I just watched a half-hour video on the struggle by lgbt members of the Methodist Church at
their national convention to remove the homophobic language from their Book of Discipline, the Constitution of the United Methodist Church and statement of its doctrinal
beliefs. The event took place a
couple months ago, but the issue is still current.
The lgbt members and their progressive allies were trying to
remove the statement, “The United Methodist Church does not condone the practice
of homosexuality and considers this practice incompatible with Christian
teaching.” They succeeded in
committee, but failed when the delegates to their national convention in
Florida voted at large because of a large number of solidly conservative African delegates.
A thought crossed my mind while watching this video. All those pennies I put in the
collection boxes for the poor people of Africa when I was eight or ten years old. How many of them ended up helping to teach kids to grow up and be homophobes? Cast your bread upon the waters,
they say. I can just see the
nightmares coming now, loaves of bread rising up out of the waves like sharks and
biting me on the ass.
This is a story for anthropologists. One American church after another has evolved on the issue of homosexuality, as have churches in other places where once authoritarian religious institutions have felt the power of the Enlightenment. To counter this force, reactionary forces within the church are reaching out to church members from Africa, where the evolution of consciousness is
taking place at a slower rate.
I don’t have a dog in this race. I left the church a half century ago, way before the gay
issue became a divisive factor.
From where I sit, religion is a silly game of first creating an
imaginary friend who lives in the sky and then making him say all sorts of
things about how people who make you uncomfortable displease him. As a kid I remember battles over
whether the communion wine should be grape juice and whether it was sanitary
for everybody to drink from the same cup. Quibbling seems to be a primary
feature of organized religion.
Today the struggle is over whether gay people should be labeled sinners
and excluded from communion, but it strikes me as the same pitiful struggle by
silly people over who gets to speak for God and which biblical cherries go into
the pie and which get left behind.
Today, what I find so interesting is that all these
interdenominational spats have given way to intradenominational ones. What the Methodists are going through –
whether to raise the consciousness about the harm done to lgbt people by a
literal (and arbitrarily selective) reading of scripture – the Episcopal
Church, the Lutheran Church, the Presbyterian Church and many other protestant
denominations have gone through before them. Increasingly, they have come down on the side of full
acceptance of their lgbt members, without reservation. Wikipedia lists some twenty
denominations in the U.S. and Canada they identify as “LGBT-Affirming.” The Methodists will get there in time,
I suspect.
I’ve been thinking out loud with a friend facing the same
struggle within the Catholic Church.
I am probably not very helpful to him, since I have long since cut and
run, and since I have committed myself never to refer to people and
institutions who espouse homophobia as “home.” But at the same time I recognize the desire to hang
onto a home that you feel you should not surrender to those who would
misrepresent it and make it less than it should be. It’s a heartbreaking dilemma. I’m in the curious position of wanting him to stay and fight
for an institution I have little use for, and I question my own motives.
Is that because I’m hoping the institution will get
better? I suppose so. I don’t think the Catholic Church is
going to disappear overnight and I sure would prefer a gay-friendly institution
to the homophobic one it is now.
Actually, there is hope for the Catholic Church. With 90% of its members openly
practicing birth control despite the word from the hierarchy, you see the
church splitting down the middle.
The progressives may some day take control. If it ever becomes once again Christ centered instead of
papacy centered, all sorts of things are possible.
With this in mind, and looked at from the personal level, I
hope my friend finds the home he is looking for.
Some time ago I blogged about the documentary Tears of Gaza and reflected on the gap between
rational discussion of international foreign policy and bombs and drones and
whether, on the one hand, Israel’s retaliation in Gaza for the Hamas inspired
rockets into Israel is “proportionate” or not – and whether it should be. And on the other hand what
it looks like to sit with maimed children whimpering, because they are too
exhausted to cry, at the physical and psychological distress.
In a much smaller way, that’s what this video of the
Methodists in Florida did for the me – take the heady discussion over whether
the evolution of human rights is accelerating or not, and replace it with the
up close and personal image of a few heroic progressive members of a religious
institution handling disappointment and defeat, and finding the strength to
fight another day.
If you’ve got a half hour to spare sometime, even if you
can’t tell a Methodist from a Pastafarian, have a look at these folk trying to
make their lives better.
And send them some good vibes when you’re done.
Or prayers, if you’re a believer.
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