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June 30, 2005

It’s a lot like life

Filed under: Religion and sex — Camassia @ 10:05 am

So now that we’ve covered Star Wars, interfaith marriage and young Christians plotting to take over America, the discussion naturally moves to violent porn. Well, not really. But I’ve been thinking about it since reading *Christopher’s long and thoughtful post responding to a pro-porn article he read. Lynn responded to it here, and there are a lot of issues one could pick up about it. But in particular, I was struck by the bit where the author describes a picture his boyfriend drew of a prisoner-prison guard situation (to put it delicately), which he says “cemented our bond” and “turns me on and makes me laugh.” Christopher responds:

This makes you want to laugh!?. This cemented your bond!?. This is a treasure on your desk no less!?. Is there a screw lose somewhere? This is rape, and rape is violence and abuse. I want to cry for the prisoner. I’m enraged. This isn’t just getting one another off, casual sex, a one night stand. I can deal with that. But abuse of another sexually? Eroticizing the abuse? Maybe this isn’t popular in some gay male circles, but this is beyond the pale.

He’s right, of course. But I also sort of understand why people eroticize frightening situations. One of the most detailed descriptions I’ve read of the bondage lifestyle was by Donna Minkowitz, who was an abused child, and who was in the lesbian bondage scene at the same time as Dorothy Allison, who described her own victimization as a child in Bastard Out of Carolina. For them controlled sexual violence seemed to be a way of rewriting the familiar script with a happy ending. Or as Depeche Mode put it, “Domination’s the name of the game/In bed or in life it’s just the same/Except in one you’re fulfilled at the end of the day.”

Of course, this means structuring your sex life in imitation of the world’s domination games, and Christopher is right to see this as capitulation to sin. But it also strikes me what a fundamentally redemptive idea this is. People don’t seem to want their suffering to be simply erased and replaced by “normal” sex; they want it transformed into good. The way they go about it in this case is pretty dubious, but the underlying impulse isn’t a bad one. And Christian sexual theology, turning as it often does to the unblemished world of Genesis 1, often doesn’t deal very well with this. (I’ve been told that Augustine said raped female martyrs would be accounted virgins, which to me falls in the “honey, you’re really not helping” category.) I’m not sure what Christian sexual redemption in this sort of context would look like, though. Does anyone have any ideas?

June 29, 2005

It was bound to happen

Filed under: Miscellaneous — Camassia @ 2:20 pm

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June 28, 2005

The Joshua generation

Filed under: Politics and society — Camassia @ 6:26 pm

The most recent New Yorker includes an article about one Patrick Henry College, whose description in the table of contents reads: “The Christian feeder college for the GOP.” I thought, surely that’s being inflammatory. But going by the article itself it’s not really an exaggeration:

(President Michael Farris) founded the school after getting requests from two constituencies: homeschooling parents and conservative congressmen. The parents would ask him where they could find a Christian college with a “courtship” atmosphere, meaning one where dating is regulated and subject to parental approval. The congressmen asked him where they could find homeschoolers as interns and staffers, “which I took to be shorthand for ‘someone who shares my values’,” Farris said. “And I knew they didn’t want a fourteen-year-old kid.” So he set out to build what he calls the Evangelical Ivy League, and what the students call Harvard for Homeschoolers. …

Farris’s manifesto for the school, “The Joshua Generation,” embraces the Rove principle: the “Moses generation,” he wrote, had “left Egypt,” and now it was time for their children to “take the land.” … Farris told them at chapel recently that one day “an Academy Award winner will walk down the aisle to accept his trophy. On his way, he’ll get a cell-phone call; it will be the President, who happens to be his old Patrick Henry roommate, calling to congratulate him.”

I must have missed the revelation where God promised the U.S.A. to evangelical Christians. Apparently I’m not the only one:

(Professor Robert) Stacey, who has a Ph.D. in government from the University of Virginia, told me that he loved Patrick Henry, because the students “really want to be here, which is very satisfying for a professor.” He is an evangelical Christian, but he worries that his students sometimes revert to jargon they picked up from their parents, “that the nation’s founders just fell out of Heaven, that America is a Christian Nation, capital ‘C’ capital ‘N’. I want them to understand that these are myths, that the claims they’re making are superficial.”

