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Don’t blame Al Mohler, it was all God’s idea

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James Petigru Boyce in Confederate uniform

By Alan Bean

It is hard to believe that two full decades have passed since R. Albert Mohler ascended to the presidency of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky.  To celebrate this momentous occasion, the seminary has produced a twenty-five minute documentary documenting the heroic stand Dr. Mohler took against the progressives and liberals who controlled the seminary prior to his arrival.

Earlier this morning I posted a video by Chimamanda Adichie, a Nigerian storyteller.  It’s a TED talk delivered in Oxford, England.  Adichie says that when we limit ourselves to one story about a person or a people, no matter how well-researched and compelling, we are bound to get almost everything wrong.  The truth emerges from many stories; one story, taken alone, will always be a lie.

Southern Seminary’s celebratory documentary is, without apology, a single story.  It is not surprising that none of the “progressive” or “liberal” professors who once marred the heritage of James Petigru Boyce, the seminary’s founder, were asked to comment.  The only representatives from this apostate assemblage are Dianna Garland and Molly Marshall, the only women who appear in the documentary.  Dr. Mohler, we are told, courageously forced these women to resign their teaching positions in the face of overwhelming outrage.

The documentary doesn’t obscure the fact that nobody supported the president’s draconian behavior.  Louisville’s Courier-Journal took editorial exception to Mohler’s tactics. The student body and all but four professors were adamantly opposed.  Virtually no one associated with the pedagogical process at the school agreed with Al Mohler, and yet he stuck to his guns.

What is a seminary?  The flesh and blood people who currently walk the halls, offices and classrooms, or the tiny band of slavery-endorsing Confederate Calvinists who founded the school in 1859?  According to the documentary, the answer is neither.  The seminary is defined by the Abstract of Principles penned by Basil Manly Jr., who combined bits and pieces from a number of Baptist confessions into a single document.

Professors Garland and Marshall signed the Abstract in good faith.  They interpreted the document in one way; Dr. Mohler interpreted it very differently.  Mohler’s interpretation prevailed because he had the support of the conservative movement and they didn’t.  It was sumple power politics.  Many stories were reduced to a single narrative by brute force and the seminary was saved.

The documentary doesn’t trouble itself with the fact that almost half of the folks voting at the the denominations annual convention showdowns opposed the spirit of the conservative movement.  It didn’t matter.  A slim majority supported the movement, and that was all that mattered.

I wonder if the folks who produced this bit of hagiography are troubled by the fact that every single person featured is a white male?  I doubt it.  They could have lined up a conservative female student who attended Southern in 1993 and supported Dr. Mohler’s ascendancy.  There must have been at least one–Southern had 3,000 students at the time.

But that’s just the problem.  Women aren’t supposed to attend seminaries designed to prepare men for pastoral ministry.  Any female student studying at Southern in 1993 must, in retrospect, be viewed as a child of darkness.

The producers could have interviewed a seminary secretary, I suppose, but who cares what secretaries think?  The folks featured in the film are heavy hitters, men of substance, great minds.

If you asked Al Mohler, or any of the long list of white male worthies appearing in this documentary, why they don’t believe women should serve in positions of ministry or hold authority over men in any ecclesiastical capacity, they would tell you it doesn’t matter how they feel or what they think. They don’t personally have a problem with women; God has a problem with women.  He says so in His inerrant word.

If you could travel back in time and ask James Petigru Boyce why he wore the uniform of an army dedicated to maintaining the institution of slavery and the principle of white supremacy, he would likely say much the same thing.  It wasn’t a matter of whether the founders of Southern Seminary believed Negroes were inferior to Caucasians and thus fit only for the status of chattel property.  The founders didn’t create black people as an inferior species; God did that.  He said so in the same inerrant Word that, in the opinion of virtually every gentleman theologian working in the Southern states in the mid nineteenth century, celebrated slavery as the revealed will of God.

I have long argued that a preference for reading the Bible literally became popular in the South because it allowed theologians to trump the radically inclusive teaching of Jesus with select quotes from the Apostle Paul and the Old Testament.  If you start with Jesus you will never end with slavery or the systematic exclusion of women.  So you start with the handful of passages that appear to sanction your pet prejudices and then argue that, because the Bible speaks with a single voice, Jesus must have endorsed the virtue of slavery (in the nineteenth century) or the systematic humiliation of women (late twentieth century).  What’s good for the father must be good for the son.

