Posts Tagged ‘hiv/AIDS’

Hark what’s that?

Saturday, December 14th, 2013

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angles-in-america-1024The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.  ~George Elliot

 

‘Tis the season for angels, angels, angels!  We sing songs about angels, read stories about angels, we make angels in the snow, and of course, we put angel images everywhere.  On cookies, in frames, frozen in sculpture, molded in chocolate, and then we even impale them on decorated trees.

 

Most of the angel images are of the sweet cherub variety – angels in the guise of small children.  And most of the angels disguised as humans I have met have been under the age of seven.  (of course I have met quite a few “devils” in this age group too)  These cute little angels are messengers that call us back to play and make believe.  They bring us tidings of unconditional love.  They break our hearts when they are sad or hurt because they love so purely.

 

Biblical angels are a different matter altogether.  When an angel shows up in a text, I often ask the congregation, “now what is the first thing an angel says?”  Folks then call out: “behold” or “lo”, but actually the first thing a Biblical angel usually says is “fear not”.  When the angels visit the shepherds on Christmas Eve, listen for this language about fear.

 

Fear not, indeed.  In Tony Kushner’s brilliant play, “Angels in America”, the angel, played by the brilliant Emma Thompson, is terrifying, enthralling, mysterious, and sexy.  The message of this angel is hard to decipher and can only be understood in the context of the struggle of Prior Walter to live and finally die with AIDS.  S/he (angels are usually depicted as being quite androgynous) appears in supernatural visions and then in the guise of a wise nurse, a homeless woman, and more enigmatically as a real estate agent.  The message of the voice/angel in this play is to tell Prior Walter that he is a prophet:  that his life has meaning and how he lives with this plague matters.  Prior, by conquering his fear of the angel (and God) will then be able to speak prophetic words of life in the midst of death.

 

I believe that angels – messengers of God – are hovering all about us.  This is not a particularly “woo woo” sort of belief, nor do I think that we are surrounded by all sorts of strange spiritual beings.  And I am particularly not interested in long discussions of fallen angels, angel armies, guardian angels, or the various hierarchies of angels in heaven and hell.  Instead, I believe that bits and pieces of divine wisdom are scattered within creation and that there is much we can learn if we are simply willing to listen.

 

God is still speaking through little children, furry four-leggeds, mountains, valleys, tragedies, triumphs, and through our sisters and brothers – any one of whom may suddenly become an angel to us bringing a message from the Divine.

 

‘Tis the season for angels – can you hear them sing? speak? And if you find yourself suddenly fearful, listen very, very carefully, for an angel may be on the way.

 

Silence Still Equals Death

Friday, October 11th, 2013

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Logo_ncod_lgIn honor of National Coming Out Day (NCOD), here’s a portion of a chapter from my doctoral thesis, Bringing the Refugees Home: Faith Formation for the Dechurched.  This chapter chronicles some of my own history with HIV/AIDS and my participation in creating the very first National Coming Out Day back in 1988. 

For my friends who do not identify as LGBTQQI or as any sort of sexual minority, “coming out” as whoever you are wherever you are is a gift.  Silence is deadly. And if there is anything to be learned from those of us who have had to come out as lesbian, gay, liberal, christian, atheist, presbyterian or whatever seems to be unpopular amongt your friends and colleagues, I encourage you to, as we wrote in that first NCOD brochure to “take your next step” towards being fully who you are, everywhere you go.

Silence Still Equals Death

Back in 1987, posters, buttons, and t-shirts featuring a pink triangle on a black background with the words “Silence Equals Death” began appearing in “gay ghettos”[1] throughout the U.S.  Soon this became the slogan and rallying cry for ACT-UP (AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power) a direct-action political group that staged massive demonstrations, marches, rallies, and “die-ins”[2] to call attention to the plague of HIV/AIDS.  As the disease ravaged the gay community, the silence of the Reagan Administration was appalling.  Reagan never uttered the word publicly until 1987, even though the disease had first been identified in 1981. [3] By the time he finally said the word “AIDS” in public, almost 20,000 Americans were dead, hundreds of thousands were infected, and a global pandemic was underway.[4]

While serving as a community-based chaplain serving women and families living with HIV/AIDS in the late 90’s, I attended the first AIDS and Religion in America Conference held at the Carter Center in Atlanta in 1998[5], I sat in dumfounded grief as a researcher from the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) showed a series of slides documenting infection rates in the 80’s in the U.S., Australia and Switzerland.  In Australia and Switzerland, aggressive education campaigns, easy access to condoms, and clean needles kept the epidemic in check and caused new infections to almost flat line.  These countries recognized HIV as a public health emergency and reacted accordingly.