Stacey’s class discussion on Machiavelli is one of the more entertaining parts of the article:

(Stacey) pushed the students to think about Machiavelli’s suggestion that leaders create fear to maintain their authority. He brought up the example of the federal raid on the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas, in 1993. One student asked, “Did they really represent such a big threat to our country?”

“No, but it unified the country, in an us-versus-them sort of way,” another answered.

Then Stacey moved on to Machiavelli’s principle that politics is governed by conspiracies and lies. “Come on, we know politicians lie,” he began. “This is a bit sensitive. How about our beloved George W. Bush? Does he deceive us with what he says in public? Does he lie?”

The students, who had been fully engaged on the subject of Machiavelli and Waco, were silent. Bush has been President since they were teen-agers, and the school newspaper’s editorials never deviate from the White House position. Finally, one student said, “No, I don’t think so.”

Stacey didn’t say anything. After a pause, the student said, “I mean, it would be nice if he didn’t.”

In any event, the school seems to be fulfilling its mission of bringing together homeschooled kids and Republican congressmen. Eighty-five percent of the students are homeshooled, and although it has only 300 students, it provides as many White House interns as Georgetown. The connection between homeschooled children and the political world struck me as peculiar, and the author seems to agree:

Patrick Henry is trying a complicated experiment: taking young evangelicals who have been raised in rarefied, controlled atmospheres and training them to become political leaders without somehow being corrupted by the secular world’s demands—or, for that matter, moving to the middle. There are already young, ambitious politicians who talk openly about their relationship with Jesus and still get ahead. Whether someone like Matthew du Mée could actually climb the Republican Party hierarchy is far from clear, however. And, if he and his classmates do succeed, the real question may be how their party changes in response to them.

Much as the students might admire W., they certainly come from a different subculture. One student asks a girl’s father if he could court here by writing an “eighteen-page single-spaced letter that began ‘My name is Matthew du Mée and I was a good kid.’” (I’m sure the father appreciated the consideration, but did he really want eighteen pages?) Another student broadcasts a nine-page email before the spring formal reminding girls to dress modestly. Nevertheless, there are still divisions:

Nearly every week, minor culture wars break out on campus. One student wrote an article entitled “Why Bono May Be a Better Christian Than You.” Another responded, in an outraged op-ed, that the band members “live like heathens.”

Hey, if you’re going to be a future leader of America you’ll schmooze with him eventually…

June 27, 2005

Hanging with heathens

Filed under: Arts and entertainment,Interfaith relations — Camassia @ 5:24 pm

The blog Sliding Back has only one post so far, but it manages to combine the subjects of my last two:

I couldn’t help but think that the movie made a very good case for 2 Corinthians 6:14. Anakin marries Padme when his Jedi practice tells him he cannot; Anakin is subsequently torn by his split allegiances, and consumed by his fear of losing her. In fact, it is this very fear that turns him to the Dark Side — given a noble but misguided hope that he might save her. Ultimately, it is Padme that holds on to goodness while he becomes disillusioned with his Jedi companions, dissatisfied with their teachings, and distanced from the moral center he once knew. He ends up betraying her and everything he stood for, and is left with only one word fitting him: lost.

Any Christians out there that dated non-Christians and can relate to this sequence of events?

I suspect the guy speaks from experience. But it made me think about the fact that I have been to some extent on the other side of that equation, i.e. a non-Christian dating a Christian guy. I don’t know exactly what they were thinking, but I get the feeling that because I was always a pretty mushy nonbeliever, it seemed possible that I would convert, or at least go along with the church thing. I have known couples where the latter was more or less the permanent arrangement. This is a bit different from the situation we were talking about earlier, which assumed that both parties were committed to particular religions. Of course, as Telford and the rest of the Duke mafia will be happy to tell you, there is no neutral ground when it comes to faith, so agnostics may be beholden to some problematic (from a Christian perspective) belief system — strict empiricism, Foucaultian postmodernism, or what have you. But, especially when you’re talking about young people (who do most of the dating, after all), it may just be that they haven’t really formed their beliefs yet. Lynn was right that this is where defining “interfaith” gets murky.

