For those of you who read Sin Boldly (or who followed me in the Chicago Sun-Times several years back, I have some news to share that breaks my heart: Our beloved cat, Cleo, died unexpectedly last night at home in Laguna Beach. She went quickly and peacefully. We are just gutted.
You might not have a clue who Bieber is. Or, if you are aware of the existence of the crown prince of Stratford, Ontario, you might not give two hoots about him. But I’m guessing that there is a young person in your life who does. So, for the sake of the children, please hear me out.
Ya know, I've been interviewed a lot over the last five or six years and I have to say that, hands down, my favorite venue to be grilled publicly is on the Steve Brown Show. Earlier today I recorded a new episode with "The Old White Guy," as Pastor Brown calls himself, about BELIEBER! and it was an absolute hoot. The show airs this weekend on […]
A California vicar I know likes to describe the life of faith — the Church — as “The Great Conversation.” It is a conversation to which we all (and what part of alldon’t you understand?) are invited. When followers of Christ share their faith with others, they are inviting them to join the sacred conversation. This is evangelicalism in its truest sense. This […]
Lately, I’ve been holding my breath. It’s actually something I inherited from my mother’s side of the family. Many of my female relatives on the Irish side of the clan have this habit of holding our breath when we’re talking—or rather, listening—or concentrating, or thinking. And especially when we’re anxious. Stress makes many people turn [...] […]
It's been a while since I've had a public engagement to tell you about and am delighted to tell you about my upcoming participation as a workshop presenter for WomanKind 2012 in Richmond, Va., on Feb. 17-18. The event, which is sponsored every two years by St. James Episcopal Church is themed this year "Holy Mysteries." The organizers des […]
Bonus Patsy and Edina. A wee behind-the-scenies doc just recently done by Jill Saunders (aka Edwina Margaret Rose Monsoon) and Joanna Lumley (Eurydice Colette Clytemnestra Dido Bathsheba Rabelais Patricia "Patsy" Cocteau Stone) ... fabulous.
Edina and Patsy (and Saffy and Bubble et al) returned to BBC One on Christmas Day with the episode "Identity" — fabulous but not available online (legally) at the moment — and then again on New Year's Day with "Job."
Rarely do I leave a cinema and feel the urge to tell everyone I know to run out and see the film I’ve just watched. But that is precisely how I felt after a recent screening of “The Mighty Macs,” an outstanding new independent film with a subtle yet powerful spiritual message that opened in [...]
"I have arrived at a balancing point between sickness and health, and it is the bargain I live with. I don't take chances," Ebert wrote.He said the pain could last as long as six weeks, but it now seems to be subsiding. It is the pain to my peace of mind that continues."
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. . . .
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~Wendell Berry
For those of you who read Sin Boldly (or who followed me in the Chicago Sun-Times several years back), I have some news to share that breaks my heart:
Our beloved cat, Cleo, died unexpectedly last night at home in Laguna Beach. She went quickly and peacefully. We are just gutted.
Cleo was a profoundly beautiful animal and a wonderful companion. We adopted her a week after 9/11/01. She was our grace then and for all the years that followed.
I’m having a hard time fathoming life without her. Worst of all, I am on the other side of the country for work and was not there where she passed.
Please remember my family — especially my son, Cleo’s Boy — in your prayers. Cleo slept with him way up high in his loft bed the night before she died.
My sweet girl. Beautiful Cleo. Thank you for all the love, joy and grace you showed us. I miss you already.
Now, before you sprain an optic nerve rolling your eyes, let me begin by saying, “Yes.”
Yes, I realize that the vast majority of The Dude Abides readers do not fall within young Mr. Bieber’s target demographic.
Many of you likely are asking yourselves (perhaps out loud, as we adults are wont to do), “Who the heck is Justin Bieber and why should I care?”
But please indulge me for a few more sentences before you click over to “Seven Sites I Should Be Wasting Time on Right Now” or similar.