A young Al Mohler with Billy Graham

What happens when the Christian faith is reduced to a single story?  In the mid-nineteenth century you get slavish support for the institution of slavery?  In the early twenty-first century, you get an all-white, all-male institution preparing pastors for leadership in all-white, male-led congregations.

If the men and women who taught at Southern Seminary when I was  student there were liberal in any sense, it was only because Jesus was telling them to grow beyond a rigid orthodoxy that relegated women to secondary status and a religious tradition that condemned the civil rights movement as thinly-disguised communism.

These folks loved the South, the Southern Baptist Convention, and the heritage of Southern Seminary; but their primary allegiance was to Jesus Christ.

I was surprised to discover that the documentary freely admits that Al Mohler had been dreaming of being president of Southern Seminary for at least a decade when, at the tender age of 33, his dream was suddenly realized.  The story of Al calling up his pal, Danny Akin, at an ungodly hour to share the exciting news that the trustees had offered him the big job is more-than-just-a-little embarrassing.  When young leaders are thrust into positions of great responsibility, aren’t they supposed to be humbled and awed by the enormity of the task before them?

According to the documentary, Al Mohler was thrilled to death to have been chosen “for such a time as this” because God, long before the foundations of the earth were laid, had ordained that it should be thus.  (Yes, it actually says that.)  Who is Al Mohler to argue with a God who ordains slavery, relegates women to the kitchen, and chooses thirty-something neophytes to lead a time-honored institution?

That said, we can only marvel at the wonders Al Mohler has wrought.  He has survived his critics.  He has evolved into the intellectual voice of conservative evangelicalism.  And it won’t be long before he will be celebrated as the elder statesman of the New Calvinism he now champions.

It’s always nice to see a boy chase his dreams and catch them . . . even if he has to ruin a few hundred careers to make it happen.

Remember, it wasn’t Al’s idea.

Leaks, lies and hypocrisy: the real meaning of Snowden’s revelations

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Keith Alexander

By Alan Bean

Glenn Greenwald reported this morning that NSA Director General, Keith Alexander is now insisting that newspapers must be forced to stop publishing leaks from the likes of Edward Snowden.  Apparently, Mr. Alexander is unfamiliar with the First Amendment.

Greenwald notes that German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, wasn’t perturbed by revelations that the NSA has been spying on millions of German citizens until it was revealed that her own personal communications had been hacked.  How very human of her.

The argument against publishing leaks is predicated on national security concerns.  In short, Leaks make us vulnerable to terrorist attacks.  But the NSA surveillance hasn’t been restricted to terrorists.  According to Greenwald, “Our reporting has revealed spying on conferences designed to negotiate economic agreements, the Organization of American States, oil companies, ministries that oversee mines and energy resources, the democratically elected leaders of allied states, and entire populations in those states.”

In other words, American leaders like President Barack Obama have been hypocritical, arguing that their surveillance activities reflect a dedication to international stability while behaving as if nothing matters beyond American self-interest.   (more…)

Al Mohler likes Mormon neighbors, but his God doesn’t

By Alan Bean

Speaking to a friendly audience at Brigham Young University, Dr. Albert Mohler tossed out a lede line guaranteed to raise eyebrows:

“I do not believe that we are going to heaven together, but I do believe we may go to jail together.”

It is hard to know which side of the comma in that sentence is the most disconcerting.

Why would the mouthpiece of conservative evangelical orthodoxy risk offending an almost exclusively Mormon audience by, in essence, consigning them to conscience eternal torment in the world to come? (more…)

Green religion confronts a blue-orange world

By Alan Bean

In a recent post, I argued that the lack of a clear public theology has deprived “messy middle” congregations of a prophetic voice.  Messy middle congregations feature a complex mix of theological and political points of view that cover the range from conservative to liberal.  Intimidated by the lack of a cohesive world view within their congregations, I argued, opinion leaders in messy middle churches have a hard time applying the Christian faith to the public policy issues of the day.  We can talk about family and personal relationships, grief, prayer, courage and a host of other issues, but we have nothing to say about immigration policy, health care, homelessness, poverty or the criminal justice system.  For all practical purposes, we have no public theology.