I never had the effect on my Christian guys that Chris describes. But the circumstances were somewhat different. Guy A converted after we were already seeing each other, and I think he wanted out of the relationship anyway for other reasons, so it never really created an internal conflict for him. Guy B, whom I described here, faced the reverse situation, since I basically nipped the romance in the bud. We continued to be close, however, and we had a lot of arguments about God, some of which I think did disturb him. At one point he wrote me in frustration, “You know, if you try hard enough you can persuade me not to believe in anything.” That brought me up short; despite the fact that I didn’t share it, I really didn’t want him to lose his faith. Thereafter, we stopped talking about it. The fact that I wound up in church anyway shows, I guess, that you can never really say when these things are finished.

Father of mine

Filed under: Arts and entertainment,Theology (other) — Camassia @ 11:04 am

I finally got around to seeing Revenge of the Sith this weekend (so for those of you who are still getting around to it, there are spoilers ahead). I feel others have done able enough jobs in the movie-review department, so I won’t go into the film’s artistic merits (and demerits). But it did strike me as a pretty good example of a point that we discussed a bit here: the hazards of an impersonal God.

The idea of “The Force” became popular partly because it seems to be what a lot of New Age and theologically liberal Westerners would like to see replace the Father God. This is understandable for a number of reasons, but the conflicts that Anakin gets into in the three Star Wars prequels seem to illustrate why Daddy God also appeals to people. One striking example is in Anakin’s birth. The Phantom Menace occasioned a lot of eye-rolling at Anakin’s “virgin birth” which Lucas seemed to have uncharacteristically ripped straight out of Christianity.

But Anakin’s origins bear practically no resemblance to the Nativity at all. There’s no Annunciation, no Magnificat, no guiding star for visiting wise men. In fact, when Qui-Gon questions Anakin’s mother about his father, she answers so evasively I half expected some surprise twist to turn up, like that she was covering the fact that she was raped by a Tusken Raider or something. As it is, all that the miraculous birth seems to have accomplished for Anakin was to leave him without a father. And so the archetype he’s playing here actually seems to be a fairly modern one, the Fatherless Boy Who Goes Bad. Being a real guy’s guy — aggressive, fearless and in love with fast machines — he desperately needs guidance on how to live with a Y chromosome, but never finds it. Obi-wan tries but is too young to be a father figure (he calls Anakin “brother” on occasion). Anakin then moves on to Palpatine, who is certainly old enough but has the notable drawback of being evil.

By contrast, if there’s one problem that Jesus doesn’t have, it’s being fatherless. “Father, I thank you that you have heard me,” he says in John 11 after raising Lazarus. “I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me.” Anakin can never have such conversations with the Force. When he seeks the power to raise the dead in this movie, he gets Yoda telling him to “let go of everything you fear to lose.”

Yoda’s counsel brings up the other effect of the non-theistic religion in this series: the Jedi, despite being the good guys, aren’t completely sympathetic. They are loyal to institutions — the Order, the Republic, democracy — but they’re highly suspicious of any personal attachments. And that’s not hugely surprising because the Force is never spoken of as bringing love, joy, compassion, or community; instead, even the light side of it is described mainly in terms of its powers. When Yoda tells Anakin to shed his attachments, it’s not at all clear what Anakin would get in their place.

In fact, at the end of the story Lucas himself doesn’t seem to buy into Jedi theology. What redeems Darth Vader in the end is his familial attachment to his son. The implication seems to be that Anakin’s problem wasn’t that he was attached to his wife and mother, but that he made them his whole world. I think that Lee was right that this was rather Augustinian, but the Jedi, unlike Augustine, regard family not as finite goods but as obstacles. Since the whole series is basically a drama of family reconciliation, the Jedi approach is narratively doomed. (It may be giving too much credit to Lucas to think that the prophecy that the Chosen One will bring “balance to the Force” refers to Luke bringing this human element into the unbalanced Jedi philosophy, but I wonder.)

