Friday, January 27, 2012

This Week In Cool Stuff

It seems like the biggest thing this week on the blogosphere was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his church's discipline policy. A week or so ago I said I was done blogging about him, so today's This Week In Cool Stuff (the official name of my Friday link roundup thingie) will NOT have any links regarding He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I think we already established his d-baggery.

But these stories are just as cool:

-This week we saw the full list of this year's Oscar nominations. Among the films nominated for best picture are Midnight in Paris, Hugo, The Help, The Artist, and The Tree of Life.

Out of all of the Best Picture nominees, I've only seen Midnight in Paris so far, which I thought was great. I'm usually skeptical of Woody Allen's post-Annie Hall work, but Midnight in Paris is classic Woody!

-Relevant Magazine cause a stir after they published a god-awful article called We Are All Joe Paterno. Sarah Moon spells out the main problem with the article:

"Rather than posting an article encouraging us to see Paterno as a human, like all of us, while acknowledging that he made an inhumane mistake, this article asked us to view Paterno as a super-human, who made a measly mistake that ought to be glossed over in light of his football accomplishments."

This is one reason why I no longer subscribe to Relevant Magazine. Forgive me if I am biting the hand that feeds, since I've written several articles for their website in the past, but I think Relevant tries way too hard to "redeem culture." Plus, they're not really as hip and cool as they would like for us to believe.

-And because nothing goes together better than hardcore and children, here's eight-year-old Juliet's hardcore anthem to her dog Robert and her fish:



I expect to hear this at Hot Topic in the near future!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

What Else Could I Write?

(Image found on Roy Hershel's Deviant Art page.)

Did you ever get the feeling that you have nothing to say?

I don't mean just temporary moments of being uninspired. I mean wondering if you have ANYTHING AT ALL to say.

Do my words mean anything to anyone?

Is my story worth sharing with anyone?


Compared to all the other great storytellers out there on the blogosphere, my writing is crap! How can I compete.

Then I remember that old Emily Dickinson poem:

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."


So maybe I don't need a thousand readers, or a hundred blog hits a day. Maybe all I need is just one person to say, "Wow, I know EXACTLY what you mean! Thank you so much for sharing your story."

What do you think? Is it enough to stop one heart from breaking?

Life: Unmasked

Friday, January 20, 2012

Friday Roundup Link Thingie!

Alise Wright does it. Rachel Held Evans does it. Even Sarah Moon is doing it now.

So let's do it.

Let's do a Friday Roundup Link Thingie!

Okay, so it's not the best title in the world. But until I come up with a better title, here are some of my favorite reads from this past week:

-Frank Viola illustrates the the four current streams of evangelicalism: the Systematizers, the Activists, the Emoters, and the Beyond Evangelicals. The last one, according to Viola, is where the future of evangelicalism lies. The key elements of Beyond Evangelicals are:

"*The centrality and supremacy of the Lord Jesus Christ.
*Living by the indwelling life of Christ.
*Experiencing church as a Christ-centered, shared-life community.
*Living for the eternal purpose of God."

Sounds like a good idea. But I'm not sure if we need another cool label to separate ourselves from the old time fundamentalists. Right now I just consider myself another pilgrim trying to find my way home.

-Speaking of fundamentalists, over at Roger Olson's blog Mike Clawson writes about the so-called neo-fundamentalism movement. According to Clawson:

"The driving force behind neo-fundamentalism, as with historic fundamentalism, is a 'remnant mentality.' Neo-fundamentalists believe they alone are remaining true to the fullness of the gospel and orthodox faith while the rest of the evangelical church is in grave, near-apocalyptic danger of theological drift, moral laxity, and compromise with a postmodern culture – a culture which they see as being characterized by a skepticism towards Enlightenment conceptions of “absolute truth,” a pluralistic blending of diverse beliefs, values, and cultures, and a suspicion of hierarchies and traditional sources of authority. Because of this hostility toward postmodern ways of thinking, neo-fundamentalists have little tolerance for diversity of opinions among evangelicals on any issues they perceive as essential doctrines – which are most of them – as opposed to the broader evangelical movement which historically has allowed for a much wider range of disagreement on disputable matters.Neo-fundamentalists thus respond to the challenges of a postmodern culture by narrowing the boundaries of what they consider genuinely evangelical and orthodox Christianity, and rejecting those who maintain a more open stance."