We can get a better feel for the messy middle problem if we shift from the familiar conservative-liberal divide to a more sociological model.  In the late 1950s, on the cusp of the civil rights movement, a psychology professor named Clare Graves devised what he called The Emergent Cyclical Levels of Existence Theory (ECLET).  The basic idea was that moral thinking is closely related to the practical problems faced by individuals and the groups to which they belong.

If you are an adolescent living in an impoverished urban neighborhood, the need for physical survival is all-consuming.  So you join the toughest gang on the street and play follow the leader.   Those for whom survival is the pressing need, in Graves’ system, live in the “purple” zone.

If you are the toughest gang leader on the street (or you aim to be), your big concern is controlling the homies who flock to you for protection.  This “red” level of moral reasoning controls our streets and prisons.

Organized religion enters the picture with the “moving away from” orientation Graves associates with the color blue.  Here, the pressing need is to distinguish between the anarchy of the streets and law-and-order stability.  The emphasis in blue circles is on being right, thinking right and doing right.  This means black-and-white, right-and-wrong categories.  The big question is who’s in and who’s out; who’s acceptable, and who ain’t.  It is also important to know who’s in charge.  A stable social order requires taking guidance from a long list of authority figures (God, your parents, your boss, your pastor, or the founding fathers).   Blue thinking flourishes in cultures passing from a period of social upheaval into a phase of relative stability. (more…)

When worlds collide: B.J. Smith gets his day in court

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B.J. Smith

By Alan Bean

I have been following the case of B.J. Smith for well over a year now.  His plight was brought to my attention by a member of Broadway Baptist Church in Fort Worth where Mr. Smith was once a member.  Like George Zimmerman, Smith is accused of using his gun to kill a man; only in this case, the shooting victim was carrying a knife and threatening bodily harm.

B.J. Smith is on trial because the two primary shaping influences in his life, the US Navy and the Christian faith, collided in the moments after Robert Fowler died.  The military taught Smith how to use deadly force.  Don’t draw your weapon unless you mean to use it, B.J. was told, but if you start firing, don’t stop until the enemy is no longer a threat.

That advice makes sense on the battle field, but in civilian life it can get a military vet into trouble. (more…)

Can American democracy survive the madness?

obama girl lincolnBy Alan Bean

Last Tuesday night, David Dewhurst called for Barack Obama’s impeachment.  Like most politicians on the right, the Lieutenant Governor of Texas sees Obamacare as a kind of socialist overreach, but the “high crime” topping his syllabus of errors is the president’s handling of the Benghazi affair.  Contacted by reporters, Dewhurst elaborated on his outrage:

I’m very concerned about Benghazi, in which all of the national news reporting indicated that live video was streaming into the White House.  That means that there was an overhead platform, probably a drone in the area. At least that’s what it tells me.  And for not mobilizing some response to protect the ambassador and those three Americans is just outrageous to me. Just outrageous.”

It probably wouldn’t interest the Lieutenant Governor to learn that the “live feed theory” was debunked months ago.  Calling for Obama’s impeachment has become an article of faith in southern state politics.  When you’ve got Tea Party candidates running for your job you can’t afford to be out-outraged.  If it takes false facts to gin up the required level of vitriol, Dewhurst will pay the price. (more…)

What kind of Baptists are we?

By Alan Bean

In the 1950s and 60s, the unofficial public theology of America was dominated by theologians associated with what we now call “the Protestant Mainline”.  A public theology makes biblical teaching relevant to the pressing political, economic and social issues of the day; it gives the Church a public voice.

There was nothing particularly radical about the old public theology, but it gave voice to the “Christian realism” then in vogue.  Management and labor should work out their differences amicably.  The solution to the “race problem” was understanding and forbearance on all sides.  Families and governments should live within their means. That kind of thing.

Those days are gone.  America has a new public theology.