Anyway, I don’t think non-theistic religion necessarily has to fall into these traps, but I do think Lucas put his finger on some important issues of our culture. The whole quest-for-the-missing-father theme surely resonates in a society where fathers are partly or wholly absent from a lot of people’s lives. And the scientific view of the great vastness of the universe, driven by impersonal forces, and the anonymity of the industrial age in contrast to the millennia of village life that went before, makes it seem somehow more enlightened and grown-up to think of God and society in an impersonal way. (Hugo wrote a good post about this here.) Yet human beings remain what we are, and Lucas’ tale can perhaps be a warning of what happens when you try to wish that away.

June 24, 2005

That they may be one

Filed under: Interfaith relations,Politics and society — Camassia @ 10:33 am

The discussion with Hugo about disappointing your parents morphed into a debate over interracial dating. I showed up rather late in the comments thread to talk specifically about interfaith relationships, and I’ll get to that in a moment. But first, read Rilina’s excellent response on the racial side of it.

One interesting thing I learned from my interest in anthropology is just how unstable ethnic identities are. They are constantly being created, blended, separated, and deconstructed. This is true even of “primitive” societies that most Westerners think never change: tribes like the Zulu, the Iroquois and the Sioux only came into existence after white people started chronicling them. “White” and “black” were not meaningful designations until the last 400 years or so. In fact, a lot of Americans don’t realize that we are creating a new ethnic group now among Latin Americans. Back in their home countries, they know themselves as black, white, Indian, mestizo, or mulatto; but when they move to the U.S. they join a strange new race called “hispanic.”

To me, this says two things. One, there’s no point in clinging on endlessly to ethnic identities, much less making idols of them the way people do, because they’re part of the mortal world bound to pass away. But on the other hand, it also says the “Bulworth solution” will really solve nothing. Even as old divisions pass away, new ones are created. In fact, some ethnic divisions are based on markers that may be extremely obscure to outsiders. I remember during the Rwandan genocide, Western reporters struggled to explain exactly what the difference was between a Hutu and a Tutsi.

So I agree with Rilina that interracial dating is morally neutral. It indicates that the participants are not racists, but that signifies an absence of evil more than a positive good.

But moving on to interfaith marriage. Hugo gained no support for thinking that this was a good idea, and in fact drew some ire from Jewish commenters who complained he was trivializing their beliefs. Hugo swore he’s seen it work:

I can’t tell you how many serious inter-faith couples I know who work very, very hard to honor both aspects of their heritage. I know what it is to go to synagogue on a Friday and church on Sunday and to believe both are vital. It makes for long weekends!

For my part, I questioned whether the success of these couples really indicated that anybody could do it, much less should do it. After a while I’m afraid I got a bit testy:

What about community? You still haven’t explained how a real community could be maintained composed mostly of people whose spouses’ primary loyalty lies with a different one. I don’t see how that could avoid becoming like a workplace, where people go to perform a task and return to their entirely separate personal lives. Is that what we want of church?

Jesus told his followers to give themselves entirely to him, and also that husband and wife are one flesh. How can you give yourself wholly to Jesus if you’ve conceded part of your flesh to another god? I must admit I’m mystified.

Lynn said immediately after me:

Interfaith marriage strikes me as a complex question – just what is interfaith, anyway? Some people are nominally of the same faith, but have such vast differences in how they understand it, that their shared faith might be more of a barrier in their marriage than otherwise. And some are nominally of different faiths, but see themselves as of one mind (and, really, people shift around freely as a matter of convenience across certain denominational boundaries anyway). Sometimes people start out in more, or less, agreement than they find themselves with later. And some differences imply significant differences in how you live your daily life, how you view the roles of husband and wife, how you make decisions about childbearing, etc. No one really looks at all religious differences with indifference in choosing partners; the Unitarian who feels fine about forming an interfaith marriage to a Reform Jew may be a lot less receptive to a fundie suitor.

This is true, and I certainly didn’t mean that you should dump your spouse if one or both of you converts. Even St. Paul advised such couples to try to stay together. But there’s a difference between accommodating such vagaries of life, and actually planning it out that way from the beginning as a permanent arrangement. And it’s yet something else to hold it up as a positive social good.

