My Stonewall Remarks: 40 Years Ago

40 years ago the silent voice of a community was heard in a riotous action proclaiming that they would no longer be silent.  40 years ago a few hundred gathered to give voice to the marginalization and systemic oppression forced upon them.  40 years ago a movement was born that we celebrate here today.

The most important thing to remember about movements is that they are comprised of people.  People with hopes, dreams, and vision.  People with love in their hearts looking for a place to store that love.  People with the right to be.  PEOPLE! Movements being and end with the people.  Movements cannot sustain the movement when it is boiled down to an idea.

I stand here today a leader in the Christian church.  I stand here today as a white, straight male. I am a part of this movement.

The Christian faith has been utilized in the disenfranchising action of the GLBTQ community.  We have demanded that you must give up your faith if you insist on keeping your love.  We have demanded that you remain silent in order to nourish your soul.  We have demanded that you have a place in the Kindom of God only if you conform to the narrow standards of dubious origins.  For this I am terribly sorry.

It is my hope that we as a church may offer reconciliation and love to our sisters and brothers for the atrocities perpetrated upon them in the name of God.  It is my hope that the beautiful voice of faith embraced by the GLBTQ Community may enrich the faith on communities across Kentucky.  The faith of a few transforms the faith of us all.  This is a lesson we may draw from the actions of those brave people that would not be silent 40 years ago.

I recently read a lecture from Kentucky’s proud son, Bishop V. Gene Robinson, titledWhy Religion Matters in the Quest for Gay Civil Rights. He speaks, “I believe that it will take religious people and religious voices to undo the harm that has been done by religious institutions…It’s time that progressive religious people stop being ashamed of their faith and fearful that they will be identified with the Religious Right, and start preaching the Good News of the liberating Christ, which includes ALL God’s Children.”

It seems that the harm, the damage that is being done is by us, the religious community, by us being in the shadows.  It is time for us to step out of the shadows.  I offer that as this movement progresses and the fires of the Spirit burn in the hearts of the many that we the religious community owe the Gay community love for the silence we offer and the isolation that we perpetrate upon you.  We the religious community owe you that scared space to be fearfully & wonderfully made.  We the religious community owe it to you to emerge from the silence and join our voice with yours and demand that WE shall not be denied the justice imbued within our hearts and souls because we celebrate the diversity of Gods creation.

40 years ago a rebellion began that we are honored to celebrate tonight and participate in today.  40 years ago people came together and would not be silent.  Tonight let us commit ourselves to not remaining silent.  Let us join our voice as we demand that Liberty & justice truly be for ALL.

Crying Babies and Broken Carpenters

            “The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them” (Isaiah 11:6).

            “Most people today, whether or not they believe in God, think that God is about power and that power is about the domination of others, through violence if necessary, just as human success is about wealth and career advancement and national greatness is about military triumph” (William Placher, Narratives of a Vulnerable God, 4).

            Bio-terrorists.  Bunker-busters.  Attack helicopters.  Speak softly and carry a strategically big stick.  It’s a dog eat dog world out there.  Don’t go looking for fights, but be sure you don’t back down from any either.   One of the chief criticisms of President Obama’s speech at the University of Cairo centered on his refusal to exercise power when dealing with a potentially hostile Muslim audience.  To admit past failures on an international stage is thought to be a projection of weakness.  The thinking seems to be that if we’re ever going to whip these Muslims into shape, we better make sure they know who’s calling the global shots.

            Strength.  Power.  Might.

            Look in a magazine to any advertisement for the good life.  What do you see?  Floridians on oxygen?  No.  You see young, tanned folks frolicking wherever it is that young, tanned folks frolic.  Six-pack abs and square jaws make it abundantly clear that it isn’t you who’s making the rules; it’s people named Lance and Margo, people with healthy investment portfolios and the appropriate degrees on the wall.

            We know what success looks like.  The images are ubiquitous.  It’s all about power; and we modern folks know where the power is located—and it ain’t located in Shawnee, or Watts, or Appalachia.  If you want to get anything done in this world, you’ve got to have the juice and you’ve got to know where to find it.  Which is why Christianity must always appear so weird to the world.  Christianity worships at the altar of a God who, rather than throw thunderbolts from the heavens, deposited a wrinkled bundle of skin in a feed trough.  How are you going to make that look good on Entertainment Tonight?  You wouldn’t last five minutes on Meet the Press with that strategy. There aren’t any sunglasses, no bronzing gel, no overweening paparazzi; there aren’t any thousand dollar suits, no power ties, no manicured hands, only a few raggedy, bottom-of-the-food-chain shepherds, and an assortment of livestock. 

