“Love is All You Need (Domestic Abuse Unplugged)” February 11, 2018
Roger Ray, pastor
There's nothing you
can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing
that can't be sung
Nothing you can say
but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy
There's nothing you can make that can't be made
No one you can save that can't be saved
It's easy
There's nothing you can make that can't be made
No one you can save that can't be saved
Nothing you can do
but you can learn how to be you in time
It's easy
All you need is love
It's easy
All you need is love
I generally believe that
anything that can be put in a nutshell probably belongs there. The early 20th
century Supreme Court Justice, Oliver Wendel Holmes, said, “I would not give a
fig for the simplicity this side of complexity, but I will give my life for the
simplicity on the other side of complexity.” There are topics, even when they are
summed up nicely, that require wading into the weeds a bit.
That general warning
being issued, there is a t-shirt that I really like which allows the wearer to
proclaim to the world:
Love is Love
Black
lives matter
Climate
change is real
Immigrants
make America Great
And -
Women’s Rights are Human Rights
I could turn that into a
weekend conference with six lectures and three hours of music with a beer
garden. But these are conclusions . . . conclusions familiar to all of us but
most of them took us a while to get there. These are all important truths, but
we have to do a lot of convincing to get folks in most churches to wear this
shirt.
The conclusions are
simple and straight forward but the process of arriving at them requires
thoughtful analysis, critical thinking skills, and a willingness to accept new
information. And one more thing, you have to have the ability to hear,
understand, and appropriate the information and not everyone is able to do
that.
If I may, I want to
engage you in a little experiment. Please just repeat after me:
Ich bin
gekommen, daß sie das Leben und volle Genüge haben
Let me try that a little
differently. Please just repeat after me:
I
have come that you may have life and have it more abundantly.
It is the same sentence,
the only difference is that the first version was in German and the second
version was in English. As English speakers, the second sentence had a place to
go to in our brains. It was easy to remember and repeat because it is a
language we know, in fact, a sentence we know from John’s gospel.
New ideas, alternative
ways of seeing, even new facts, often slide right past our ears without leaving
any muddy footprints on the clean waxed floor of our awareness because we have
not cut a groove in our brains that is ready to hear it. That’s why advertisements,
to ever really work, have to be repeated over and over again.
You may hate political
correctness and constant demands of sensitivity about language but, folks, the
truth is that words matter. Words are how we learn.
Words are how we remember
things. Words create categories in our brains.
Let me give you an
example:
This is a Patagonian toothfish. This fish lives in the very cold
waters near Antarctica. It lives to be about 50 years old and can be seven feet
long and weight more than 200 pounds. It had almost no commercial value. You
have not, after all, every seen a Patagonian toothfish mentioned on a menu.
However, some bright marketing guy decided to call it a “Chilean Sea Bass” even
though it is neither Chilean or a Bass, and it became so popular that they have
now been eaten nearly into extinction.
You may think that you
would not like a Patagonian toothfish, but it turns out, if you just call it
something more palatable, you like it quite a lot. A lot of our prejudices and
beliefs and even our life styles are based on categories in our heads, all of
which we have learned.
The most common meats in
America are beef, chicken, and pork but in the Middle East, camel is a staple
meat, in Ecuador, Guinea pigs and iguana are primary meat sources. I have had
camel in Egypt and Guinea pig in Ecuador and I can assure you, they do not
taste like chicken. But it is all a matter of what you believe about animals
and how those categories have been established in your brain.
When I started graduate
school in 1978 at Vanderbilt, we were told during orientation that we were not
allowed to make male references to God in our academic papers and if we did so,
we would be given one chance to make corrections and after that you would just
get an “F” on your paper. Prior to that orientation, I had never God anything
but “Father” and the use of masculine pronouns to mean both men and women was
just the universe of language in which I lived.
