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My Open Letter to Justin Bieber on CNN.com

Puff the Magic Dragon. Screen capture from "Puff the Magic Dragon and the Land of Living Lies" via http://youtu.be/h8pQQ5RIxZ8

Puff the Magic Dragon. Screen capture from “Puff the Magic Dragon and the Land of Living Lies” via http://youtu.be/h8pQQ5RIxZ8

Below is an excerpt from “My Take: An Open Letter to Justin Bieber” posted on CNN.com today:

“…Last year you reached a milestone when you turned 18. You are living in a liminal state, standing at the threshold between childhood and adulthood, still more boy than man.

Times of transition and change are difficult for anyone, never mind someone whose every move in public is chronicled by relentless paparazzi and other members of the media. You must be gentle with yourself as you navigate these new waters, but you also must be diligent to guard your heart and mind more now than ever.

Whether you’ve partaken of the “sacred herb” just once or burn more cabbage than Tommy Chong at a Furthur show is not the issue that most concerns me.

It’s the decision to light a spliff or one-hitter or cigarette or whatever it was in that Newport Beach hotel room last week where folks were snapping pictures with their smartphones that troubles me.

What you do and say echoes around the world. Your very young fans watch and listen to you carefully. When they see images of you with a butt or blunt in your hand or waiting for a friend to pour you a glass of vodka, the message they receive is inconsistent and confusing.

I can’t imagine that was your intention, if you gave much thought at all to what you were doing before you chose to do it, but that’s the reality.”

Read the letter in its entirety HERE.

 

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GoodRead du Jour: ‘Let My Tebow Go’ in the NYTimes

7978832698_44cc859a03Stephen Marche has a terrific piece in this morning’s New York Times about Tim Tebow, religion, and miracles (of sport and otherwise).

I inhaled it first thing today and it’s the first sports piece I can recall having read in recent memory. And I liked it. And I learned things.

You might, too.

Marche says in part:

It has nothing to do with Tebow’s religion. The show-business aspects of Tebow’s Christianity off the field are mostly a distraction. The virginity, the anti-abortion ad, the praying, the laying on of hands, the Tebowing — a pose in which he drops to one knee in prayer, the imitation of which became a brief Internet sensation — they’re all so many stunts. What appealed to me was his absurdity.

Last year, he took a team that was 1-4 to the A.F.C. West title and its first playoff game in seven years — and now he doesn’t even play. How is that possible? What’s more, even his ardent supporters admit he’s physically incompetent at the very position he’s supposed to be playing — his throwing motion is awkward, his passes are wobbly — yet, they argue, he seems to possess some higher talent, the oft-cited but ephemeral “intangibles.”

Read Marche’s column in its entirety HERE.

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GODSTUFF: God Girl and Eugene Peterson on Navigating Change

Forty-two.

It’s not a particularly symbolic age accompanied by traditional rituals or rites of passage.

At 16, I was old enough to get a driver’s license. At 18, I could vote, and three years later, I could order a cocktail at dinner without using a fake I.D. I met my husband when I was 25 and we were married when I was 27. When I turned 30, we threw a big party and some of my best college friends flew in to celebrate that chronological milestone.

At 35, I received a contract to write my first book, and published two more before I reached the big Four-Oh, which is also the age at which I left the newspaper business after 15 years and became a mother for the first time.

Recently having reached the inauspicious age of 42, no longer a “kid” but not yet feeling entirely “grown up,” I find myself in a decidedly reflective mood. I’ve been taking stock — spiritual, emotional, relational, familial, vocational — as I stare with some trepidation at the unchartered future, or what I like to think of as Me 4.0.

Obviously, my experiences of late, while not quite universal, are hardly unique. There are many terms used to describe this time of life, some less generous than others. (“Mid-life crisis,” comes to mind.)

“Betwixt and between,” is how the Scottish anthropologist Victor Turner described folks like me, hunkered down in a “liminal phase” — on the threshold between one chapter (or, perhaps, volume) of our life story and the next —in a kind of existential limbo.