Which is why I don't hang with fundamentalists: they make the narrow road so narrow, you feel like you're walking a tightrope!

-Finally, it looks like I'm not the only one who said "Farewell, Mark Driscoll". I knew I should have had that phrase copyrighted!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Farewell, Mark Driscoll

 (Image found, ironically enough, at Apprising Ministries.)

There comes a time when, no matter how much you yell and scream, there are just some things in life that just aren't worth wasting your breath over. That's why this will be the very last blog post, tweet, Facebook rant I will ever write about Mark Driscoll.

Long-time readers will know that I am not a fan of the Seattle mega-church New Calvinist preacher. I used to think that maybe if enough ranted about him enough, he would somehow get the idea that his words are causing more harm than good. But after his recent interview with British radio host Justin Brierly, I now see that no matter how many emails we send Mars Hill, Driscoll will always be a bully.

Case in point, at one point during the interview Brierly says that his wife is pastor of their church, which is where Driscoll lost his shit:

Driscoll: Kay, let me ask you a few hard questions.

Brierley: Go ahead, go ahead.

Driscoll: So, in the church that your wife pastors, how many young men have come to Christ in the last year?

Brierley: Well we’re not a huge church, unlike yours, but I’d say there’s two or three probably in the last year who certainly, yah, I’d say have come to Christ in a pretty meaningful way.

Driscoll: Okay and in the church, what percentage is young men, single men?

Brierley: It’s difficult to say off the top of my head, but I’ll freely say it’s certainly not a big percentage, no.

Driscoll: Kay, and are you okay with that? Do you think that’s the best way to go?

Brierley: No, but can it be so easily put down to the fact that the church is being run by a woman? I mean, is that …

Driscoll: Yup. Yup. You look at your results, you look at my results, and you look at the variable that’s most obvious.

Brierley: Well, in our case, the …

Driscoll: This is where the excuses come, not the verses. This is where the excuses come, not the verses.

Brierley: … Up to the point my wife took over, it had been run by men. Since she’s come, lots of new families, lots of younger people, both men and women, have come. I wouldn’t say the balance is right perfect yet by any means. But it’s certainly a lot better than it ever was. And so I don’t necessarily see quite the same situation that you paint there in terms of men not relating. I see more men in the church since she’s been there than before she was there, in a way.

Driscoll: What kind of men? Strong men?

Brierley: Well, men. I mean, men come in different shapes and sizes. I mean, yah, both really. Men who are very masculine, men who are, I guess, on a spectrum, more effeminate. But I couldn’t say that there’s been a sort of dearth of men in the church since she’s arrived. I mean, Mark, I don’t want to get into a sort of argument.

Driscoll: No, no, you don’t want to sit in my seat, I understand. So does your wife do counseling with men? Sexual counseling? Does she talk about masturbation, pornography, the stuff that I do?

Brierley: Well no, she doesn’t.

Driscoll: Well, who does talk to the men about those things, especially the young men?

Brierley: Well there are other people that she can pass them on to. We have male elders in our church who, you know, would be able to tackle those kinds of questions. I mean, but would you speak with those kinds of issues to a female in your church?

Driscoll: Uh no. If they’re a married couple we might meet with them as a couple. But if it’s a woman, we would have women leaders meet with them.

Brierley: Sure, well it’s the same scenario in our church really.

Driscoll: Well except for who’s in charge.

Brierley: Well what’s wrong with… I mean, I agree, obviously theologically we’re not on the same page here Mark in terms of…

Driscoll: Do you believe in a conscious literal eternal torment of hell?

Brierley: What has that got to do with the issue of women in leadership, if you don’t mind me asking?