Thinking about this I remembered that a couple years ago, Episcopalian blogger Dave Trowbridge of Redwood Dragon blogged his courtship of, and marriage to, a nonpractising Jew. I realized it had been a long time since I’d checked in on him, and so stopped by to see what he was up to. It was very interesting, given what we’d been talking about, to see that he’s decided to become a Quaker, and cited his marriage as a reason:

In the meantime, my new spiritual home is also more comfortable for my wife Deborah, who, although she is Jewish, has attended Meetings from time to time since she was a teenager, and sometimes described herself as a “Quaker Buddhist Jew.” Not that the people of St. Andrew’s were not welcoming, for they were, warmly. Deborah occasionally even read the Old Testament lesson in the service–and we were married there in a lovely ceremony that combined the Jewish and Christian faiths without erasing or glossing over their separate identities and particularities. But anyone who has read the New Testament is familiar with the subtle, and sometimes not so subtle, animus towards Judaism built into it, and while a discerning reader can work through that, the structure of the Liturgy of the Word tends to throw it in one’s face. The Friends Meeting is a spiritual practice we can share without tension, and that’s important, for the two of us are, after all, “one flesh.”

For every couple Hugo knows that seems capable of being permanently bireligious, I wonder how many there are who find they can’t bear the tension and settle into one church — or no church. In fact, the more normal story that I’ve encountered in my life is that when two people of different faiths fall in love, one of them converts before the wedding. This is especially true since one of them is usually more devout than the other. (It was also gratifying to see Dave bring up the “one flesh” line, since I wondered if I was just being overdramatic.)

Another question I brought up earlier in the thread is what happens to the descendants of these couples. They obviously can’t go on keeping the family permanently in two religions, so they must either pick one, leave religion entirely, or develop some syncretic version. Syncretic religions exist, some quite successfully. But they are definitely different religions, not big tents that somehow embrace more than one religion at a time. Since Hugo normally positions himself as the more evangelical Christ-centered believer in his liberal-pluralist congregation, it’s weird that he’s advocating a position that seems destined to turn the world into a Unitarian soup. I can’t help wondering if there’s something else going on here, that I’m not quite perceiving.

June 21, 2005

Kids these days

Filed under: Politics and society — Camassia @ 7:05 pm

Hugo said he left PMC because he felt it was too strict, so I suppose it’s appropriate that since he left and I joined I’ve been playing his professional sourpuss. My tepid reaction to this post is the latest case in point.

As I said in the comments, my personal experience is coming to bear on this. When I was a twentysomething college grad hanging out with my peers in San Francisco, the challenge wasn’t getting us to play around but getting us to stop. We hopped around from job to job, city to city, going back to school, trying this and that. And we were nearly all horrible at managing money. My friend who lived on her credit card in Spain was perhaps the most dramatic example; but there was also getting your power cut off, running up debts, running out of food, and trying to withdraw money only to discover you didn’t have any. One friend didn’t even have a permanent home, last I heard from him, but engaged in a practice common enough to develop a name: “couch surfing.” None of this really harmed us, and we mostly learned our lessons, but that was precisely because we had parents willing to bail us out of real trouble. Blowing them off is not a good idea if you’re probably going to have to go back to them asking for help.

The consideration for parents wasn’t all practical, though. A lot of us actually liked our parents. The desire to please them does not invariably come from fear. Certainly I knew some people who had very bad parents, who were abusive or alcoholic. But those aren’t the sort of parents you can breezily tell over burgers that you’re going snorkeling instead of to grad school.

In a larger sense, though, this all makes me think of my master’s thesis, which looked at how the media perceived, and to some extent created, “Generation X.” I found in my research that the idea that generations should have names and coherent identities is a fairly new one. The term “generation gap” goes back to the 1920′s, when World War I sharply divided the Edwardian era from the Roaring Twenties. It was also about that time that the concept of “teenager” started to develop, thanks to the new phenomenon of mass high-school attendance. (See here for more on this.) And then, of course, came the uber-generation-gap — the one between baby boomers and their parents.