We may be given to periods of introspection, seclusion, tumult, acting out or “adultolescent” behavior. As we wrestle with ambiguity, some of us seek the counsel of wise elders, with the hope that they might steer us in the right direction or, more plainly, tell us what to do and how to do it.

Such was the case at a gathering I attended in New York City earlier this year, where a small(ish) group of young(ish) Christian influencers — pastors, writers, artists, and a host of American evangelicalism’s mover-shakers — were invited to two private, day- long sessions with the venerable author and theologian Eugene Peterson.

Perhaps best known for The Message — his “para-translation” of the Bible into modern English — Peterson is a scholar and prolific writer, authoring more than 30 books including A Long Obedience in the Same Direction, Subversive Spirituality, and (my favorite) Run With the Horses.

In evangelical circles, Peterson is a rock star. (With the gravitas of an elder statesman and elusive mystique of an artist who isn’t concerned with courting public notoriety, he is the Dylan to Billy Graham’s Springsteen.) A bespectacled, ginger-haired gentleman with the plainspokenness and genuine humility commonplace among Montanans, he is a practical sage and modern mystic — equal parts pastor, poet, prophet, and pioneer.

Reared a Pentecostal and ordained a Presbyterian minister, Peterson, who turned 80 this month, retired to his native western Montana in 2006 after 29 years as pastor of Christ Our King Presbyterian Church in Bel Air, Md., and many years as a professor of spiritual theology at Vancouver’s Regent College.

Peterson doesn’t travel much these days, preferring instead to spend most of his time along the shores of Flathead Lake in Big Sky Country. So when an invitation arrived to spend a couple of days literally sitting at Peterson’s feet as he told stories from his life and faith, I jumped at the chance.

Thanks be to God — I am I glad I did. Rather than assume the position of a professor lecturing to students, Peterson’s approach was wonderfully conversational. He told stories — about his faith, the majesty and mystery of God, the joys and difficulties of the pastorate, about living simply, the true meaning of a Sabbath, and the life he’s created with his wife of more than 50 years and mother of his three grown children, Jan.

We asked questions. He told more stories. Jan joined him on stage to tell a few of her stories, too. It was marvelous.

I didn’t know what to expect from those two days with Peterson. I just knew that spending time with him would be a blessing and I had a hunch that I would learn something important, something that might help me navigate the “betwixt and between.”

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In the months that have passed since those two days with Peterson in the Big Apple, I’ve poured over the pages and pages of notes I furiously scrawled in a journal, determined not to overlook a single gem from the mind and heart of The Pastor. It was an embarrassment of riches, yes, but as time went on and I reflected on the event, I began to see a bigger picture, a macro-level lesson.

Most of the questions posed to Peterson at our gathering shared a common theme: I don’t know what I’m doing. Tell me if I’m doing it wrong. And if I’m doing it wrong, please tell me how to do it right.

And almost to a person, Peterson’s answer, was the same: I don’t know. What works for me may not work for you. Figure out what God is calling you to do and do that. Don’t worry about “doing” it “right.” Here, let me tell you a story …

Many of the folks in the room wanted Peterson to give them advice and answers. What he kindly told us was that, while we may find inspiration or words of wisdom from someone else, we cannot mimic what they’ve created, done or said and expect identical results. You have to have your own faith journey. You have to have your own pastorate, marriage, and life. You can’t have anyone else’s.

Why are we compelled to look to others to show us what to do rather than muddle through on our own?

A few weeks after I returned from New York, I called Peterson at home in Montana and asked him precisely that question.

“I wonder about that too,” he said. “We live in a very un-relational society and asking a question is trying to get some information and it doesn’t work. But this is what we’re trained to do. We’ve lost the heart of relationship, friendship, of just being with another person.

“So when I’m with these people, what I try to do, eventually, is just listen to them,” he said, “so that something happens between us that isn’t just an idea or a suggestion or something like that.”

You can’t give someone the answers for what they should do or how they should live, can you, I wondered aloud.

“No, but you can start entering into a relationship with them and maybe then they’ll start to get it,” Peterson said.