Driscoll: It does. It depends on your view of God. Is God like a mom who just embraces everyone? Or is he like a father who also protects, and defends, and disciplines? If you won’t answer the question, I think I know the answer.


Even though I've never been to Mars Hill church, I used to listen to Driscoll's podcasts on a semi-regular basis. The more I listened to him, though, the more I was reminded of all the kids in high school who called me a 'faggot' and a 'queer.' Instead of reminding me of God's grace, Driscoll reminded me time and time again that I'm just a 'boy who shaves.' Even after I stopped listening to his sermons, I still had a tiny voice inside of my head telling me that God will never love me because I'm not a 'real man.'

Well, I'm done with all of that now!

I'm done with Driscoll and his misogyny and homophobia. I'm done with constantly feeling like crap. I'm done with obsessing over him. Maybe some day he will learn the error of his ways. But for now, I'm done trying to make it happen.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Can You Hate Religion and Still Love Jesus?



Chances are you've seen this video floating around Facebook within the past couple of days. As some one who considers himself a "spiritual-but-not-religious Christian," I was one of the thousands of Christians who thought this video was brilliant. Others, on the other hand, didn't share my enthusiasm.

The American Jesus has probably the lengthiest critique of the video. Here's an excerpt:

My issue with this video is that it panders to a false, but widely accepted Protestant Evangelical narrative; one which has come to supplant Christianity itself as the “true gospel.”

Here’s the narrative in brief:

Jesus came to abolish religion. Then the church came along and re-instituted it, telling people there was a particular to live in order to be a Christian. Now, we need once more to be liberated from the shackles of religion in order to be able to “freely” worship Jesus.

It sounds nice. And if you were to survey most people walking out of Protestant churches this Sunday morning, I feel pretty confident is saying that most of them would agree it’s the gospel, or at least pretty close to it.

But it’s not. In fact, there’s very little in either that narrative or the narrative presented in the video above that are actually true.


Most critics say that the biggest problem with this video is that it creates a false dichotomy between the Gospel and religion. After all, according to the dictionary, the actual definition of religion is "the service and worship of God or the supernatural." Jesus was against legalism, not religion itself.

That may be true, but I sometimes have a hard time spotting the difference.

If you read this blog on a regular basis, you know that I have a love/hate relationship with religion and the institutionalized church. There are good things about religion, but there are a lot of bad things, too. Maybe it's just me, but when I think of "religion," I automatically think about petty church politics, legalists, right-winged nut job fundamentalists, and Mark Driscoll. I think of a preacher who says "Saved by grace alone" one minute, and then gives you a list of dogmas you have to believe in literally in order to be a "real Christian." So when some one says, "I love Jesus, but I hate religion," my knee-jerk reaction is to shout, "Amen!"

But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe all of the stuff I mentioned above has nothing to do with religion at all. Maybe I'm just upset about all of the religious hypocrisy I see in Christianity.

So let me ask you: Do you think it's possible to hate religion and still love Jesus? Are the two terms polar opposites?

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Tebow on the Pedestal

(Image found at International Business Times)

I don’t know a doggone thing about football. Sure, I’ll watch bits and pieces of a game here and there, but for the most part football is a foreign language to me. You would have a much better chance talking about Bon Iver’s latest album with me than about football.

There is, however, one person that has sparked a sudden interest in football: Tim Tebow of the Denver Broncos. No what team you root for, we can all agree that this kid can play. This past Sunday’s match with the Pittsburg Steelers even caught the attention of rapper Tyler, the Creator, who tweeted, “I really did not know who or what the f*** a Tebow was until four minutes ago.”

For evangelicals, though, Tebow represents more than just a talented football player; he is the quintessential All-American Christian Boy. He doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t drink, and he doesn’t do drugs. He’s a virgin who is saving himself for marriage. And of course, let’s not forget his meme-worthy prayer pose. In the eyes of evangelicals, Tebow is the poster boy for devout Christians everywhere who defy “political correctness” (whatever that means) by confessing that Jesus is Lord at every opportunity.