You might not have a clue who Bieber is. Or, if you are aware of the existence of the crown prince of Stratford, Ontario, you might not give two hoots about him. But I’m guessing that there is a young person in your life who does.
So, for the sake of the children, please hear me out.
Justin Drew Bieber, age 17 ¾, is a Canadian pop singer and, without a doubt, the most popular teenager on the planet. (I am not exaggerating.) You may have heard his earworm hit single, “Baby.” To refresh your memory, the chorus goes like this: “Baby, baby, baby OH! Baby, baby, baby NO!”
Perhaps you’ve heard it in recent weeks while shopping at the mall or emanating from your daughter/granddaughter/niece/little-sister’s bedroom (or her Justin Bieber singing toothbrush in the bathroom. Yes, that’s a real thing. I have one. Well, two, if I’m going to be completely honest about it.)
Justin also happens to be, to use a popular bit of Christianese, a “believer” — and quite an outspoken one at that.
It is entirely possible that Justin has more of an influence in the young-person-you-love’s life than any clergyperson — living or dead — does. That sounds scandalous, I know, but it’s true.
That is part of the reason why it might be helpful to know a bit more about him — and his burgeoning faith.
The lad’s faith was explored to a certain extent in his record-setting hit documentary film, Never Say Never, which is the second highest-grossing feature-length doc in U.S. history, right behind March of the Penguins and one place above Michael Jackson’s posthumous This Is It.
In his world tour last year, Justin grossed something in the neighborhood of $53 million. He sold out Madison Square garden in 22 minutes, and his first three albums (he only has the three so far) debuted at No. 1 on the charts.
He is an ubercelebrity, with more than 16 million followers on Twitter, more than 39 million fans on Facebook and his channel on YouTube has been viewed more than 81 million times since his mother set up the account five years ago next week. He’s even sung for the President — four times, most recently during the annual Christmas in Washington concert. (Sasha and Malia Obama are huge fans.)
In fact, Justin was discovered on YouTube. It’s part of the Bieber legend (albeit a true part) that the legion Beliebers, as his fans are called, know by heart. His is a modern-day Cinderfella story, one that, even if you divorce his faith from it (though that would be nearly impossible), is patently inspiring.
Here’s the short version: Justin was born on March 1, 1994 to Pattie Mallette (then 17) and Jeremy Bieber (then 19), who were engaged at the time of their son’s birth but never married and split when he was an infant. He always has lived with his mother, who raised him as a single parent in Stratford (home of that famous Shakespeare festival), but his father, who has since married and has two young children, always has been a part of his life.
Mallette had a difficult childhood and troubled teen years, but had what she has described publicly as a visceral encounter with Jesus Christ not long before she became pregnant with her only child, and committed her life to Christ. She raised Justin in an evangelical Christian church, where she was involved deeply in its prayer ministry and music.
As a toddler, Justin would accompany his mother to music rehearsals and “jams” with musician friends from their church, and it was during this time that he first showed rather preternatural musical ability. By the time he was in grade school, Justin had taught himself to play the piano, guitar and drums. (He also plays trumpet.) And he had a soulful voice well beyond his years.
But Justin seemingly was more interested in sports than music for most of his childhood, until five years ago, when he surprised Mallette by asking for her permission to enter a talent contest at a local youth center. (He placed third.) Like so many of us parents do, Mallette captured Justin’s performances on a hand-held camera and posted the amateur videos to YouTube, so out-of-town family could see them.
As the months passed, however, Justin and his mother noticed the YouTube “hits” counter climb into the hundreds and then thousands. It was obvious that the youngster’s musical stylings had reached an audience far beyond his extended family. Eventually, a young music producer in Atlanta, Scooter Braun, stumbled onto the videos, and quickly became convinced that Justin had real talent and potential.
Braun tracked down Mallette in Canada and cold called her. She wanted nothing to do with her only child entering the frightening world of professional music. But Braun, who is a religious Jew, convinced her to give him a chance. Even though they didn’t share the same spiritual tradition, Braun spoke the language of faith and shared Mallette’s fundamental commitments to God and family. After praying for discernment with church elders, mother and son flew to Atlanta (their first time on a plane), met Braun and the rest, as they say, is history.
