvise explosives at Adventist schools, the mentality of belief that there is a mortal enemy out there against whom we are all on the front lines of combat is similar.

Broadly speaking, acts of violence and terrorism by radical Muslims are often committed as retaliation for what they perceive as the illegitimate invasion of Muslim lands by the West. (And you can kind of see their point.) But their primary program is about evangelism. They want a Muslim world. And if you look at it that way, the difference between rich Saudis funding madrasas in Pakistan or Nigeria, and rich Adventists giving money to support Adventist colleges in Africa or Asia is really a difference of degree more than actual substance: the Saudis have more money.

(Conservative American Adventists, in particular, will likely be very intrigued by a discussion about exactly how the Saudis came to have so much money…)

Is Al Queda (or some other radical Islamic group) starting up quiet “cells” in different places around the globe so very different from Adventist underground churches in _______ (insert name of country where A.F.M. withholds the name of it’s ‘tent-maker missionaries’)? The difference, again, it seems to me, is one primarily of degree. Al Queda is willing activate it’s cells to go into battle. Literally. Whereas Adventists only talk about ‘battle’ in metaphoric terms. Both are about winning converts. One goes a step further by being willing to take out it’s opponents.

And I could go on. The comparisons are many. Adventist youth going on mission trips to the Philippines (something I find amusing, since the Philippines is, by and large, a Christian country), has become something of a rite of passage in our Adventist culture, not wholly unlike the hadj for good Muslims. Our essentially male-dominated, basically hierarchical local church organizational structure resembles that of local Muslim parishes. Although they’re fading now, our historically highly ritualized Sabbath-keeping practices were not so dissimilar to Muslims praying seven times daily. Although the cultural practices vary in some obvious ways, our traditional, foundational views on adornment are not so far from those of Islam. Even our highly canonized views on diet – something many Adventists take a great deal of pride in, and the part of our culture that perhaps more than any other we offer to our non-Adventist acquaintances – are very similar to Muslim beliefs. No pork, no alcohol…

Of course some will be quick to point out that Al Queda is “bad”, while Adventists starting prayer circles is “good.” God is on our side.

Oh, really?

* * * * *

One area where I think that Adventists have consistently failed is in articulating a coherent, unified, somewhat believable vision for the future. The future on earth. What is our end goal for our time here? Are we just sort of marking time until Jesus comes?

This is one area where we could learn from the Muslims. The Arabic language and culture, and by extension, the culture of Islam has a lot of rhetoric and mystique that is culturally unintelligible in the West. When Saddam Hussein went on about how America was the “Great Satan”, he seemed over-the-top in a way and to an extent that most Americans simply wrote him off as a looney. The common belief in the West that Muslim suicide bombers believe they have 70 virgins awaiting them in Paradise is too out-there for most of us to take seriously. (When you think about it, what’s harder to believe: “70 virgins” or “streets of gold” and a “sea of glass”? But I digress…). But all of this cultural packaging basically distracts from a very important and central point:

The Muslims may have some views about the afterlife which seem far-fetched to us. But their views about the earthly life are crystal clear. They want everyone to be Muslim.

And I have to say, when I think about whether Adventists might articulate a similar view I am torn. Do we really believe that our overarching task here on earth is to get as many people as possible to regularly attend Church on Sabbath and, preferably, not eat bacon, wear jewelry, or go dancing? While I don’t agree with the Muslims that the world would be a better place if everyone in it were Muslim, neither do I believe that the world would necessarily be a better place if everyone in it were Adventist.

Curious to hear your thoughts…