Theologians and judicatory officials associated with “the old mainline” denominations are still making the occasional moral pronouncement, but nobody is listening, least of all the folks in Washington.  The new public theology is a product of the Religious Right and its central tenets are so well-publicized that there is hardly any need to lay them out.  Free markets are God’s way of solving social problems and nothing else works.  Ever.  The role of government is to protect the nation from its enemies and protecting the free functioning of markets from excessive regulation.  Because corporate America creates jobs and leads innovation, labor must bend to the will of management.  The new American meritocracy places everyone on a level playing field so accusations of racism and sexism are just whining.

The new public theology begins with economics, moves to politics and ends with religion.

I could elaborate, but you get the idea.

The partial shutdown of the US government is largely a consequence of our new public theology.  Obamacare isn’t dismissed as bad public policy; it’s heresy. The free market provides the best of all possible health care systems and anyone who thinks government can make things better has rejected the revealed will of God.  When doctrinal purity is at issue, compromise is impossible.

I know what you’re thinking.  The new public theology I have described is a minority report that fails to speak for the majority of religious Americans.  True enough.

But just ask your average twenty-five year-old what “Christians” think about economics, social policy and the Bible.  I suspect you will get something very close to the public theology I have described.  Young people might not buy this perspective, and they might even see it as inconsistent with the teaching of Jesus, but it is viewed as the standard Christian view.

Let me get personal.  I have two sons who are convinced that most Christians, at least those in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex, embrace the new public theology I have described.  Moreover, they see my take on Christianity (more on that below) as an odd anomaly.  “Dad, nobody else thinks like you,” they tell me.

I submit that this conclusion is common, even standard, among young adults.

This problem is particularly acute for Baptists.  “Moderate” Baptists can’t reveal the name of their congregation without appending a long list of disclaimers.  “I’m a Baptist,” we say, “but not that kind of Baptist.”

The new public theology is viewed as the normative Christian position by default.  Churches that identify with the Religious Right proclaim their public theology with vigor and without apology.  Everyone else in the American Christian community is strangely silent. Sure, our well-educated preachers have nice things to say about theological abstractions like justice, love, peace and reconciliation, but they rarely tell us how these virtues impact the economic, political and social life of the nation we live in.

Silence is considered the wise, nuanced approach.  “I’m not paid to tell my people how to vote, or how to think on policy issues,” preachers tell one another, “I tell them what the Bible says, and it’s up to them to make the application.”

But “making the application” is what theology is all about.  The Religious Right has the ear of the nation because they know what they believe and they spell it out for us.  They make the application.

Churches that limp along without a public theology become practically and morally irrelevant to the larger society.  They have nothing of substance to say to young adults who are eager (for a brief season) to devote their lives to a larger purpose.

Again, the problem is particularly acute for Baptists.  If you’re not that kind of Baptist, then what kind of Baptist are you?

Why have we lost our prophetic voice?

First, there is the problem of the “messy middle”.  Most congregations reflect the full ideological spectrum of American life.  A pastor preaching to a mix of conservatives, moderates, liberals (and a growing number of libertarians) can’t address social, political or economic issues in a substantive way without enraging and alienating somebody.

Members of messy middle congregations easily assume that “most people in my church think like me”.  But let real people start talking about real issues and this perception fades quickly.  Why force church members to focus on the ideological divisions within the body, pastors ask.

Having been a pastor, I fully understand the concern.  Job security is a valid issue.

Embarrassing theological questions emerge when we are forced to reckon with our diversity.  If we are all taking our cue from the same Bible and we’re drawing such different conclusions, who’s got it right and who’s wrong?

More likely, we conclude that the Bible doesn’t have much practical guidance to offer, so we’re all free to make up our own minds.  Diversity is hailed as the cardinal virtue.

But our loss of prophetic voice is only partially explained by the messy middle problem.  Here’s the deeper truth: we know what Jesus says about money and it doesn’t take a seminary degree to grasp the economic, political and social implications.

We can take refuge in complexity, of course.  The Bible is a very big book featuring a long list of authors responding to a crazy quilt of different circumstances.  There’s some stuff in Leviticus, Joshua, and Nehemiah that’s hard to square with the Sermon on the Mount.  Right?

Right.  But if we start with Jesus and the broad biblical tradition that shaped his message, the broad outline of a clear, prophetic theology is clearly discernible.

Our problem isn’t that the message is fuzzy; our problem is that the message is frightening.