And this is why I fear for Tebow. No, it’s not because I want Tebow to stop being so Jesusy in order to make everyone comfortable. It’s because the higher evangelicals put Christian celebrities on the pedestal, the harder they will eventually fall.

Back in 2004, Mel Gibson became the darling of American evangelicals with his film The Passion of the Christ. The movie’s dramatic—and graphic—portrayal of Jesus’ trial and crucifixion became the religious film event of the year before it was even released. For evangelicals, Gibson was a shining beacon in the midst of the dark, evil, liberal Hollywood elite.

Cut to two years later when Gibson was arrested for drunk driving. While the DUI was bad enough, the real shock was his anti-Semitic remarks to the police officers. Things only got worse for Gibson when he left his wife for Oksana Grigorieva. That relationship ended with a million-dollar divorce and a slew of recorded profanity-laced, threatening, and disturbing phone calls.

Then there was Carrie Prejean, the Miss America contestant whose anti-gay marriage comments during the pageant made her a moral leader for many conservative Christians. She even received a standing ovation during an appearance on the Dove Awards. A few months later, though, some topless pictures of her were released. A few lawsuits and an embarrassing Larry King interview later, Prejean’s current celebrity status is in the “Where are they now?” area.

Of course, things might be different for Tebow. Maybe he won’t succumb to all of the Hollywood temptations. Maybe his faith will keep him from a humiliating fall from grace. He will, however, probably make some mistakes, because at the end of the day, despite beating the Steelers during overtime, Tebow is still a human being with all the same hang-ups and imperfections like the rest of us. So when he does fudge up, hopefully the evangelicals won’t crucify him.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Praying for Death

(Image found at The Religion Network)

This is my first contribution to my friend Joy Bennett's weekly series Life: Unmasked. Also, I should make it clear that I'm okay. Don't read this post as a cry for help. I'm just telling a story.


I'm trying to develop a daily Bible reading plan using the Daily Office from the Book of Common Prayer. For my non-liturgical readers, the Daily Office has assigned scripture readings for each day: one from the Old Testament, one from an Epistle, and a Gospel reading.

Yesterday, the Old Testament reading was 1 Kings 19:1-8. Ever come across a scripture passage that's eerily similar to a situation you're current going through? This was definitely the case.

"Now Ahab told Jezebel everything Elijah had done and how he had killed all the prophets with the sword. So Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah to say, 'May the gods deal with me, be it ever so severely, if by this time tomorrow I do not make your life like that of one of them.'

Elijah was afraid and ran for his life. When he came to Beersheba in Judah, he left his servant there, while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. 'I have had enough, LORD,” he said. “Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.' Then he lay down under the bush and fell asleep." (1-5a, emphasis mine)


So here we have Elijah, on the lam from the princess Jezebel after killing off all of the pagan prophets. After a day's journey, he finds himself out in the wilderness, alone, tired, and fearing for his life. There's nowhere for him to go. Elijah has no other choice but to ask God to kill him.

And if I can be totally honest with you, I've been where Elijah is.


Okay, so maybe not the part about slaughtering pagan prophets (call me a bleeding heart liberal, but I still cringe at mass killings in the Bible). But during this past year I've asked God several times to kill me. Sometimes when I look ahead of me, all I see is more trouble and more struggles. Nothing ever gets resolved. It's all a never-ending cycle of shit. That's when I give God hell. Is this the "abundant life" you promised me? Bullshit! I'm sick of this. I want out. Why won't you let me drink myself into oblivion? That's all I want.

But notice how God answers Elijah's prayer:

"All at once an angel touched him and said, 'Get up and eat.' He looked around, and there by his head was some bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again.

The angel of the LORD came back a second time and touched him and said, 'Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you.' So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God." (5b-8, emphasis mine)


God gives Elijah food and water instead of death. Elijah doesn't get his wish; instead, God gives him nourishment for the long journey ahead. And maybe God's doing the same with me. Maybe God has better plans for me than instant death. And, here's the amazing part, maybe God is actually with me helping me out when the journey gets tough.

Well, guess I gotta stick around to find out.

Life: Unmasked