But in the U.S., where people with AIDS were stigmatized and there was no public health response from the federal government, infection rates have continued to rise and the virus has moved into more communities.  As I looked at the presentation, I realized that almost everyone woman I had ever worked with had been infected in large part due to the failure of the Reagan administration to respond.  Ironically, this was the first conference where folks from more conservative religious organizations such as the Salvation Army and the Southern Baptist Convention had ever shown up.  There is so much HIV-infected blood on the hands of Reagan and all his friends in the religious right.

Most activists surmised that Reagan’s silence was only broken when it was made public that his longtime friend, the actor Rock Hudson had died from AIDS.  It is harder to stereotype and ignore someone, or a whole group of people, when you discover that one of “them” is a member of your family or circle of friends.  Pollsters often report that support for gay rights is directly correlated to knowing a gay or lesbian person.[6]

To those of us who were valiantly trying to stem the tide of new infections and to ease the isolation and suffering of the dying, it was obvious that silence about the virus was deadly.  Routes of infection needed to be discussed with candor.  Everyone needed to have accurate information to assess his or her own risk for contracting the virus.  Those already infected needed compassion, not derision from their families, friends, and the wider community.

Reagan’s silence was deadly too because his friends in the religious right were anything but silent.  Pat Buchanan, Reagan’s communication director, pronounced that AIDS is “nature’s revenge on gay men” while the Rev. Jerry Falwell went a step further and claimed that “AIDS is the wrath of God upon homosexuals.” [7] Each one of these public falsehoods and blame-filled statements led to complacency among heterosexuals at-risk and hideous shame for gay men that drove many deeper into the closet or “on the downlow”.[8]

The “outing” of Rock Hudson also made it obvious that closets were deadly too. And so, in 1988, National Gay Rights Advocates (NGRA) launched the first National Coming Out Day.  As a desktop publisher and feminist activist in Los Angeles, I was hired by Jean O’Leary, executive director of the NGRA to help design and produce materials for the campaign.  The artist Keith Haring had designed a beautiful cartoon of a gender-ambiguous character stepping out of a closet and we designed the “Take Your Next Step” campaign to flesh out the cartoon.  In those days, the process of coming out was still fraught with difficulty that could lead to the loss of a job, housing, family, and of course, a church or other religious community.  It was a fearful and dreadful time to come out, but with AIDS outing and killing people right and left, it was necessary.

In the brochure, we suggested lots of “steps” for coming out such as “look in the mirror and admit that you are gay or lesbian” or “tell your best friend that you’re gay”.  I have racked my brain and looked for those old brochures without success to see if we even suggested “coming out to your pastor or church”.  I don’t think we did.  It was just too radical a step to imagine in 1988.  Instead we suggested things like “tell the check-out lady at the grocery store that you’re a lesbian”.  Jean O’Leary summed it up well: “Our invisibility is the essence of our oppression. And until we eliminate that invisibility, people are going to be able to perpetuate the lies and myths about gay people.” [9]  Right-wing preachers were erasing the humanity of lgbt people because too many of us were not telling our stories for ourselves.

Silence still equals death for those who are oppressed and suffering.   Even if a deadly virus is not involved, invisibility and silence are soul killers.  The founder of City of Refuge, San Francisco (now City of Refuge, Oakland) Bishop Yvette A. Flunder writes,

I have found that it is of vital importance that people who have been silent and silenced far too long be given an opportunity to give voice to their struggle.  Secrets kill and silence often equals death.  People often speak forth the answers to their own issues as they talk it out in a supportive environment.  It also has a purgative effect on the teller of the story.  Shadows are not longer threatening when the light shines on them; when the secret is exposed, the demon is uncovered and rendered powerless.[10]

From the pulpit, Flunder says it more like this: “first you discover you are welcome.  Really welcome.  Then you tell your story – you tell everything you have ever done.  And then they love you anyway. That is how you get free!” [11]


[1] Places where a high concentration of lgbt choose to live and/or congregate such as these three that I know best: West Hollywood in Los Angeles; the Castro in San Francisco; Greenwich Village in New York and Montrose in Houston. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=gay%20ghetto (accessed December 6, 2011)

[2] All over America we laid down in front of government buildings and various other venues and traced around our bodies with red chalk or water-based red paint leaving our “outlines” to remind people of the massive death toll due to HIV/AIDS.