If we take our cue from the Sermon on the Mount, the Lord’s Prayer and the Mary’s Magnificat where would that leave us?  Outside the camp, on the margins, numbered with the sick, the sinners, the poor and the desperate.  We’d have to ask where all these hurting people came from.  We’d have to move from charity to advocacy.

Worse still, our churches would be transformed from mainstream bastions of respectability to counterculture communities living on the fringe.

We might gain a prophetic voice, but we would lose almost everything else.

Hence our silence.

But the question won’t go away: if we’re not that kind of Baptists, what kind of Baptists are we?

In Memoriam: Herman Wallace

Tory Pegram, Campaign Coordinator for the Coalition to Free the Angola 3, reports that Herman Wallace died after spending three short days in the free world.  The state of Louisiana, fully mindful that Mr. Wallace was nearing death, worked overtime to ensure that he died behind bars.  Fortunately, the judge who ordered his release refused to bend under pressure.

The persecution and prosecution of the men known as the Angola 3 has always been driven by an ideology that consistently trumped the facts and the requirements of simple justice.  This ideology was theoretically motivated by “Christian” values; but the tragic racial history of the South was always the real driver.

I should note that Tory has served on the Friends of Justice board, and was an invaluable ally in our successful fight for justice in Jena, Louisiana.

Tory Pegram reflects on the death of Herman Wallace

This morning we lost without a doubt the biggest, bravest, and brashest personality in the political prisoner world.  It is with great sadness that I write with the news of Herman Wallace’s passing.

Herman never did anything half way.  He embraced his many quests and adventures in life with a tenacious gusto and fearless determination that will absolutely never be rivaled.  He was exceptionally loyal and loving to those he considered friends, and always went out of his way to stand up for those causes and individuals in need of a strong voice or fierce advocate, no matter the consequences.

Anyone lucky enough to have spent any time with Herman knows that his indomitable spirit will live on through his work and the example he left behind.  May each of us aspire to be as dedicated to something as Herman was to life, and to justice.

Below is a short obituary/press statement for those who didn’t know him well in case you wish to circulate something.  Tributes from those who were closest to Herman and more information on how to help preserve his legacy by keeping his struggle alive will soon follow.

With deepest sadness,

Tory Pegram

Campaign Coordinator

International Coalition to Free the Angola 3

Obituary for Herman Wallace

On October 4th, 2013, Herman Wallace, an icon of the modern prison reform movement and an innocent man, died a free man after spending an unimaginable 41 years in solitary confinement.

Herman spent the last four decades of his life fighting against all that is unjust in the criminal justice system, making international the inhuman plight that is long term solitary confinement, and struggling to prove that he was an innocent man.  Just 3 days before his passing, he succeeded, his conviction was overturned, and he was released to spend his final hours surrounded by loved ones.  Despite his brief moments of freedom, his case will now forever serve as a tragic example that justice delayed is justice denied.

Herman Wallace’s early life in New Orleans during the heyday of an unforgiving and unjust Jim Crow south often found him on the wrong side of the law and eventually he was sent to the Louisiana State Penitentiary at Angola for armed robbery.  While there, he was introduced to the Black Panther’s powerful message of self determination and collective community action and quickly became one of its most persuasive and ardent practitioners.

Not long after he began to organize hunger and work strikes to protest the continued segregation, endemic corruption, and horrific abuse rampant at the prison, he and his fellow panther comrades Albert Woodfox and Robert King were charged with murders they did not commit and thrown in solitary.  Robert was released in 2001 after 29 years in solitary but Herman remained there for an unprecedented 41 years, and Albert is still in a 6×9 solitary cell.

Herman’s criminal case ended with his passing, but his legacy will live on through a civil lawsuit he filed jointly with Robert and Albert that seeks to define and abolish long term solitary confinement as cruel and unusual punishment, and through his comrade Albert Woodfox’s still active and promising bid for freedom from the wrongful conviction they both shared.

Herman was only 9 days shy of 72 years old.

Services will be held in New Orleans. The date and location will be forthcoming.

For more information visit www.angola3.org and http://angola3news.blogspot.com/.

