When Adorable Child was very small, we lived in a teeny tiny village in upstate New York: 2,000 people, one stoplight, four churches, four bars. No doubt you’ve driven through places just like this hundreds of times.
Economic conditions in this miniscule town are rugged… partly because it’s remote, but more because the winter is extremely long and brutal, with temperatures that plummet to -30 degrees or more with the windchill. The local economy only runs in the summer months, when tourists flock, swelling the area population to double or triple the year-round residents.
You’re never, ever financially secure in an area that lives off tourism dollars for maybe 1/3 of the year. The unemployment rate there is roughly 13% (hard to pin down because of the seasonal nature), the average income is ~$30K, and the average home price is under $60,000.
But for all that, I loved living in a town where everybody knew everyone else. There was an incredible sense of community, and whether that, too, was a function of this village’s difficult circumstances, it manifested in uncountable little ways.
Pretty much everybody went to church, and ours was led by a fairly young minister. It was a gospel church, and the biggest part of his message — embraced to varying degrees by the congregation — was love and Jesus. Because this was an extremely conservative, tightly-knit, traditional American town, though, this energetic, dynamic young preacher’s message occasionally made me squirm.
Still — in those years AC’s religious experience consisted of fingerpainting clouds or angels, and gluing popsicle sticks into crosses. We were still years away from having to talk about the teachings that went on in the “big church” upstairs from the Sunday School.
Moving away from that little town was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
When I arrived in Texas as a single mom, I wanted desperately to find a similar environment — but in an impersonal, transient area like this, it proved to be impossible. And when I turned to the area churches, they were so enormous that I felt completely lost (what’s with that, anyway?).
And we encountered another problem: because AC was getting older, it was no longer possible to just park her in Sunday School. She’d sometimes come to part of the sermons (or even all) — and I’d find myself squirming as the pastor exhorted wives to support their men, and to remember their womanly roles as man’s helpmeet. I began adding lunch to our Sundays, for the long, necessary discussions about Polimom’s view of things, as I tried to counterbalance the minister’s designation of second class status upon me and my daughter.
And in the end, we gave up on joining a church here.
Because I don’t agree at a profound level with some of what many churches here are teaching (any more than I did in that tiny village), I was looking for that feeling of communion and shared love and lives — community — that my church up north gave me. But in an area where community is confined to meeting now and again at a soccer game, or a nod across the vast expanse of a sanctuary that seats thousands, that’s hard to find.
So. People join churches for many reasons… and for me, one of the most important is to be part of a community. The pastor or minister or priest or rabbi has a massive role, and “guides the flock”, yes — but all of his/her views aren’t necessarily accepted or embraced. The sheep metaphor only goes so far, after all.
Obama’s response to the uproar and understandable questions regarding where he does or does not agree with Jeremiah Wright is sufficient for me — but then, I spent a significant part of my life sorting some of these same issues in my own mind.
Evidently, not everyone has — but those folks weren’t inclined toward understanding anything about Obama in the first place. On the other hand, there are many who can, in fact, wrap their minds around the possibilities. Clearly people will come to their own conclusions, based in part on their own life experiences… or their own political tendencies.
But I assure you that if Polimom and AC still lived in that little village, we’d absolutely still be going to that same church — and I’d still disagree, at the very deepest level, with some of what was said.
Is it really so hard to understand how Barack Obama could have belonged to a church where the pastor sometimes preached ideas with which he disagrees profoundly?
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I don’t think that’s hard to understand at all, and as an individual I’d completely agree that Obama could easily attend a church with his family even if he strongly disagreed with the politics being expressed there. As a presidential candidate though, particularly one who runs on a postracial, uniting platform, his tone deafness to how this type of political sermonizing affects people is a complete deal breaker, IMO.
Hi CStanley —
Tone deaf? Are you saying, then, that his response(s) yesterday weren’t loud enough? Or that they were off-key?
Maybe it is more on the lines of the response of the “Muslim leaders” vis-a-vis condemning terrorism. No matter how many times they speak out, no matter how strident their voices are, it will never be enough for some.
Certainly Sen. Obama has addressed the issue to my satisfaction.
(BTW, the ministers of the “large” churches (from 3,000 – > 7,000 members) I have been a member of agree with you totally, as far as the “community thing” goes. Which is why there is an increasing emphasis on “small groups” within the larger congregation.)
~EdT.
At the risk of mixing my musical metaphors, in his response yesterday he was coming in quite a few beats too late. IOW, I think he’s saying the right thing now- but if he hadn’t been ‘tone deaf’ he would have anticipated that he needed to be more explicit about his points of disagreement with black liberation theology a long time ago. He seeemed to have felt that he could get by with the more general “I don’t agree with some of what Rev. Wright says”.
I can’t say I disagree with you there at all, CStanley. And I haven’t a clue whether there was a reluctance to address specific aspects of Wright’s ministry, or if it was a larger campaign strategy.
I suspect it could be the latter, though, as easily as the former.
If only Obama had wagged his finger for emphasis, I would have totally believed him.
Can’t wait for the “blue dress” to show up, er, I mean, videotape of BOH doin’ the call and response to some of Pastor Wright’s hata-grams. And you know it’s coming, don’t you?
*snort*
bello — if it’s out there, we’re definitely going to hear about it — all of it — no matter what form “it” takes.
Your ‘upstate church’ analogy does not apply.
If Obama’s church had been his only choice in a tiny town in rural Illinois, then MAYBE your argument would hold water. But he had hundreds of choices open to him in Chicago, and yet he stuck with the America-hating black racists for twenty years. Not good enough for an American President. Not by a long shot. Not by a country mile. You are just making a lame excuse for a close association that’s indefensible.
If the only church in my little town in Georgia, no bigger than yours, was a bunch of KKKers, I would refuse to go there. I would Bible-study at home.
If any white candidate associated himself this way with a church of comparable views …? Hahaha. Instant uproar, and end of story for that candidate. And you know it.
A friend of mine’s father was always screaming hate messages which she and I disagreed with. I still went over there every day and hung out, was polite to him, and sometimes pointed out the flaws in the logic. Her father also taught me many things, including a lot about politics, and human nature.
Did I have to agree with every message he said to go to that house? Or could I just go there to see my friend, and form my own opinion of what the man said?
Well said.