Peterson is an avid hiker and for many years was a competitive runner. He told us many stories that revolved around walking — walking in the woods with Jan, birdwatching on a hike, strolling near the lake with guests from out of town. Walking. Quietly. Walking alone or rather, alone with God.

Perhaps that’s the invitation God extends to each of us.

I know you have lots of questions. Hey, come take a walk with me….

“You know, Jesus is walking all the time,” Peterson said, referring to the stories of Jesus’ life as told in the Gospels. “And what are you doing when you’re walking? Well, you’re not talking a whole lot. When people come here to see me, we usually go out walking in the hills. A lot of the time is quiet. And then they’ll write to me a couple of weeks later and say, ‘Boy, I’ve never heard that before!’

“And I didn’t say anything,” he said, chuckling. “It was something different. It was something … we’re not used to this are we?”

Surely not. Silence is scary. Surrendering the idea of investment and outcome is uncomfortable. Doing is easy. Being is much harder.

Peterson is almost precisely twice my age, and just a couple of years younger than my father. Daddy is struggling with the effects of Alzheimer’s disease and is not able to talk to me the way he would when I was younger — for hours, about everything and anything, not on walks but on drives through the countryside in his car.

“Let’s just see where this road goes,” Daddy would say, turning off the main drag onto an unexplored side road. On those rides, he told me thousands of stories from his life growing up in New Hampshire with my Italian immigrant grandparents, his years in the Navy, his early days as a teacher in Germany and then in the States.

It’s Daddy’s stories that I miss the most. And yet, even when there are no words, just being with my father speaks volumes. Seeing him as his most essential self — sweet, gentle, funny, deeply kind and never uttering a single complaint — has taught me more than I could have imagined.

Peterson knows a bit about my dad and his physical challenges. And he understands something of the peculiar liminality of this moment in our family’s story and the pain, loss, and unexpected grace inherent in it.

So I asked him something I might ask my own father: When you think back to when you were my age, are there perhaps a few things that you didn’t know then that you wish you had?

“When I was 40, I was just coming out of what I called ‘the Badlands,’” Peterson said. “I realized early on — after the first few years of being a pastor — that I was just a competitor. I lived by competition. So, I realized that I just couldn’t do this. I couldn’t be a pastor and be a competitor. You can’t treat people in your congregation or any place else as competitors and get along very well. Somebody else always has to get beat.

“ I just didn’t know what to do. I was just stumped. So I didn’t do anything. I started keeping a sabbath. Jan and I did that every Monday — we’d go to the woods. I got a spiritual director — a Carmelite nun. I started running again. I didn’t know adults ran races. So I started running again —10k races. And that took care of it,” he said. “I had something to do competitively again. The people I was beating — I didn’t know their names and they didn’t know mine. So that was safe.”

While living in Maryland, Peterson and his family would make the trek west to Montana each summer for six weeks. Rather than thinking of it as a holiday, the Petersons turned it into a pilgrimage.

“I grew up here, so I was home ground. But they, the children, found this holy ground, too. And those kinds of things,” he said. “I was trying not to do anything, so all of these acts that I was doing was kind of not doing things. When I was 40, it just was like I had no sense that anything was happening through those years, and then suddenly, I was at home. I didn’t have to do anything. And that’s when I really started writing my best work.

“I had a voice and it was kind of true and it was congruent to who I was,” he said. “When I was 40, something happened, almost overnight, when I realized I wasn’t the same person anymore.”

So, it’s a matter of finding ourselves?

“Or being found,” Peterson said, just before telling me the story of his spiritual director, the Carmelite nun.

“I was introduced to her by a friend,” he began. “She’d never … been in close relationships with Protestants. She became a Carmelite when she was 18 years old. So she didn’t know Protestants. I was new territory for her. And I’d never been close to a nun before.

“Basically, spiritual direction is her work. She was with 13 nuns at this convent in Baltimore. She didn’t do much. She asked me questions, she listened, she told me stories about herself. And it took me maybe two or three years to realize that most of what she said to me was indirect. It was no giving answers, it was letting me enter into her life and she entering into mine.