            God became like us.  In a world of upward mobility, God always seems to be moving in the wrong direction.  And that’s why the incarnation is such a scandal: it is the audacious declaration that the God of the universe privileged weakness as the ultimate display of power.

            We thought that “God is about power and that power is about the domination of others, through violence if necessary.”  The gospel reorients our thinking to life in God’s kingdom by redefining power through reference to a new reality in which “a little child shall lead them.”  Our expectations of God’s overthrowing of the powers and principalities are always tempered by our memory that God’s greatest show of power is the power of restraint.  Retributive justice is what the world has told us we ought to give and receive, but God has steadfastly refused to give us what we deserve.

            Potency.  Force.  Muscle.  These are what we’ve come to expect are necessary to rule the world.  But God’s got different ideas about what it takes to run a universe.  I mean, after all, what do you expect from a God who can’t do any better for power than crying babies and broken carpenters?

Death, Where is thy Sting?

I was asked to participate in a service honoring Dr. George Tiller last Thursday. I wrote a little sermon to deliver there. I have included it here for your reading pleasure. You may find the Courier-Journal coverage here.

Celebrating the death of anyone is contrary to the Gospel that I read. Most certainly Dr. Tiller’s family and friends must be embraced this evening as we mourn their loss with them. The 55th verse of the first letter to the Corinthians reads, "O death, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting?"

This day the sting of death weights upon the hearts of those whom Dr. Tiller sought to serve as he protected the rights for all women to decide what they shall do with their body.

This day the sting rests upon the shoulders of those that speak out against the violence that claimed Dr. George Tiller’s life.

This day the sting of death cannot and must not be ignored. Let us embrace this pain, this sting as we gather here today unified against violence as a way of political power. Violence shall lead us all down a road to which there is no return.

The sting of death is real for us all, but the victory of death has no place here. There was no victory gained by anyone in the death of Dr. George Tiller. Left are a widow grieving the lose of a friend and confidant, a son that shall no longer share his life with his father, and us the mourners that chose not to forget.

There is this part of a verse from the prophet Micah that I love. It says, “…act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” This is a response to the question, “what does God require of you?” I think Dr. Tiller understood what it meant to answer the question in a profound manner.

Dr. Tiller gave his life answering this question, “what does God require of you?” For Dr. Tiller God required the total reorientation of his life. When George Tiller was entering the work force his life was transformed by circumstance. He lost his father, sister, & brother-in-law in an airplane accident. This gave Dr. Tiller a life’s calling. He took over the family business in Kansas and he raised his nephew. The nephew became a son and the family business cost him his life.

Dr. Tiller was not short on acting justly, loving mercy, walking humbly. With great compassion and mercy Dr. Tiller resisted the pressure to cease his mission to provide all women with options. Dr. Tiller did not retaliate when his practice was threatened or when his life was attempt to be extinguished. In humility Dr. Tiller mended his wounds and kept walking the path to which he was called.

There is a story that I am drawn to in this moment. It is a story by Bernard Malamud called, The Mourners. This is the story of Kessler a poor old man living alone having left this young family many years ago. He lives in a meager apartment. He is full of meager ways. He keeps to himself and a chaos surrounds him he remains clam…a non-anxious presence.

He has a quarrel with the tenement janitor, Ignace. Ignace spreads rumors and lies about Kessler. Kessler is pushed to his non-anxious limits.

Ignace punishes Kessler unjustly and goes to the owner, Gruber, and asks him to rid the building of Kessler. Kessler’s rent is denied and eviction notice is given. When Kessler ignores this and returns his rent once more a confrontation ensues between Kessler and Gruber.

Kessler is thrown out by force on to the streets. He is left in the harsh cold and rainy element. The tenement residents see this and bring Kessler and his stuff back into the building.

The final scene is Gruber full of anger returning to kick Kessler out again. He opens the door and sees Kessler on the floor a huddled mess reciting the Kaddish. Gruber’s response to this is to don the bed sheet as a mourner himself and recite the prayers with Kessler. For his humanity is gone, it left with the dignity he forbade Kessler in their dealings.

We mourn here today so that the injustice perpetrated in the name of God shall not pass without a witness. We mourn the death of Dr. George Tiller so that the threat of injustice shall meet the resistance of justice. We mourn today to answer the question, “O death, where is thy victory? Where is thy sting?" with the justice loving mercy that inspires us to walk humbly with our God.

Amen

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