Justin didn’t go looking for fame or fortune. They found him. He’s not a product of the Disney machine or a prefab package constructed by a team of marketing geniuses at Nickelodeon. Nor is he a Hollywood scion who inherited his celebrity as a birthright.
He was — and to a certain extent still is — a regular kid, if one with blessed with extraordinary talent and audacious divine favor.
Despite his unfathomable fame (and all that it brings, for better and for worse), Justin seems to have stayed firmly grounded. You don’t find paparazzi photos of him stumbling drunk out of a nightclub or behaving in an untoward fashion, like so many other young celebrities. He is basically a nice kid. Respectful. Hard working. Kind, gracious and generous. And he doesn’t take himself too seriously.
His fans know this. They know his story, feel a kinship with him — “If it could happen to him it could happen to me — never say never!” is a familiar Belieber refrain — and are passionately protective of him as a result.
Justin has never been shy about his faith, whether in interviews, in his film, his autobiography published last year, on the red carpet or during awards shows. (Last year, while accepting a Kids’ Choice Award, he turned to the audience and said, “Jesus loves every one of you!”) That said, to my ear he is most articulate about his faith not through anything he says, but in what he does, which includes vast charitable endeavors on behalf of children and the poor, and a constant litany of tweets expressing his gratitude (to God, his family and his fans) or urging his followers to, as he says, “#payitforward” and “#makeachange.”
He is, in a sense, laying the groundwork for an awareness of the social gospel for a generation that will, sooner than we realize, become leaders in our society and our world.
As he approaches his 18th birthday, Justin’s public expressions of faith have become more frequent and even more personal. Last week, the world discovered that he’d had a large portait of Jesus — the classic “Ecce Homo” Jesus with a crown of thorns and upturned eyes — tattooed on the back of his leg. It’s his third tattoo, joining the black Hebrew letters for “YESHUA” on his rib cage that he had inked last year on a trip to Israel and the small outline of a seagull on his waist, a 16th birthday present and that matches one his father bears in the same location.
I don’t think getting a good-sized tattoo of the Ecce Homo on the back of his leg was a choice that is going to win him too many new fans — especially among the parents who make up his largest shadow demographic fan base. (Next to teen and tween girls, women 35 to 50, I believe, is his next largest fan group. In other words, the Moms.) I dare say it was decidedly not a strategic marketing move designed by Team Bieber and exhaustively tested in focus groups.
It seems to me that it is an authentic expression of his growing, maturing and evolving faith. Some kids his age — depending on their predilections — might get a huge tat of indecipherable Chinese characters or of Stewie from “The Family Guy.” Justin chose a classic depiction of Jesus. If he’s going to make choices about permanent body art at 17, at least he’s making meaningful ones.
When I was Justin’s age, I was beginning to move away from simply mimicking my parents’ faith and beliefs, and making them my own. I think that’s what we’re seeing him do now, whether it’s in his choice of body art or in how he has, in recent months, been more explicitly vocal (unprompted, largely) about his faith.
What I appreciate most about Justin’s expressions of faith is that the lack the tenor of triumphalism and, to a certain extent, tribalism that is all too common among his peers and co-religionists. His is a nuanced articulation of faith, which speaks both to how genuine it is and how it is evolving and becoming his own.
ED You’re working so hard. As you said, this consumes your life. So what do you look to for strength? I know you are religious, right?
Justin Bieber from V Magazine
JB I don’t think I’m religious. I am spiritual. I believe that Jesus died on the cross for my sins. I believe that he put me in this position, and that I have to always give him the glory he deserves for putting me here. But I don’t consider myself religious. A lot of people who are religious, I feel like they get lost. They go to church just to go to church. I am not trying to disrespect them at all, you know, whatever works for you; but for me, I focus more on praying and talking to Him. I don’t have to go to church. I haven’t been to church in a long time, but I know I have a relationship with Him. People can be like, “If you don’t go to church, what do you mean, how are you a Christian?” But I am. I talk to Him, and that’s all.