“She never prayed with me, which surprised me. She says, ‘Come to our prayer service and we’ll pray together in the community.’ So for somebody who grew up Pentecostal and didn’t really trust liturgy very much, it was another instance of what I’m right now calling ‘not doing,’” he said. “She had no program, she had no techniques, but she knew how to be relational.”

Peterson still sees his Carmelite sister. They’re the same age. She comes out to Montana each summer to visit for a few days.

“There’s an elusive quality to life itself and if we try to hard, we miss it,” he said.

I think I’m starting to grasp that. I’m not all the way there yet, but the fog is lifting a bit and I’m beginning to see lights on the road.

“Forty is kind of a benchmark,” Peterson told me. “You think, the things that you thought you were going to be doing when you were 20, you’re not. And so…what do I do now? Try another spouse? Try another body? Get another job?

“There’s something about entering into where you are and getting comfortable with that,” he said as we were about to hang up the phone. “When you go back home to Connecticut to be with your father, I hope that goes well.”

It did. And I didn’t have to do anything.

Being with my dad — exactly as he is and exactly as I am — was more than enough.

Cathleen Falsani is the Web Editor and Director of New Media for SojournersA version of this piece originally appeared in the November 2012 edition of Sojourners magazine.  All photos by Cathleen Falsani for Sojourners. 

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UPDATE: The ’06 Bruce Cockburn “God Factor” Interview NOW WITH AUDIO

Original post published in March 2011. Updated Aug. 17, 2012:

In the spring of 2006, Farrar, Straus & Giroux published my first book, The God Factor: Inside the Spiritual Lives of Public People, which was a collection of 32 “spiritual profiles” of well-known people (I won’t say “celebrities” as that label applies awkwardly to many folks in the book) who I had spent time with face-to-face talking about their spiritual lives. I then set out, as you do, promoting the book at various literary festivals and other public appearances. As part of that tour, we decided I should conduct a few of these “God Factor” interviews live before an audience. We invited Bruce Cockburn, long a favorite of mine and one of the first “celebrity” interviews I ever conducted way back when I was writing for my college newspaper. Bruce agreed to join me onstage at the Ann Arbor Book Festival in May 2006. I figured he’d fly in with his manager, do my little dog-and-pony show and fly back to Ontario. Instead, incredibly gracious and generous soul that he is, Bruce drove his van down from his home in Kingston, Ontario alone and spent a couple of days hanging out with me in the rain in Ann Arbor. Our conversation onstage was only a small part of the amazing conversations we had those few days in Michigan, but the only one for which I have an audio recording. (Our dinner at this fabulous Indian restaurant in downtown Ann Arbor — I’ve never before or since had curried okra quite as good — not far from the theater where I’d interviewed him backstage 15 years earlier, will remain one of my favorite experiences of all time.)

As for our public “interview,” it too remains one of my favorite of all time. For years I’ve meant to take a couple of hours to transcribe it and post it so all of you could read (and hear) Bruce’s thoughtful responses to my questions about his faith. I’ve sat down many times to do so, never finishing until tonite. So with my apologies for taking five  years to share it with you, I give you the Bruce Cockburn “God Factor” interview in its entirety. 

Transcript of my Bruce Cockburn “God Factor” interview at the Ann Arbor Book Festival, May 13, 2006

C: Can everybody hear us ok?

I’ve done many of these interviews before but never with an audience before, and usually we’re sitting on a couch or talking across a dinner table, but I think we’re both game. And I’m gonna grill him.

B: Here I sit, ready for the skewer.

C: Ready? Ok. Here comes the first one.

How would you describe yourself spiritually?

B: As a seeker, I think. I think that’s the simplest way to put it.

I think I suppose in some way we’re all that, or those of who think we should be are. Not everybody cares enough, I guess, about spiritual matters to identify themselves that way. But I do. And that seeking has led me through a bunch of different stuff.

I started being interested in spirituality when I was in high school. I can remember – whether it was the influence of the Beat writers I was reading, it might have been that – or some other set of circumstances that conspired to kind of get me thinking that there’s more to life than just the physical and that whatever that ‘more’ was it was something we should be paying attention to.

