Thinking about our forum on Sunday

Several entries down, you can find some of my sketchy reflections about sexuality. I encourage, whether or not you plan on attending the forum on Sunday, to think about what I’ve written. In some respects, Luke Timothy Johnson’s Commonweal article makes some of the same arguments, in more developed fashion. For me, trying to think about homosexuality inevitably relates to two other issues: How we approach scripture, and how we make moral decisions. Most people, most of the time, think that moral decisions are simple questions.  There is right and there is wrong, and scripture spells out clearly what is right and what is wrong. But in fact, we don’t do that, in our personal lives or in the church. Take divorce for example. We don’t have a problem with it. We accept divorced and remarried people as full members of our church; we recognize that while it may not be a good thing, sometimes it is the only option. Yet scripture is unequivocally clear that divorce is a bad thing, a sin. Jesus said it, Paul said it. Whoever divorces and remarries commits adultery.

Our experience, as a church, as a culture, and as human beings has taught us that the clear commands of scripture, in this case, are not the last word. Some Christian groups take other scriptural texts much more seriously, and much more literally than we do. For example, the groups who practice, or have practiced community of goods, because that’s what the early church did in Acts. There are groups that expect their members not to serve in the military because Jesus says “Love your enemy” and “Turn the other cheek.” If we come to a different decision than members of those groups, it is not because we take scripture more or less seriously than they. It is because we make different conclusions about morality and ethics than they, that we make a different decision about what it means to follow Jesus Christ.

But it is important, not simply to say, that’s their opinion, or they’re wrong. It’s important to examine how they come to make those decisions. I said in my earlier post that homosexuality is not primarily about the authority of scripture. It is about our cultural values and expectations. Divorce is OK today because we live in a culture that views divorce as acceptable. That wasn’t the case fifty years ago. We don’t think Jesus literally meant that it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God, because our culture thinks it’s OK for people to accumulate wealth.

We bring our values to the text, and look in scripture for arguments that will support our values. It is important that as people who want to be faithful to God we recognize the degree to which we read scripture through the lens of our culture. Instead, we need to allow ourselves to be transformed by scripture, rather than transforming scripture to make it of  palatable to our cultural biases. In fact, most of our moral and ethical choices are based not in scripture but in our culture’s values. Indeed, for the most part, we have reduced ethical and moral questions to questions of personal behavior, and above all, sexuality. Those aren’t the priorities of scripture, either of the Old Testament or of the New. But more on that some other time

Cats, cats, and more cats

Corrie and I have cats. Our first, known as the Magnificent Maggie Pie, joined us in 1990. She passed on at the age of 19 in 2003. Before she died, we had adopted two others, Margery Kempe, whom we found making a pilgrimage between two of the chapels at Sewanee crying at the top of her lungs (Google her to find out more about her namesake). When we moved to Spartanburg, we adopted, or rescued (from Fundamentalists) Thomas Merton (whose conversion we continue to pray for daily). After Maggie’s death, Bodhi (Bodhisattva) joined our family, adopted from the Buddhist Vihara in Mauldin. At Thanksgiving, 2004, Pilgrim (she of many toes) joined the family.

At that point, I put my foot down. I said, enough is enough. But this spring, as is probably inevitable, we began to see a mother cat with kittens in our backyard. By the time we mobilized, or decided that we would have to take responsibility for them; there were just two, a mother and her kitten. We were able to catch them, get them their shots, and now they seem to be becoming a part of our family. But really, six cats is more than enough. The mother, whom we’ve named Junia (read Romans 16) is all black except for three white paws and a few white spots; the kitten, whom we’ve named Macrina (you can Google her too, to find out why we found this name appropriate) is all black. They seem to be adjusting to life indoors, and with four other cats, but if the perfect home were to come forward, we might consider adoption.

What I love about cats is their contrary nature. They are deeply needy and dependent, just like dogs, but they don’t want you to know it, so they perform all kinds of rituals to assert their independence, but in the end, they will sit in your lap, and demand that you scratch their ears, after all. And one would think, that with six cats, there would always be one in your lap, but no, they must assert their independence. But one is sitting on my wrists even as I type this.