Monday, June 27, 2011

My Wild Goose Report (Best 4 Days in Years!)

(First Published in the Huffington Post)

By Frank Schaeffer

I just got home from the 4-day Wild Goose Festival held in Shakori Hills, N.C. Peeing in the woods at night was better than using the porta potties and when the breeze died down it was hot and humid. But with a beer tent, old friends from the UK to drink with and a three-hour lunch with Jim Wallis and his stunningly wonderful wife Joy plying us with paper cups full of wine as we talked -- what's not to love?

Gareth Higgins (who invited me and was a founding organizer of the festival), Tony Jones, Jim Wallis, Fr. Richard Rohr, Brian McLaren, Scott Teems, Anna Clark, Vincent Harding, Diana, Butler Bass, Samir Selmanovic, Paul F. Knitter and 30 or so other progressive religious (or sort of religious, or mostly religious, or almost religious) writers, authors, whatever, spoke. Richard Rohr gave a fantastic talk on human character development. Jim Wallis called us movingly, sanely well to organize, march and provide the wind behind Obama's sails in order to change his priorities from war to education, compassion and justice. I did my bit introducing my new book, "Sex, Mom, and God: How the Bible's Strange Take on Sex Led to Crazy Politics -- and How I Learned to Love Women (and Jesus) Anyway," and people seemed to like what I said, so that was nice.

The promo material said Wild Goose would be "transformational" and it was. I discovered my new favorite singer songwriter there -- the sublime Lydia Ruffin and her album The Feast of Life. Many if not most of the 1,200 or so of us were/are renegades, rejects and runaways from one or another sort evangelical background. The rest of us were between the ages of newborn to 12, so for every "grownup" there were two kids, a happy mix that provided a blur of painted faces, balloons and laughter. Music was the soundtrack echoing through the woods, past horse barns and farms.


We understood each other, understood why it was a big deal that some of us were gay, open and happy in spite of everything, understood why some of us still wanted to follow Jesus, even though the world we came from -- far right, hate-and-fear-driven wacko religion -- had done its best to turn Jesus into Attila the Hun and/or Michele Bachmann.

There was something new going on at Wild Goose: no separation of the "famous" speakers and authors, we "stars" and performers and the "ordinary" people who'd come to hear us. We all just milled around under the stars and giant oaks in the same space. McLaren slept in a tent. Tony Jones invited everyone to his RV. Sure, Jim Wallis and Brian McLaren were followed by their readers/groupies. But so what? There was no "green room" or other places to be hustled off to while people waited in line, because there were no lines, just us. We all stood in the same lines buying a slice or singing hymns in the beer tent. For four days we lived on a level playing field.

I did my two talks, but spent most of each day -- from 8 a.m. to past midnight -- talking to old friends, and new acquaintances, from all over the U.S. (and places like New Zeeland, too) about why I still believe in God, even though I don't most of the time. And the odd thing is that that nonsensical paradoxical phrase -- belief through doubt -- made sense to them, because you have to have been there, done that escaping from a religious background to "get" it, and they did.

Wild Goose Festival is going to grow into the largest, best run, most dynamic religious happening in the U.S. There are lots of smart spiritually hungry people with their eyes open.

Next year, be there. And if you're an atheist, agnostic, whatever, you'll like it too because you'll be amongst those rare sort of religious people who will admit that we're all in the same boat and that certainty is a killer and humility is all that works, if, that is, you want to live and let live instead of using ideas as weapons.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Daily Beast Reviews "Sex, Mom and God"

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The Christian-Right Whistleblower

Former evangelical celebrity Frank Schaeffer says they are anxious, terrified, and obsessed with sex. His new book details his parents’ bedroom exploits—and why most leaders are guilty of hypocrisy.

Frank Schaeffer saw the birth of the religious right from the inside. His father, the brilliant Presbyterian theologian Francis Schaeffer, was the intellectual father of the movement. He channeled the countercultural spiritual yearnings of '60s-era Jesus Freaks into the right-wing movement that now dominates the Republican Party. It was Schaeffer who first led evangelicals to mobilize against abortion, for many years ignored as primarily a Catholic concern. His three-party documentary, How Should We Then Live?. which Frank produced, inspired a whole generation of evangelicals into politics, including Michele Bachmann, who cites it as a formative influence. As his son, Frank was a conservative Christian celebrity in his own right, keynoting the Religious Broadcasters Convention and the Southern Baptist Convention.

Now, though, he has a new message. The Christian right, he says, is fundamentally motivated by an anxious, terrified obsession with sex, an obsession that once drove him as well. “Since the 1970s, the American culture wars have revolved around a fear of sex and women no less insane and destructive than any horror story to come out of Afghanistan,” he writes in his intriguing if hyperbolic new book,Sex, Mom and God.

Of course, to many critics of the religious right, Schaeffer’s argument is a truism. To sympathizers of the movement, it will probably seem, at best, condescending and simplistic. But his privileged view of the Christian right’s sexual weirdness makes his account particularly interesting, and helps explain why the aggressively pious so frequently destroy themselves with sex scandals.

Sex, Mom and God is actually Schaeffer’s second memoir about his odd hothouse coming of age. His first, 2007’s Crazy for God: How I Grew Up as One of the Elect, Helped Found the Religious Right, and Lived to Take All (or Almost All) of It Back, was built around his larger than life father. This one is centered on his adored, paradoxical mother, Edith Schaeffer, an author who wrote books for Christian women like The Hidden Art of Homemaking. Edith was a fascinating character, at once a strict fundamentalist and a sophisticated, warm-hearted aesthete. “Mom was a much nicer person than her God,” Schaeffer writes.

