Constantine Rides Again

This particular post has taken me a long time to complete. That frustrates me to no end. On the flip side, I seem to find more evidence to lend credence to this article. It’s a Catch-22 that this post lingers, but I’m thankful for it, and soon you’ll see why.

So… to begin:

For the last 8 or 10 years of my life, I have been a card-carrying Republican.

There.

I said it.

Can we move on now? Please?

I’m here to tell you that there has been something skewed in the Republican party for awhile now, and since we’re looming closer to an election, I thought that I might address one aspect of where this party - at least for me - has gone off the rails.

I wonder how many of my brothers and sisters are able to recall the lengths that the our government and the media went to, in order to remind us all - especially in a post-911 world - that our president was a man of “faith”. There were images of the W praying. Everywhere. There were cameras rolling as the President thoughtfully engaged people (with that tell-tale furrow in his brow) on matters of God. Altruistic hugs and tears and touching words - all of it seeming to end with those three mantra-ish words: “God bless you…” Rumors circulated all over the internet about conversions that he instigated; some of the grist mill came dangerously close to calling him the Great Apostle of America.

Now, before I cause an uproar with any people of faith that somehow fell into my quagmire, let me just say that the intent of this post isn’t to judge the personal relationship that Mr. Bush may or may not have with Christ, His Dad, or the Ghost. I just want to jar you a little bit, and beg you to THINK before you go to the polls in November.

But first, a short history lesson.

(Unfortunately, there are many Christians who won’t pick up any book other than their Bible or other “approved” Christian literature (fiction, devotionals, books on daily living, prophecy, etc.). So there is a *vast* majority that will look at me with their own quizzical furrow when I mention the name of “Constantine”. And really, that’s a shame.)

Constantine was a brilliant strategist, a military might, and a political genius. He was also a Roman emperor in the early 4th century. The following quote is from Bruce Shelley’s book, “Church History in Plain Language“:

“Upon the death of Galerius (one of the reigning emperors at the time of Constantine’s succession), a struggle for imperial power broke loose. In the spring of 312, Constantine, the son of Constantius Chlorus, advanced across the Alps to dislodge his rival Maxentius from Italy and to capture Rome. It was a daring gamble; and when he came upon his militarily superior enemy at the Milvian Bridge, just outside the walls of Rome, he turned for help to the God of the Christians. In a dream he saw a cross in the sky and the words, ‘In this sign conquer.’ This convinced him to advance. When on 28 October 312 he achieved his brilliant victory over the troops of Maxentius, Constantine looked upon his success as proof of the power of Christ and the superiority of the Christian religion.

 

Some historians have considered Constantine’s ‘conversion’ a purely political maneuver. Plenty of paganism remained. He conspired; he murdered; he even retained his title Pontifex Maximus as head of the state religious cult.”

What Shelley doesn’t mention here is this: Constantine needed to muster some serious troops, and fast. He was outgunned and outwitted by his old nemesis, Maxentius. Realizing that he was in a territory populated with Christians apathetic to the Empire - after all, the Empire was the source of so much of their persecution - that quick military mind devised a fairly clever scheme: if he could just rally the Christians that surrounded him, he just might have a chance of defeating Maxentius. But how? Knowing from his experiences at court - that Christians were a “miracle-inspired” bunch - Constantine dredges up the most polarizing symbol of the early church: the Cross, and declares that it came to him in a vision, with the words “In Hoc Signe Vinces” -  translated from the Latin: “IN THIS SIGN, CONQUER”.

And thus ends this little history lesson. The application?

In commentary that first appeared on his blog on August 16, 2007, Bill Moyers candidly spoke out against a different Texan than his usual target. This one? Karl Rove. But why is this relevant to our discussion about Constantine? I encourage you to read Moyers’ short commentary.

However, to briefly summarize:

Moyers postulates that Rove is at best (and by his own admission), an agnostic. The once great saint of the current administration may not even have a relationship with God:

“At his press conference this week he asked God to bless the President and the country, even as reports were circulating that he himself had confessed to friends his own agnosticism. He wished he could believe, but he cannot. That kind of intellectual honesty is to be admired, but you have to wonder how all those folks on the Christian right must feel discovering they were used for partisan reasons by a secular skeptic, a manipulator.” (emphasis mine)

Now, if you were a conservative Christian in 2000, and again in 2004, you knew that you had one responsibility: no matter what, George W. Bush had to be elected. And how did you get that message? Why, he was the “Christian” candidate! How else could right-wing conservatism hope to beat Al Gore, who was riding the tide of happy liberalism? More so, how else could he defeat even the oatmeal-ish John Kerry, in the midst of an “incursion” that was going poorly? Rove did what he knew best (again, as hypothesized by Moyers - this practice of appealing to the faithful got Bush elected twice to the Governor’s office in Texas) - pander to the Christians, make GW the next American Constantine, and know that if he played his cards right, and flew that Cross up when it was necessary, victory was destined to be sweet.

Did it work? History will be a better judge than I could ever hope to be. It sure seems like it though. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been left with that just-sucker-punched-in-the-stomach feeling. We’ve been had. And, as it’s destined to do, history is repeating itself.