[3] Allen White “Reagan’s AIDS Legacy/Silence Equals Death”, sfgate.com, June 08, 2004, accessed November 28, 2011.

[4] http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/00001896.htm (accessed November 28, 2011)

[5] http://www.wfn.org/1998/11/msg00216.html (accessed November 29, 2011)

[6] http://www.gallup.com/poll/118931/knowing-someone-gay-lesbian-affects-views-gay-issues.aspx (accessed November 28, 2011)

[7] Allen White, sfgate.com

[8] Keith Boykin.

[9] http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/j/jean_oleary.html#ixzz1f1kujtwl (accessed November 29, 2011)

[10] Yvette A. Flunder. Where the Edge Gathers: Building a Community of Radical Inclusion.  Cleveland:  The Pilgrim Press, 2005, pg. 39.

[11] Flunderism.

 

Preaching What You Practice

Saturday, September 21st, 2013

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handsonpianoIf  you have read any of the posts on my personal blog, you will at once notice that I have written a number of posts on practice.

Spiritual practice, musical practice, ethical practice, best practice:  practice, practice, practice!  It certainly seems obvious that a longtime musician is committed to practice, but there is a deeper historical and theological component to my fascination with practice.

As a child growing up in a small Presbyterian church in the Texas panhandle, and then in big Presbyterian churches in Midland and Houston, I don’t ever remember hearing the term spiritual practice.  Through all those years, I was certainly practicing music all the time, and I knew that if you wanted to play Beethoven and Brahms you were going to have to practice, but I didn’t have a clue as to how to “practice” my faith.  I think, like most people, that faith as I learned it, was a set of belief systems that helped you to get closer to God and then live your life well. If you got your beliefs in order, then a good and happy life would follow. The difference was subtle, but important as we did many of the practices I now value.  We prayed, we sang, we served, but somehow I learned that practice followed belief and I failed to learn that good spiritual practice could actually lead to belief.

This “faith before practice” spiritual life fell apart when so many friends got sick and then died from HIV/AIDS.  I couldn’t find a belief system that explained this repeating horror.  My experience of those years made me question everything.  Does God exist?  And if so, and if God is good and if God is love, than why are my friends dying so horribly?  And why would a loving and gracious God tolerate having followers who simply heaped invective upon invective upon those of us who were suffering?  And worse yet, if God is not good and God is not love, but is indeed the vengeful, wrath-filled villian who has inflicted HIV/AIDS upon all these beautiful young people all over the world, well then, I don’t know what to believe at all.

Meanwhile, those of us who were infected and affected by HIV/AIDS loved one another through the pain.  We encouraged each other to come out as gay or lesbian.  We built an entire infrastructure of care outside of the normal health and social services circles.  We developed practices for caregiving, treatment, safer sex, and for community.  We developed practices for hope.  We did what we could do and developed ethical practices on the fly.  We developed practices for political engagement that drew upon the practices of non-violence, but added in dimensions of personal storytelling that drew from the “personal is political” commitments of the second wave of feminism.

We discovered over and over that practice works when faith fails. 

You don’t have to believe in God to practice the love of God.

And if you practice the love of God, pretty soon you will begin to believe in God again.

When I came back into the church, (I was unable to bear the silence and homophobia of the “Church” during the worst of the “dying years”) weary with grief and in desperate need of peace, consolation, and rest in the midst of so much practice, I was not able to simply resume a spiritual life based upon belief alone.  I needed spiritual/faith practices that would sustain me.  I needed spiritual practices that would lead me closer to God.  For throughout all my struggles with faith and death, I could not shake the presence of God.  In fact, my trust in the existence of God had been greatly strengthened by the experience of so much dying. I felt a deep kinship with the suffering of Jesus and the power of transcendent love to heal.  The gentle Jesus “meek and mild” of my early childhood faded away when I began to identify with those outcasts and lepers whom Jesus loved so fiercely.  For me, practice without belief finally led me home to faith that cannot be separated from practice.

Now what I find is that lots of folks are looking to preach their practice.  This is a counter-cultural move to fundamentalist faiths that continue to insist that right belief is more important than right practice.  An emphasis on spiritual practice is also helpful in allowing folks with deeply divergent theological and philosophical points of view to work well together in community.  Finding a set of common practices for service is essential in interfaith efforts and ecumenical cooperation.

What are your own spiritual practices?  Do they lead you to greater faith?  Do you find peace and comfort as a result of your spiritual practice?  If there are “holes” in your faith, could you imagine practices that might help you?