I don’t mean to say that youth shouldn’t want to change society. We should all hope that the generations aim to improve what they have inherited. What I object to, though, is the reformulation of youth rebellion as a new tradition, something that all normal and healthy people do as part of the growing process — as Loh seems to imply, that you should do it for no great cause, but just because they’re parents. If you don’t do it, in fact, you may be suspect. Coincidentally, shortly after reading Hugo’s post I read an article by Jonathan Franzen reflecting on his days in a church youth group (Philocrites has another fun excerpt here). In 1969, when Franzen was a child, CBS did a social documentary about teenage life in his hometown that greatly annoyed the locals:

The problem with “16″ was tonal. When Kuralt, with a desperate grin, asked a group of Webster Groves parents whether a civil-rights march wouldn’t maybe “sort of inject some life into things around here,” the parents recoiled from him as if he were insane; the filmmakers, unable to imagine that you could be a nice person and still not want your sixteen-year-old in a civil-rights march, cast Webster Groves as a nightmare of mind control and soulless materialism. “Youth dreams, we had believed, of adventure,” Kuralt voice-overed. “But three-fourths of these teen-agers listed as their main goal in life a good-paying job, money, success. And we had thought that, at sixteen, you are filled with yearning and dissatisfaction. But ninety per cent say they like it in Webster Groves. And nearly half said they wouldn’t mind staying here for the rest of their lives.” Kuralt laid ominous emphasis on this final fact. The most obvious explanation for it — that CBS had stumbled onto an unusually congenial community — seemed not to have crossed his mind.

Sandra Tsing Loh seems similarly disappointed with the young people in her audience. “Failing one’s elders is serious business and not currently in fashion,” she says. “These are times of great anxiety, and great conventionality. I see very few black armbands here today.” I assume she means black armbands protesting the war. The fact that she rolls this act in with trying out for American Idol under the heading of “failing your parents” makes me wonder how serious it all really is. And it also assumes that parents support the war, which is hardly a uniform reality in this neck of the woods.

In fact, if there is a general experience that divides the young folks today from their elders, it may be the experience of having parents. In December Mary Eberstadt noticed a trend that I’d noted myself, that rock music’s anger at parents has increasingly shifted from bucking against their oppressive rules to lamenting divorce and neglect. Telling kids to dare to disappoint their fathers assumes that their fathers are part of their lives, and haven’t, say, remarried and moved to another state. Perhaps one reason kids seem conservative today is that running around seeking self-fulfillment isn’t so much something rebellious kids do, as what irresponsible parents do.

Of course, as I said to Hugo, Loh seems to be speaking specifically to the experience of immigrant children, who often come from a family model rather like our own was when the whole generation-gap thing started. But it’s worth asking, are we really doing them a favor by handing them our cultural script of generational conflict? Are we liberating them, or assimilating them? And is there really no better way to adapt the family to the modern world?

June 17, 2005

All right, I give in

Filed under: Books,Memes/Games — Camassia @ 2:38 pm

I’ve been tagged by various people for this book meme, so here goes.

1) How many books do I own? Not sure. In the house where I grew up, there were probably a couple thousand books, and ownership was (with a few exceptions) collective. Some of them migrated into my bedroom and then migrated to L.A. with me. In my apartment there’s probably about 150.

2) What was the last book I bought? Not counting books I bought for other people, that would be The Politics of Jesus.

3) What was the last book I read? I just finished Jane Eyre a couple days ago. Somehow I made it to age 34 without having read it. But I’m glad I got to it, because it was good.

4) What are five books that mean a lot to you? I think this question is the reason I’ve been avoiding this meme. I don’t like picking favorites. So with those caveats, here’s what comes to mind:

The Riverside Shakespeare. OK, it’s really a collection of separate works, but I figure it counts as one volume. And my favorite part is the sonnets, which are even less book-like, but whatever.

Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. One of the few adult novels that I’ve read several times, and every time it brings more. The plot is a fairly basic love story, but the whole book is a minute and fascinating observation of a world that the Industrial Revolution was about to crush. It also features Austen’s best-drawn characters, in my opinion.