It wasn’t easy to change
and the emphasis my professors put on this way of speaking seemed to me to be
radical and grossly exaggerated. But in 1978, I had also never seen a woman
serving as a pastor, and not only was God called “Father,” so were Catholic and
Episcopal priests. The language of the church, our hymns and liturgies were all
male-centered and while you may not think that makes a difference, it wasn’t
until we changed our language that we began to see changes in the roles of
women in the church.
You may have never
noticed that our prayers, liturgy, and hymns assiduously avoid using gender
specific language and the fact that you have not noticed only proves the point
that this has become normal for us. Our language sets the mental stage for being
able to sustain progressive thinking.
People who have been
indoctrinated into the white, heterosexual, male patriarchy, of traditional
Christianity, are absolutely confident that their world view, their beliefs,
are virtually universal. They don’t believe that love is love unless it is
between a man and a woman. They would not be inclined to say that Black lives
matter because they are confident that All lives matter in the sense that
really all lives matter but while lives matter more than other lives.
For them, the Genesis
creation narrative that describes the creation of a flat earth
that
is in the center of everything is a substantial truth and climate change
scientists are just a fad among atheists. For them, immigrants are
simultaneously a charity case and something to be feared. And, women’s rights
are not really on the radar.
Religious people tend to
think of themselves as being good people. They think that going to church,
attending Bible study, enduring sermons, and singing really bad hymns, is
somehow feeding their souls and making them look more attractive to God but,
let’s be honest, for the most part, being indoctrinated into traditional
religious life tends to make you prejudiced against homosexuals, it supports a
white, male, racist, patriarchy; it makes you impervious to scientific facts, it
fosters nationalism, and, and this is what I am really on about today, it
creates the universe of values in which women are not only paid less, passed
over for promotions, and sexually exploited, but it also can justify domestic
violence against women.
I am not trying to be
flip about this by quoting Mark Twain, but when he said: 

“What gets us into trouble is not what we don't know. It's what we know
for sure that just ain't so” he is describing the fundamental problem with
religious indoctrination.
This is Valentine’s Day week and I asked Sean to have
love songs for our service today and I really meant to do more of a straight up
message about love relationships today, but I decided that the one I delivered
last year covered that topic pretty well so if you really need to hear a
philosophy of love relationships sermons then let me encourage you to look up
my Feb. 12 sermon from 2017 on YouTube or iTunes. It is clever, insightful, and
not nearly as grim as what I want to talk about today.
Because love relationships often become quite toxic.
They start out with kisses, a diamond ring, a ceremony, usually some kids and a
house, but there is often a cancer that grows in the shadow of love and
sometimes churches feed the cancer more than they feed the love.
When I was a grad student doing my supervision in
counseling training, I served a small church in Russellville, KY that was just
a block up the street from the local Catholic Church. For a host of reasons, I
became the de facto therapist for
local Catholics. One of my regulars was a very little woman, a former nun who
had left the convent to marry. She was a nurse at the local hospital, a mother,
and an active member of the Catholic parish.
I came to my office one day and found her sitting by
my desk. Her face was badly bruised. One eye was swollen shut. She was
breathing with great difficulty due to broken ribs. Her concern was that her
supervisor at the hospital would not believe that she fell down the stairs
again. I asked her if she was ready to see a lawyer about filing for divorce.
She said, “No.”
She explained that she had been to see Father Thomas
before coming to see me and that he had told her that the violence in her
marriage was the cross she had to bear. She added that it was punishment for
having broken her vow to the order when she left the convent. So, you see, it
wasn’t just her husband who was beating her…. It was also her church, and by
inference, it was a judging, wrathful, heavenly Father.
I wish that I could bury that story in rural Kentucky
of forty years ago but my weekly discipline of serving lunch at our local
domestic abuse shelter keeps my experience current. Every week, there are women
in line with their arm in a sling, with bruised faces, often shepherding small
children who cling to them. I try to smile and joke with the kids, offering
them treats and cartons of milk but many of them are afraid of men, and not
without good reason.
The brief conversations we have with the residents
often reveal that they are church folks. But I could have guessed that already.