ED I read that your mom said she had a personal encounter with God, and she believes you are here to inspire and brighten the world. When you talk to Him, do you feel like you have a personal encounter, or are you just expressing how you feel?
JB You know, my ma has always had God around me, has always made it really apparent. She never pushed it on me, but she always brought me to church and she put me in Sunday school. When I was little, I did these things: “prophetic words,” which is sort of like fortune telling, but from God. They said in one of those tapes—when I was really young—that I was going to be the voice of the new generation. So, I don’t know what that means. It could just mean that I’m here to make music and inspire people. That’s all I know. I just want to be able to be a good influence on people. I know I’m going to make mistakes, because I’m young and I still love to have fun. I’m not perfect. I think everyone makes mistakes, and that’s what life’s about, you know?
Justin is at once a reflection and shaper of his generation. (A recent survey of “Millennials,” i.e. kids Justin’s age, found that 72 percent claim to be “more spiritual than religious,” a phenomenon that one mega-church pastor called “more spiritually honest.”)
But does he have a prophetic call? Is Justin Bieber the voice of a generation?
I’m inclined to believe both may be true.
Whether you are starting believe it as well, or have gone back to rolling your eyes, doesn’t really matter. Divinely called, or just plain lucky, the lad’s voice is reaching millions of kids around the globe.
And they’re listening. Perhaps the rest of us pay attention, too.
Ya know, I’ve been interviewed a lot over the last five or six years and I have to say that, hands down, my favorite venue to be grilled publicly is on the Steve Brown Show. Earlier today I recorded a new episode with “The Old White Guy,” as Pastor Brown calls himself, about BELIEBER!and it was an absolute hoot. The show airs this weekend on the Salem Radio Network (click HERE to find stations and air times), but you can listen to it now by clicking on the link below.
p.s. According to Steverino’s Twitter feed this afternoon, he now admits I made him a Belieber!
Score one for the Lad!
Speaking of Canadians … I’ll be on the Drew Marshall radio show tomorrow (Saturday, Jan. 7, 2012) at 3:30 EST (12:30 PST). Drew’s program is “Canada’s most-listened to spiritual talk show” and I’m stoked to be his guest to talk about young Mr. Bieber and BELIEBER!
n 1943, in the throes of World War II and one of the most fraught times in contemporary human history, the psychologist Abraham Maslow published a paper explaining, as he understood them, the five basic, motivating needs common to all of humankind.
They are:
Physiological (air, food, water, sleep, etc.)
Safety
Love/Belonging
Esteem (confidence, achievement, respect of others and respect by others)
Self-actualization (morality, creativity, spontaneity, problem solving, lack of prejudice and acceptance of facts)
While Maslow’s theories are humanistic, they have a connection to religion and spiritual life in what he called “peak experiences,” and what the religious world might call epiphanies — moments of clarity or ecstasy when the enormity of the wonder of the physical world, harmony with others and relationship with the transcendent, with God, are felt in powerful, transformational ways.
Maslow argued that those who are the healthiest — the most “self-actualized” — had peak experiences more frequently than those who were not.
I’ve always found it compelling that Maslow developed his theories in a time of war, division and insecurity. The son of Russian Jewish immigrants to the United States, Maslow looked at the world — battles raging in Europe and the Pacific, the full scope of the Holocaust and its horrors coming to light — and saw them not as struggles to be fought against but problems to be solved.
He sought positive solutions — through greater understanding of humankind on its most basic and universal level — to bring about peace and, in a sense, justice.
At the dawning of 2012, we find ourselves in nervous, troubling times not unlike 1943. Wars and rumors of wars. Seemingly unbridgeable divisions at home and abroad. Natural disasters, some of them of our own making, some not.
Economic insecurity on a massive scale. Political acrimony and ideological polarization. Slavery still exists, AIDS remains a pandemic, humans are still trafficked, and children and the most vulnerable continue to be exploited.