The Autobiography of Malcolm X. I haven’t been thrilled with the rehabilitation of Malcolm as a mainstream cultural icon, but it’s not hard to see why the book captivates people. It’s fascinating, appalling, and utterly riveting. So long as you keep in mind that it has a somewhat unreliable narrator, it provides a picture of American racial pathology (not to mention the American habit of spawning cults) that can’t be beat.

Spirit and Flesh: Life in a fundamentalist Baptist Church by James Ault. This is obvious to anyone who’s read my recent blogging of it. One of those books that helps put together some of the jigsaw pieces of the world.

– The Bible. Of course.

June 14, 2005

Bad medicine

Filed under: Religion and sex — Camassia @ 3:24 pm

Sometime last year, when I was still going to the Lutheran church, the local bishop asked my pastor to assess what his congregation thought about homosexuality. (This was in preparation for the report that came out later in the year, to general disappointment it seems.) I said something like, “Well, you can decide it’s a sin or that it’s not a sin, but if you get into the ‘reparative therapy’ thing I’m leaving.”

The recent flurry in the blogosphere about Zach, the teenager whose Christian parents are hustling him into a boot-camp-like sexual rehab center, reminds me of why. It’s actually not because I think categorically that homosexuals never change. It seems unlikely that they will, but some swear they have. And perhaps more convincingly to me, some things about myself have changed that I never would have thought possible. So I’m not going to try to dictate what the Spirit will and won’t do.

It’s the way things change, though, that seems at odds with this sort of rehab model. I remember after this discussion about conversion with Dwight I reflected that, whenever the Spirit seems to have done anything to me, it’s usually been when I’m not really trying or sometimes even paying that much attention. It catches me by surprise. And that makes sense actually, because my will seems mostly to just get in the way. If I’m sitting there trying consciously to control or eliminate some aspect or feeling, then like a Chinese finger puzzle it only grips harder. And if someone else is pressuring me, my ornery nature takes away even my desire to do it. Don’t try to change me to make me into what you want, or worse, to just make me normal.

The program Zach describes fairly screams of the quest for normal. It’s less like sanctification than a high-school clique gone berserk. Only listen to Christian music, the rules say — but that doesn’t include Beethoven or Bach. What, Bach’s St. Matthew Passion isn’t Christian? Or his Christmas or Easter oratorios? But I suppose Bach isn’t in the evangelical subculture. And the codes for dress, food, behavior, speech, and everything else seem bent on turning the subjects not just hetero, but into white-bread American conservative archetypes.

There’s no room for the Spirit to move in this sort of hyper-regimented existence. And there seems to be no contingency plan if it fails to work. Another thing I’ve learned from experience is that while some things may unexpectedly change, others stubbornly stay the same. The reparative-therapy movement has imported a number of things from the field of psychology, most of them bad, and one is a tendency towards hubris. In fact, it reminds me somewhat of the case of David Reimer, in which psychologist John Money was convinced he could train a boy to be a girl. Money comes from the opposite end of the politico-sexual spectrum as the ex-gay movement; and yet they share that conviction that one can unravel the mystery of a human being and turn them into whatever one wants. And the fact is, even though science has given people some tremendous powers, it just isn’t that good (or bad). It seems likely that such powers are just not ours to have.

This also makes me think again of Spirit and Flesh, since to a great extent the norms that this camp is trying to enforce are much the same as those of the community in that book. Yet Ault argued convincingly that the system works there precisely because it works largely in that same subtle, unconscious way. If you’re at the point of having to spell out the rules in such detail, you’ve already lost the battle. Those little social mores are the ones that kids pick up by loving, admiring and wanting to be like their elders. If they fail to do so, brutality is not going to help.

But Zach’s situation also reminds me of how the Baptists in the book were working partly against the institutionalization of everything. To them, God’s way of working is personal and interconnected; big faceless bureaucracies like the federal government, big businesses and the public education system are automatically suspect. And to that extent, I sympathize very strongly with them. In fact, this case is a good illustration of the perpetual outsourcing of parenting that’s been going on in the last 200 years. Between school, day care, summer camps, Sunday schools and all the rest of it, parents have come naturally to think that professionals will do a large part of what was once parents’ work. This is understandable in the modern economy. But it also means that children spend their days with each other in their schools while parents do the same at work, and so it’s not surprising that by the time kids reach their teens they and their parents often feel like enemy aliens to each other. Why shouldn’t they? They’ve spent most of their lives in different tribes.