Go back, review the footage and see if the things that John McCain says - the nominee that the religious right is propping up now (when just a scant few months ago, he was scorned by that same crowd!) - match what you as a person of faith WANT to hear.

Then ask yourself: Is this the heartfelt opinion of a man who is truly passionate about his faith, or is this the political maneuvering of yet another statesmen who understands, “In this sign, Conquer?”

“We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again!
” - The Who, “Don’t Get Fooled Again”

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Sunday Morning Adventures

So.

Which is the more “spiritual”? Is it:

a) Going to yet another church, in the hopes of finding something that might resemble home?

OR

b) Taking the car-full of kids to Chuck E. Cheese really early, and letting them goof off to their hearts’ content?

I know. There’s no real comparison between the two. I mean, seriously - isn’t Chuck E. all powerful?

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My Scratched Glasses

Lately, I’ve been dealing with a problem regarding perspective. And it started with my glasses.

I’ve been actively wearing glasses since about the age of seventeen. And after spending years having to make the switch between sunglasses and my regular prescription, I took the plunge, got Transition lenses, and anti-glare coating, and the anti-scratch coating as well. It was ridiculous. I went to one of those 1-hour eyeglass stores. It took them 3 days. And $500.

About two months ago, the anti-glare coating started to scratch. And by scratch, I mean deep swirls and grooves making it difficult for me to focus on anything. I ended up with near-daily headaches, as my eyes constantly tried to adjust to my monitor, or traffic, or whatever it was just beyond the scratches.

I finally made an appointment to see an eye doctor - it’s been a few years since the last exam and all - and while I was waiting to see the doc, one of his assistants says to me, “You know, there’s a place just down the [insert major highway here] that can remove the anti-glare coating from your glasses. That’ll resolve about 99% of your problem.”

I made the quick decision to NOT spend a ton of money (that we really didn’t have) on a new set of lenses and frames. I went to a second eyeglass store and got the royal hookup. Not only was most of the anti-glare coating completely eliminated, but the optician did the service (over two hours of work!) for free. I was blown away.

Christians in my life seem to have similar problems with perspective, and EVERYONE ends up with a headache in that scenario. Lately, this has manifested itself on the specific subject of suffering. 

Since making our move to Central Florida - away from “friends”, family, a successful business - literally everything we knew and loved - things have been difficult. And by difficult, I mean that painful question-your-sanity-on-a-daily-basis kind of difficulty. We took a fifty percent salary reduction because we were looking for a new adventure for our family - life, and the experiences that make it rich, are born and bred in risk. And we knew that we were taking a couple. One thing that we didn’t gamble on was the assuring words of an employer that STILL haven’t come to pass. My ability to make money is significantly limited by the mindset (which is neither good or bad) of the community I’m surrounded by.

We moved into a house that from the exterior, looked beautiful - no less than a dream - which promptly turned into one of the biggest nightmares that we’ve had to endure. It was infested with mold, managed by a woman who by all evaluation was clinically insane, and slowly sucked the life and happiness out of our entire family. Even the dogs. 

So, five months after our adventure began, we were moving again.

In the middle of all of this chaos, I found my biological Dad - I haven’t seen him in over 30 years. And at the same time I also found out that I have 4 half-siblings. In an unfortunate twist of fate, they all live about 30 minutes from where we lived before the Central Florida adventure began. 

Since this change in our familial direction, I’ve been betrayed by close friends (”godly” ministers), had my character driven through the mud, been financially and emotionally broken, and struggled with some serious anxiety. I even gave myself an ulcer. 

Now, you need to know that I’m not telling you all of these maladies in a bid for your sympathy. I’m just setting the stage, so I’ll beg the court for patience. 

I’ve had the Christian people in my life come to me, either casually or pointedly, to ask me one simple question: why don’t you give up and come home? “Aren’t you seeing the signs - God never wanted you to make this move, take this job, leave your friends, etc. Can’t you see that you’re suffering, and that your family is suffering along with you? You could alleviate all of this by simply coming back to your easy existence, back home!” If I only had a nickel…

Suffering.

That’s an interesting word. 

In the theology that I learned (remember - I’m just credits shy of that degree), suffering is the preferred path. Hardship isn’t an unexpected outcome - it’s the goal, and what’s even more disturbing, it’s supposed to be embraced. There are accounts throughout holy literature that attest to this very maxim - suffering is a stamp of approval, a symbol that a divine task is at hand. Regrettably, American Christians have been fattening themselves at the table of Burger King spirituality: have it YOUR WAY NOW. At the earliest sign that something might go awry - give up, run away, change course, lay down your arms, whatever. For God’s sake - don’t ever fight or resist or revolt against the lowest common denominator of the human persona (that sickly sweet pride that’s always maneuvering you out of the way of confrontation). Heaven forbid that you might just have to spend time working some shit out. It appeases something foul in my nature when I surrender to circumstances. It’s the poorest example that I could ever give to my children. And yet, this is the common “prescription” (if you will indulge the analogy) from those influential Christians in my life. They’re all turning into *those* people: the ones that expect you to come to church pre-cleaned, dressed in your finest, prepared to encounter God’s white glove inspection of your appearance - even if your life is hellish at the moment. Because that’s reality, right? Certainly, Jesus behaved the same way…?

