Friday, October 24, 2008

Prof. Balmer

This morning, after the drive in (it was 48 degrees and raining hard), I had the chance to attend the Cole Lecture at VDS and to hear (and to meet) a scholar of American religious history who has been influencing me since I first encountered his book Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory as a college sophomore in the Fall of 1994. If you, like me, grew up in the South and/or in the Evangelical subculture, you have to read Randall Balmer. Just stop whatever it is you are doing at this moment, and click here to order this classic and brilliant book.

These days he writes as a "jilted lover" who acknowledges being nurtured as a child and sustained as an adult by an evangelical faith that, as Denise Richards might say, is complicated. Although I would not say along with Balmer that I am still sustained by an evangelical faith, I do find myself largely in agreement with just about every word that came out of his mouth this morning and most everything I have read in his recent book, Thy Kingdom Come: An Evangelical's Lament, about which he was speaking this morning and wherein he notes that right-wing zealots have distorted the gospel of Jesus, defaulted on the legacy of nineteenth-century evangelical activism, and failed to appreciate the genius of the First Amendment. He continues:

"[Preachers of the Religious Right] appear not to have read the same New Testament that I open before me every morning at the kitchen counter. . . . They have led their sheep astray from the gospel of Jesus Christ to the false gospel of neoconservative ideology and into the maw of the Republican Party. . . . I challenge my fellow believers to reclaim their birthright as evangelical Christians and examine the scriptures for themselves--absent the funhouse mirror distortions of the Religious Right. For those equal to the task, I suggest a form of shock therapy: juxtapose the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5-7), arguably the highest expression of Christian ethics, with the platform of the Republican Party. Would Jesus, who summoned his followers to be "peacemakers" and invited them to love their enemies, jump at the opportunity to deploy military forces, especially at the cost of so many civilian lives? How do we reconcile reckless consumerism and tax cuts for the affluent with Jesus' warnings against storing up "treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal"? Is the denial of equal rights to anyone--women or Muslims or immigrants or gays--consistent with the example of the man who healed lepers and paralytics and who spent much of his time with the cultural outcasts of his day? I suspect that when Jesus asked us to love our enemies, he probably didn't mean that we should torture or kill them. I doubt that the man who expressed concern for the tiniest sparrow would approve the systematic despoiling of the environment in the interest of corporate profits. Jesus calls his followers to a higher standard."

This is good stuff that gets to the heart of my own existential conflict with the religious experiences and worldview of my adolescence and young adulthood. Again, if you aren't familiar with Balmer, he's very much worth getting to know.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Friday, October 10, 2008

rednecks and las paletas

So the ride home's contemplation of Buddhist philosophies was blissfully interrupted when cutting across Belmont's campus I found this sweet special interest/swing voters bumper sticker apparently left behind after the festivities of this past Tuesday night's so-called "Town Hall Debate." I love myself some clever political bumper sticker, and I couldn't resist immediately peeling off the adhesive and applying it to the bumper of the bike trailer. What a find. One of the top 10 all-time road finds on the daily ride.


And still riding high off the euphoria of the bumper sticker find, we stopped-off at Las Paletas - the gourmet Mexican-style yummiest-popsicles-ever-place that serves up frozen sticks of heaven in flavors like chocolate wasabi, hibiscus, espresso, rice, avocado, and cantaloupe - for a celebratory afternoon snack. According to Ivy, it was lip-smacking good. As for Eden, he was simply mesmerized by something flying across the sky, as usual.

freedom and fear


So on the bike ride in this morning I found myself still thinking about something that was said yesterday in this Christian-Buddhist Dialogue class I'm auditing down at the Div.

"Freedom is not being afraid of any thing that passes through your mind."

The idea is something like this: as we cling to stuff "out there" - as we grasp for a world that is anything other than just what it is - we experience suffering (often manifesting as fear).

The point, you ask? It is this (I think): the clinging and the grasping are what create the fear and result in the suffering. It is not the thing "out there" that keeps any of us from freedom and love. It is, rather, the stickiness of our own mind that constricts our view and prevents our breath-by-breath experience of compassion, wisdom, and interconnectedness. Thus, liberation and lightness are possible to the extent we can take charge of our minds and empty ourselves of expectations, desires, and conditions for how we wish the world to be and, instead, embrace this moment just as it is, pregnant with possibility, potentiality, and power.

A thought for my bike ride home: "the world is as the mind is."

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

not even a handshake with "that one"? classy

mission accomplished

So I biked back over to Belmont around noon and guess who I bumped into . . .



Me and Chucky T. And yes, Shelli, Chuck Todd does talk Thai. Actually, he says to me, "Suit pants on the bike. Nice."



Me and the Congressman . . .



Mrs. Greenspan about to go live in the Hardball chair . . .



Jews for Obama et al.

i love this country




(click to make large)

On the bike ride in this morning we have some good news and some bad news. First for the bad: 1. We did not see Chuck Todd. 2. We were caught in a torrential downpour, and I was drenched. Completely and utterly soaked to the bone. The kids, as you can see above, rode in their usual carefree style. (Although I think it does get a little stuffy in there.) But for the good news: We saw a Johnston & Murphy "Shoes of the Presidents" exhibit under a tent. Wow. What an exhibit. What a piece of Americana history. The shoes of the Presidents. I love this country.

And what's more, Ivy had the nerve to ask the exhibit guy "who are you voting for?" Seriously. She asked. To which he replied: "same guy as your dad." (The bike has a bumper sticker, of course.)

I love this country.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

53 years in the making


It was 1955, in the Gator Bowl, the last time that a final score had Vanderbilt ahead of Auburn. Last night was one for the ages, as Vanderbilt improved on its story-book season to a record of 5 wins, 0 losses. The last time Vandy was 5-0 was 1943 . . . Tommy Dorsey was on the radio, FDR was in the White House, and the world was at war.

And what about the creativity of those Vandy kids. No, I'm not talking about the magic of back-up quarterback Mackenzi Adams who came off the bench to keep the dream alive. I'm referring to clever signage. I couldn't see it from where I was sitting, but when I got home and saw the highlights on ESPN, one student was holding a sign that said, "The Geeks Shall Inherit the Turf." I like that one.

But even better was a sign seen during the raucus pre-game festivities broadcast on ESPN's culturally iconic Saturday morning football show - GameDay. This sign read, "You guys are blocking the way to the library." That one is classic.

Although, more accurately, on Friday afternoon the GameDay set was actually blocking the route I take to cut across campus. But no matter. It was an epic weekend for Vandyball. Can anyone say "SEC Championship"?

Thursday, October 2, 2008

a Palo Alto day

I lived in Palo Alto one summer, and I swear, every single day was just like today. Crisp morning. Brilliant blue sky. Bright sun. No humidity. Slight breeze. Mid-70s. Seriously, this was every single day in Palo Alto. Here in Nashville, this is our reality on about 10 or 15 days out of the year - maybe 20. But today is one of them. I snapped the pic above while cruising across campus - which is buzzing - an hour ago.

Why is the campus all abuzz? Because tomorrow ESPN rolls into the Commons for a live broadcast of their GameDay program - highlighting the fact that at 5pm on Saturday the number #19 and undefeated 'Dores will be taking on the #13 Auburn Tigers in a sold-out Vanderbilt Football Stadium. Yes, it's official. Vanderbilt has become where college football lives.