 

What critics of Obamacare don’t get

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There is an obvious answer to this piece by Chris Arnade: Don’t abuse drugs and the problem goes away.  If that makes sense to you, read no further.  If you care about the woman in the picture because she is a human being, read on . . .

Ted Cruz and Obamacare critics clearly don’t get it

Opponents of reform don’t see how lucky they are to have easy access to healthcare. For homeless addicts, it’s a different reality 

Chris Arnade

The Guardian

Homeless drug addicts fall through the cracks in America’s healthcare system. Photograph: Chris Arnade

I arrived at 9am as planned, with $10 in my pocket and a sheet of phone numbers. Sonya was missing, her corner space now just a bed of cardboard, a bundle of dirty blankets, broken needles, and a Bible. Her kitten was gone, presumably given to a friend to watch, or maybe it fled, scared by the roar of semi-trucks only 10 meters away.

I walked the stretch of the Bruckner Expressway in the Bronx, New York, where she begs for money.

At 10am I found her leaning against a pole. She smiled, “I just need to get straight before I go”. I have learned the language of addicts. She was talking about one last hit of heroin before entering detox. The thought of being dope sick in a waiting room is just too much.

Nobody had drugs available this early; she had to call for a delivery that came an hour later.

Most of her veins are dry, shriveled from overuse. Except in her foot. She took off her shoes and asked for privacy:

My feet really stink, sorry, get all soggy in these shoes. Out here you can’t really wear heels.

I grabbed her small purse, once red but now black. Inside was her paperwork: an expired driver’s license from a happier time, a Medicaid letter crumpled and torn. I struggled to make out her information; maybe it was a letter E or an F on her Medicaid ID, maybe a three or an eight. I wrote down the different possibilities.

I waited in the car, calling different hospitals and inpatient programs that accept those who only have Medicaid. Most calls went to voicemail, doomed to become messages unreturned. Forty minutes of calling netted me three rejections, all the places were filled or needed proof of residence. I explained she slept under an overpass. They shrugged. Rules are rules.

Desperate, I called a place nearby, a place most addicts hate, a place with “nasty doctors and nurses who treat you like shit”.

“What is her Medicaid ID?” I repeated the numbers and letters. “What is her drug of choice and when was the last time she used?” I looked over at Sonya, still hidden in her corner, working on her foot. “Her drug is heroin and the last time is five minutes from now.”

They had a bed. She slept in the van as I drove, overpowered by a bar of Xanax she neglected to tell me about. She slept again in the drab detox intake room, filled with others desperate to be clean. The smell of urine and bleach was overpowering.

Ted CruzUS Senator Ted CruzTwo college kids were giving a lecture on healthy eating, passing out flyers. They left one on Sonya’s lap.

After an hour of confusion, she was turned down. Her Medicaid coverage had expired. Renewal letters never reached her patch of dirt she calls home. Sonya returned to her spot, coiled on the cardboard and collapsed into the blankets, the Bible under her head.

I have tried about 15 times to take homeless addicts to detox. Only twice has it worked, and only after days of navigating misinformation and filling out paperwork.

One addict was turned down after eight hours of driving from clinic to clinic, because they were not in withdrawal at the time. I asked what in the hell I have to do to help get an addict clean. A doctor, angry at his time being taken, responded:

Just drop them off sick at the emergency room. They have to take them.

I did that once, waiting amongst families with ill children, families who are forced to use the ER as their primary care physician. We waited five hours. It ended with the addict running into the street to vomit, sick from withdrawal, his pants soiled.

After dropping Sonya off, I drove home. The radio news was filled with reports on Senator Ted Cruz’s 20-hour marathon rant against healthcare reform, which includes an expansion of Medicaid to cover an additional 21.3 million people.

Ted Cruz has access to wonderful healthcare coverage, available either through his government job or his wife’s job at Goldman Sachs.

I also have secure access to quality healthcare, because of my prior job on Wall Street. Unlike Sonya, when I was battling a penchant for beer, I had many luxurious options: weeks away in a country estate or a private suite that offered family visits. I never went that route, but it was always available to me and others as fortunate.

I understand now, after so many frustrations and failures dealing with one of America’s most neglected and at-risk populations, how lucky I am to have those choices.

Ted Cruz does not.