We’re not tough anymore. We’ve gotten so flaccid and had our wills atrophied to such an extent, that we’ve become cowering shrews. No one knows how to fight anymore, and we feel that it’s our responsibility to warn others not to do so as well. There’s a God-given right, for you! Where are the people who are pillars of strength and possess a little fucking fortitude? Where are the heroes? Have we shouted them down with our apathy?

I don’t want to live like that.

The character of my kids is at stake every time I look “suffering” in the eyes. What kind of men will they be, if they only ever saw their Dad back away from the most important fights? I shame my boys and my responsibility to parent them to be dreamers when I exit the battle when I should be sharpening swords. We spend an entire lifetime creating our perspective, without ever engaging ourselves enough to consider the implications of looking at life through that perspective (could we ever admit to being wrong?), and rarely - if ever - considering the perspective of the God who gave us life.

Our lives are lived in a valley of perspectives. Yours, mine, and the truth.

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Back after a long sabbatical.

As ridiculous as this is going to sound, I took the month of June off to finish teaching my course for this semester. It took all that I had to write  quizzes, and the final, and grade research papers. 

My goal is to get to one post a week. So, here’s the inaugural post for July. I’d love to hear from you!

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A Momentary Break.

I’m taking a break from our “Enough” conversation, just to comment on an article that is in this month’s issue of Rolling Stone. Before you continue reading this post, you MUST read this article.

OK. I’ll assume that you read the article. I know that it was long, but hey, this is journalism at work. 

I think that this article is a FANTASTIC read. I can see my all of my previous pastors cringing as I write that. Just realize - some of the people that the author references in this article are some of the loudest voices in the Christian right. You know, the voice of modern “American” Christianity. That’s some scary shit. 

Now, I’ve been ambiguous about where I stand on the issue of God, and just as importantly, Jesus and His peeps. For the now, I’m playing that hand close to the chest. But I will say this:

If the goal of American Christians (and that in and of itself is a caveat) is to be taken seriously by the rest of the surrounding culture, here’s a simple suggestion.

DON’T gravitate towards loud-mouthed, über-charismatic, popularity-driven, self-absorbed assholes to be your mouthpieces. John Hagee and his ilk, the Jerry Falwell’s of the world, the Dobson’s, and the Kennedy’s (and the others closer to home - you know who you are) - these people shouldn’t define your faith, your politics, your worldview, your convictions. As the Apostle Paul said, words (and actions) enacted without being infused by God’s love are W to the O to the R to the T to the H to the LESS. How is it that so many Christians claim such strict adherence to their holy writ, and know nothing of its implications? Completely fucking befuddles me.

Oh, I guess I should have warned you beforehand. I drop f-bombs like hand grenades. 

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I’m amazed at the people I find where I live…

When Jesus cares to send the very best, He sends this guy.

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Enough, Part Two

Since I made my first post, I’ve had some time to think about the reasonable explanation (from a purely human perspective) why evil things happen for seemingly no acceptable reason. And from a human perspective, it’s pretty clear to me that you’re only left with three options:

1. The “Deists” were right all along. God is only waiting for the timer to sound, signaling the end of life as we know it.

2. The Atheists were right all along. God doesn’t even exist, and when really good shit or really bad shit occurs, we have no one to thank or curse but ourselves and the universe we dwell in.

3. God is intentionally allowing (or causing) wicked things to happen because He’s really up to no good at all, again, at least according to our perspective.

As a reminder, my assessment is only from the human perspective.

But what if we were able to “divine” God’s perspective? What if we were able to reach out into the bleak unknown and find something tangible and explicit?

That’s what I’m looking for.

Why?

Because I don’t believe that we’re “it”. And when I say that, I mean that I don’t believe that the buck stops with us. I don’t believe that we are an arbitrary happenstance, or a whim. And if we aren’t arbitrary, if our existence has some bigger purpose, if our lives matter for something… well, then “something” is tending to the minutiae. Or “someone“.

The conversation continues…

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Enough, Part One

It’s been a disastrous few weeks, and we have the pictures to prove it.

Etched into the global consciousness is one image after another, detailing the horror of Myanmar and China.  We have cumulative death tolls as the punctuation to so many conversations.

This is shock and awe.

In the midst of this, there is the deep theological question that has to be asked: Where is God? It was the same question that most people asked after the Towers fell, after Katrina, after Bangladesh. Has He left the building? Are we unattended? Is He, as some “Deists” would describe, a blind watchmaker, that wound the world like a pocket-watch, and simply walked away, waiting for the end of days?

And if we don’t ascribe to that definition of Who He is, but rather think the reverse - that He is personal, involved, compassionate and explicit - then how is it that He allows for such suffering in the very things He created?

I’m open to a conversation.

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