Surely, these are troubled times.
But, taking a cue from Maslow, how do we solve our problems and not just survive them?
And how do we, as people of faith, help bring about the solutions?
As I look at Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, I would humbly suggest that there is something missing that may be the key for us today. We humans — all of us — need, in a fundamental and profound sense, to be heard.
We need to be heard, and not just listened to; we yearn to be understood, to be known.
At Christmas, we celebrate the incarnation of Jesus Christ, the moment when God reached God’s hands into human history and said, “Here I am with you. Let’s take a walk and get to know each other better.”
A California vicar I know likes to describe the life of faith — the Church — as “The Great Conversation.” It is a conversation to which we all (and what part of alldon’t you understand?) are invited. When followers of Christ share their faith with others, they are inviting them to join the sacred conversation.
This is evangelicalism in its truest sense. This is what we are called to do. By the One, by Emmanuel, “God with us.”
My dear friend, (and most recently my boss), Sojourners CEO Jim Wallis, said recently that the 2012 presidential election is expected to be the most mean-spirited and vitriolic we’ve ever seen.
That may be true, but it doesn’t necessarily mean it must be that way.
We can solve that problem one conversation at a time.
A conversation is an exchange of ideas between people. It’s not shouting our opinions or beliefs at one another. A conversation requires listening, hearing and being heard. It does not require agreement with or even affinity for the other parties in the dialogue.
But in order for conversation to take place, civility must be its guiding principle. Civility is more than superficial politesse. It does not mean saying, “excuse me” or “thank you” and then driving a metaphorical knife into the other person’s back as soon as they are out of earshot.
Not only is civility necessary and right, it is also the loving thing to do. (Jesus did say his followers would be known by their love, not by the soundness of their arguments or their witty repartee.)
Civility means listening respectfully, hearing honestly and genuinely, and creating a safe space where all may trust that they genuinely are being heard.
For Christians, it means recognizing that conversations are sacred encounters and that God is literally present in them. This is the “Go-Between God” that John V. Taylor describes in his beautiful 1967 book, The Go-Between God, God in the Holy Spirit who helps us make connections with others we’d never make on our own. This is the God who is as powerfully present between people as in them.
In this New Year, may we Christians, together with all people of good faith, work to find a solution to the discord that currently reigns in our society and not simply mourn its presence.
In this season of Epiphany, may we honor the Go-Between God by creating a safe space for all people to join the Great Conversation.
Kincardine, Ontario. New Year's Day 2009. Photo by Cathleen Falsani.
Lately, I’ve been holding my breath. It’s actually something I inherited from my mother’s side of the family. Many of my female relatives on the Irish side of the clan have this habit of holding our breath when we’re talking—or rather, listening—or concentrating, or thinking. And especially when we’re anxious.
Stress makes many people turn to comfort food, while others lose their appetite. Some folks chew their nails; some look for relief in the bottom of a cocktail glass; still others lose sleep or sleep too much. Me? I forget to breathe.
When I was a member of a college theater ensemble, our director often focused on the importance of breathing, not only for our physical persons but also for our souls. In the Bible, the Greek word used for “breath,” pneuma, is also used to describe the Spirit—our spirits and the Holy Spirit.
Breathing is, of course, essential to life. The air that moves through our lungs sustains us. But the Spirit also imbues us with eternal life and the true sustenance of our earthly lives.
Before rehearsals or performances, our college theater director would lead us through a series of warm-up exercises, all of them focused on breath. We began by lying flat on our backs with our eyes closed, letting go of all of the physical and emotional tensions we’d brought with us into the room. As we centered ourselves, body and mind, we’d pray the “Jesus Prayer,” silently. It’s a simple yet powerful prayer that comes from the practice of hesychasm, or contemplative prayer, in the Eastern Orthodox tradition.
It goes like this: (Breathing in) “Jesus Christ.” (Breathing out) “Son of God.” (Breathing in) “Have mercy on me.” (Breathing out) “A sinner.”