Frank Schaeffer

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Their household was far from what one would imagine as a seat of evangelical royalty. His parents had gone to Switzerland in the late 1940s as missionaries, and in 1955, Francis Schaeffer founded L’Abri—French for “The Shelter”—a Christian community that was part fundamentalist compound, part intense intellectual salon, and part hippie commune. Growing up there, Frank Schaeffer wrote in Crazy for God, “it was not unusual to find myself seated across the dining room table from Billy Graham’s daughter or President Ford’s son, or even Timothy Leary.”

While the Schaeffers promulgated an austere Calvinist theology, they were also art-loving sensualists who holidayed by the sea in Portofino, Italy. (Edith would instruct young women, “[A]lways remember that there’s no reason that Real Christians can’t look like Vogue models!”) In his son’s telling, Francis Schaeffer was a man given to terrible rages who regularly hit his wife. He was also sexually voracious. The book’s creepiest passages feature Edith regaling her young son with the details of her sex life. “Your father demands sexual intercourse every single night and has since the day we married because he doesn’t want to end up like King David!” she announces, telling him about the patriarch’s sinful dalliance with Bathsheba. When Frank was 8, she showed him her diaphragm.

Schaeffer loves his mother a great deal, and reading his book, it’s not entirely clear that he grasps how wildly inappropriate her confidences were. Rather, he sees her fulsome interest in sex as a small rebellion against the fundamentalist world that she was born into. “Who was Mom as she might have been if part of her brain had not been crippled by her missionary parents’ indoctrination of her, just as the bones of the feet of little girls in China were once deformed by food-finding?” he wonders.

“Your father demands sexual intercourse every single night and has since the day we married because he doesn’t want to end up like King David!” [Schaeffer’s mother] announces.

Of course, there are always gaps between people’s private lives and public selves. But Schaeffer insists that among those who imagine themselves God’s elect, they’re more like chasms. “I don’t really know anybody on a big leadership scale in the evangelical world who I would say have survived a little scrutiny,” Schaeffer says by phone from his home in Massachusetts. “The mix of power, money and fame is noxious. When you add in that you are the voice of God on top of it, it’s the most toxic mix you can imagine.”

Part of what’s at work, he says, is a powerful elitism. For his father, using pornography was just a small personal vice, even if he saw the society-wide spread of porn as a harbinger of moral collapse. “What he would wink at individually or indulge in himself, becomes anathema when it’s part of a wider social problem,” says Schaeffer.

Having grown up around this sort of hypocrisy helps him to understand the endless parade of social conservatives who’ve been caught up in sex scandals. “What people don’t understand is they really mean it when they say society would fall apart if everybody did this. When it came to themselves, it’s OK—this is just my little personal sin here.”

But the alternative to hypocrisy—fidelity to impossible standards—has its own dangers. The rage of many fundamentalists, he suggests, comes from a Sisyphean struggle against the body’s demands. “You must ‘stand against all compromise’; you must hate every ‘deviation’ because you are in a constant battle with temptation,” he writes. “Maybe your temptations lead you to question what you say you believe…So you don’t open a door to doubt; rather, you just yell all the louder to drown out the nagging thought that you may, after all, be no better than anyone else and may be just as ‘Lost’ as the next guy.


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Ive read a couple of pieces by this author- and it strikes me that she doesnt really understand Fundamentalist Christians- She prefers to think of Christians as more homogenous than they really are.
Her piece on Michelle Bachman describes how two women "try to talk to" the politician while she is in the restroom- then portrays Bachmans response as somehow hysterical- sort of glossing over the distinct possibility that Bachman might be taking a dump or something like that and might not want two lesbians to "try to talk to" her about politics in such a private setting.
In this piece she seems to find it hypocritical that someone can be both a fundamentalist Christian and somehow be comfortable discussing their sexuality to a degree not in sync with Ms Goldberg's idea of what is acceptable.
Some guys mom showing him her diaphragm and discussing their sex life in terms of frequency might be shocking to Ms Goldberg- but I dont see a thing wrong with a parent, in certain contexts might make a similar decision as a means of instructing a young person on birth control. I dont automatically see hypocrisy in such a situation and find Goldbergs impromptu moralizing on it to be a little wack.
I grew up in the bible belt, went to church three or more times a week for much of my upbringing and can honestly say that, while I am secular now, Fundamentalists are not so easily stereotyped - our household was quite open and what Ms. Goldberg would call "wildly inappropriate" - that didnt make them hypocrites- many fundamentalists posit that sin is sin- its all simply a propensity to miss the mark, make mistakes, and it typically presents itself in similar guises over and over again. Many Christians are indeed assholes or hypocrites- like many secular people- but also many Christians will tell you - they are subject to the same desires many of us have less of a problem with- they just believe that forgiveness is possible and every day is a new chance to live a better life. Pretty simple at its core.
but this gotcha ism Ms Goldberg displays towards religious right is just ordinary bigotry in the middle of otherwise mainstream journalistic style. A bigot is a bigot- if Ms.Goldberg wants to slam the Christian right- if thats the thrust of her work- she should go ahead and get to know them better and try to be more objective- or at least just admits she's a simple hater. I dont support Bachman, or have any interest in the agenda of the Christian Right- but I also dont like ignorant sounding bias coming from people who should be smarter than that.