A woman I met at the shelter last week told me that she and her husband had
gone to see their pastor for counseling about the violence. She says that she
was told that if she would be more submissive, more obedient, that he would, in
turn, be a better husband.
She left him many times but each time he would call
and remind her of what their church taught. He would assure her that she would
go to hell if she left him. When that stopped working, he made fake suicide
attempts to make her feel guilty…. You know that special kind of guilt that
only church people can really feel.
I was in a meeting recently that was supposed to be an
educational meeting for pastors about domestic abuse. The women who spoke to us
about their horrific experiences all included a narrative about talking either
to their Catholic priest, or their Pentecostal pastor. And the event was
dominated by students from a local Pentecostal university and members of a
local Pentecostal church and they kept referring to God as “Father” and to Jesus
as being God, and reiterating beliefs about God’s will and God’s deliverance as
if they were not able to see how their male centered religion and created a misogynist
world view that makes domestic violence not only possible but defensible.
They were set up for abuse by a patriarchal view of
faith and they had all gone right back into the lion’s den of their familiar, abusive,
and patriarchal churches. And, no, I didn’t keep quiet out of some tortured
sense of diplomacy. You wouldn’t want me to would you?
I was on this topic before the news about Rob Porter
broke this week. And Porter has his own religious chapter to his narrative. He
is a Mormon and when he was first violent with his wife, they went to their
Mormon Church for direction. And the direction was basically for her to stick
with him and take the beatings.
It is easy to point at the high-profile cases of wife beaters,
but I don’t want for us to let this topic get lost in the extremes. Domestic
violence is common. It is not a disease found only among the poor and the
uneducated. In my own 40 years of experience in ministry, the family home I was
called to the most often was the home of two physicians who never seemed to get
violent enough to call the police but there was frequently enough punching and
slapping for the nanny to call the pastor.
Domestic violence happens in trailer parks and in
gated communities with astonishingly similar frequency. Rob Porter, the
secretary to the President of the United States who lost his job this week was
a veteran and a star graduate of Harvard Law School who had multiple cases of
violence in his past but never seemed to give off clues to those who worked
with him.
When I chose the lyrics of John Lennon’s “All you need
is love” for the wisdom lesson today, I was unaware that Lennon wrote his works
about peace and love as sermons to himself because he was ashamed of the violence
in his first marriage and with many of the women he dated when he was younger.
It is a simple thing to despise a member of the Trump administration but when
you throw John Lennon into the mix you have to sit up and take the whole
subject rather more seriously.
We have a horrible problem with domestic violence in
Springfield. Our shelter, Harmony House, has stayed full with a waiting list
for years. While the majority of residents are women and children, there are
also men, and many gay and lesbian people whose domestic relationship had
become toxic. It can happen to anyone.
The shelter in Kansas City has evolved towards
investing in prevention over treatment. They are realizing that they need to
teach the warning signs of an abuser to kids in late elementary school and
middle school. One of the primary warning signs is when a romantic partner
becomes too jealous or too controlling. And now, with cell phones, it is all
too easy to call or text constantly, “where are you,” “who are you with,” “What
are you doing?” Excesses of this sort should send up warning flags, even if you
are only 14 or 15 years old.
But
my concern goes even farther back. As a pastor, my concern is with the training
children receive on little painted chairs in church pre-school programs. My own
training in misogyny started right here, in my Kindergarten class in the
basement of the 1st Christian Church in Glasgow, KY. I was the cute
one in the back row.
It is not about political correctness. It is not about
hyper sensitivity to using the right word to avoid other people’s too easily
hurt feelings. It is about changing the world so that love doesn’t get
distorted into violence. It is about changing church culture, and school
culture, and work culture so that we don’t need 150 beds in this small city for
victims of domestic violence.
The words you use reflect the way that you think and
the way that you think creates the culture in which we live. Right now, it is
not especially safe to be a woman in our culture, not even a woman who is in
love.
It is time for us to hold a funeral for patriarchal
thinking, patriarchal speaking, and for patriarchal religion. Maybe then it
will be true that “love is all we need.”