Breathing in is acceptance—inhaling the divine grace of God. Breathing out is confession. So we take in the holy name of Jesus Christ, confess that he is the Son of God, accept God’s mercy, and confess that we are, indeed, sinners in need of healing and redemption. The rhythm of the prayer is supposed to make its words as natural as breath, bringing about the “prayer of the heart,” which is what St. Paul describes in his first letter to the church at Thessalonica when he says the faithful should “pray without ceasing.”
Paul wrote his letter to the Thessalonians during nervous times for the young church. Believers in Thessalonica faced intense opposition from Jewish authorities, so much so that Paul himself fled for his safety. The apostle writes his letter to folks who are feeling anxious, worried, insecure, and unsettled. They don’t know what the future holds for their lives, the church, their well-being, their community. Sound familiar?
It is in this context that Paul tells them to “pray without ceasing.” He writes in 1 Thessalonians 5:12-20:
But we appeal to you, brothers and sisters, to respect those who labor among you, and have charge of you in the Lord and admonish you; esteem them very highly in love because of their work. Be at peace among yourselves. And we urge you, beloved, to admonish the idlers, encourage the faint-hearted, help the weak, be patient with all of them. See that none of you repays evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to all. Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit.
Paul’s words—pray without ceasing; don’t quench the Spirit—have fresh resonance for me today in the midst of our time, fraught with financial concerns, wars and rumors of wars, cultural dissonance, and political upheavals weighing heavily on our hearts and subconscious. Even as I write this, with the pressure of a deadline hanging over my head, I find myself holding my breath and exhaling with puffed cheeks, as if I’m blowing out the candles on a birthday cake.
Perhaps I’ve quenched the Spirit by acting as if the pressures, anxieties, and concerns that sometimes feel like they have me clutched in their vise-like grip are mine to shoulder alone. They are not. They belong to God, the Breath of Life, our hiding place, our strength in times of sorrow, our loving parent who calls us children and beckons us near for comfort.
May we all breathe deeply and exhale fully the grace and mercy that surrounds us like air.
This essay originally appeared in the Feb. 2012 issue of Sojourners Magazine.
It’s been a while since I’ve had a public engagement to tell you about and am delighted to tell you about my upcoming participation as a workshop presenter for WomanKind 2012 in Richmond, Va., on Feb. 17-18.
The event, which is sponsored every two years by St. James Episcopal Church is themed this year “Holy Mysteries.” The organizers describe it thusly: “Daily life is full of questions without answers, of things unknown or seemingly unknowable…”
For the 21st century woman, taught to find answers and create solutions in her hectic everyday life, mystery can be vexing. WomanKind 2012 invites participants not to resist, but to embrace, life’s mysteries.
Krista Tippett, host of public radio’s “On Being” and author of Einstein’s God: Conversations about Science and the Human Spirit, will open the fifth annual WomanKind with a keynote address on “The Art and Mystery of Living.” The Rev. Dr. Lauren Winner, Episcopal priest and author of Girl Meets God, will preach at the closing Eucharist.
In between, six widely recognized and accomplished women will lead workshops on a broad range of practical and spiritual topics with everyday implications for better living — including parenting, religious diversity, surviving loss, questioning faith and finding balance. Don’t miss this opportunity to be nourished and inspired.
WomanKind was conceived by the Episcopal Church Women of St. James’s Episcopal Church as a way to bring together women in all our diversity to share our experiences, insights and questions on the path toward spiritual renewal. This event draws more than 500 people from around the country to Richmond, Virginia every two years. Space is limited and workshops are assigned on a first-come, first-served basis.
The workshops I’ll be leading on Saturday morning and afternoon are titled, “GRACESPOTTING.”
Learn to recognize God’s fingerprints in your life story, spotting those grace moments or “God nods” in your life. We all have them – if we tune in with the eyes and ears of our hearts and minds, we will better be able to understand the story of our life that God alone is writing.