And yet when the kid seems too alien — like Zach — the response is often more institutions, more reliance on outside experts, and therefore more alienation. Zach is, not surprisingly, feeling matricidal, and many of his commenters are offering emotionally gratifying but ultimately counterproductive words of support: “Start a fight and get kicked out!” “Your parents are psychos!” etc. And God only knows what “friends” are telling his parents.

Bringing outside experts in also often brings competition between experts and parents. Ex-Gay Watch highlighted the creepy rules telling the kids to be “open and honest” within the program but not to discuss “therapeutic issues” with their parents. That was, unfortunately, familiar. A therapist I went to in my mid-teens told me to stop talking to my mother about my problems before I brought them to her. I guess she didn’t want my thoughts already processed through someone else, but still, it disturbed me. (I did not obey.)

I’m not objecting categorically to using outside experts and institutions when children have serious problems. But there’s a structural problem here. I expect Zach’s parents feel as helpless as Zach himself, or they would not turn him over to the near-total control of strangers in such a way. There’s a desperate need for healing here, and I can only hope that the Spirit, ever the master of the unexpected, can effect it even where it seems impossible.

June 13, 2005

The landscape of the soul

Filed under: Personal stuff,Religion and sex — Camassia @ 4:08 pm

Amba wrote a nice response to my post about my parents’ divorce, in which she reflects on what her own marriage means:

Jacques and I don’t have kids, but the longer we have stayed together, the more I’ve had this weird sense of responsibility to keep on staying together for the sake of the other people in our lives who somehow count on us as a unit, a phenomenon. Friends we’ve been out of touch with for a few years have sighed with wonder and peace to find that we’re still together. A lasting relationship between two people becomes like a feature of the landscape in the lives of their friends and family. Starting out as a promising sapling, it thickens like a tree, becoming ever more solid and stout and trustworthy. People can rest in its shade. Eventually, it comes to seem as permanent and mythic as a local mountain’s silhouette against the sky. At times when the going got rough and I’ve fantasized about some other direction for “my life,” I’ve realized that my life is not only my own any more. The need would have to be imperative for me to destroy what has become a landmark for others.

Yeah, that was the idea I was getting at. And, given their reaction to the divorce, a lot of my parents’ friends felt the same way. It’s another thing that I didn’t understand at the time that I do now.

It also reminds me of an article Jennifer emailed me a couple weeks ago, in which Frederica Mathewes-Green argues that the natural purpose of sex is reproduction. Despite the fact that I argued the same thing on this blog recently, I actually disagreed with a lot of it. Some of her claims about animal behavior are off (chimps, for instance, do mate at times other than estrus). And she can’t seem to think of a survival advantage for lifelong marriage, so she claims its real value is in overcoming our existential loneliness.

That may be true enough in our society, but it seems like an uncharacteristically modern (for Frederica) way of looking at it. The real survival value of mating for life, it seems to me, is what amba described — that the marriage accrues an entire network of relationships around it. This would have been even more true in societies where the only real social structures were kin-based. Every marriage creates not just one relationships but a multitude of in-laws, meetings of his friends and her friends, and sometimes half- and step-siblings. If the couple divorces and marries others, all the relationships change. So even if the divorce doesn’t do anything to that particular couple’s kids, one can see how it would affect the continuation of the community and therefore the species.

Of course, animals don’t have to mate for life to form successful social groups. But it does seem to matter to human beings, maybe because every human relationship is unique. Animals like sheep seem to care about little beyond whether you’re in the herd or out of the herd, but people have fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, first cousins, second cousins, first cousins once removed, best friends, drinking buddies, mentors, and so on and so forth. We know them all, and remember our history with all of them. Like a snowflake, every little community crystallizes in its own particular way. And that, more than any cosmic isolation, may be what really separates us from the beasts.

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