And that was the beginning.

I flirted with Buddhism because of the influence of the Beat writers. I moved on when the 60s came along – I sort of moved on into the occult, studied the Tarot, read a lot of old musty books about the occult take on spirituality. Eventually became a Christian and tried for a minute or two to be a fundamentalist Christian because I thought they seemed to offer the clearest definition of what being a Christian was.

And then I realized that it was, that their definition left out a lot of things because really what fundamentalism seemed to be about was drawing lines around things that were uncomfortable when they didn’t have lines. And I wasn’t comfortable with that kind of comfort.

(laughter)

So it kind of went on from there. Since then I’ve fallen under the influence of Sufi writers of Hindu teachings through Yoga studies and various other things. And the search continues.

C: Were you raised with any kind of traditional religious upbringing?

B: I was raised going to Sunday school, with the obligation to wear grey flannels on Sunday mornings, which was horrible.

C: What flavor?

B: It was what is called the United Church in Canada, which is different from the one in the United States. Its’ an amalgam of Methodist and Presbyterian. Socially the United Church in Canada has a history of kind of a liberal, of social engagement. It’s one of the least attended churches in existence, although when I was a kid that wasn’t true. All of the churches had bigger attendance than they do now.

My parents are agnostics and the only reason we went to Sunday school was that, well, my great aunt would be unhappy and the neighbors would talk. This was the 50s. You don’t buck the system in the 50s. We did what we were supposed to do. And that basically was kind of clear from the beginning that that was what we were doing. Because my parents would go to church from time to time but we didn’t hear any talk of religion in the home at all.

We got a little bit in school. We had to say the Lord’s Prayer. I remember the first time I encountered that. For some reason, we moved half way through kindergarten, and in the first half of kindergarten they weren’t saying the Lord’s Prayer — I don’t really know what that was about because it was pretty normal, as I later learned. But the next kindergarten I went to, you said this prayer in the morning and I’d never heard it before.

So I’m mumbling away, ‘Our Father, which art in heaven, HELL would by thy name,’ which I thought, ‘What the hell does that mean?’ Whoah. Weird. Psychedelic, if I had known that word back then. But anyway…

C: Do you recall what your first idea of God was?

B: Oh I think, I’m not sure how much this has been colored with hindsight, but I think it was probably sort of the charismatic old man with a big beard hanging out up in the sky. I think that’s probably the image I had of God as a kid.

But I also learned to love books really young and I learned that from my father who at that time, especially – he’s not that much of a reader as he was then – but he was a big reader and introduced me to Greek mythology, for instance, really early and it captivated me completely. Which I mixed up with Greek history – ancient history – as well so that my sense of the past was tied up with gods and heroes as much as it was with battles and modes of dress and stuff like that – buildings whose traces can still be found around. But there was a period when I was really young that I wanted to be an archeologist until I found out how much kind of boring work that involved.

So, my sense of God had to have also been affected by pictures in my mind of Zeus and Thor and the other ancient gods.

C: What do you think God is now?

B: Um…I like the Kabalistic view of God as ‘the boundless,’ which is basically a way of saying, I think, that there’s no image that applies at all and there’s no limits and every image that you could possibly think of is going to have limitations. Dealing with the boundless – I can kind of relate to that.

But I don’t know. It all remains to be seen.

If you think of psychology, if you think of Jung or Freud and the Jungian archetypes that exist in our beings in that worldview, those have a divine aspect or offer a connection to the divine. And those are clearly images – the animus, the anima, the principles that we, in my dreams anyway, they show up as people – sometimes really screwball people.

I remember – and this< I’m sure it was God – but a dream I had a few years ago: I opened the door of my house, which was in the country looking over nice fields – and there’s this old man in a suit, a yellow three-piece suit with a straw fedora and a cane and walking up my driveway. And he walks right up to my front door and I open the screen door and I’m excited to see him – he’s an old black man – and I said, ‘Hi! Welcome!’ and he looked and me and went, ‘Putain!’ which, for those of you who aren’t familiar with that, it’s the French word for ‘whore.’

(laughter)

Oh, OK. Clearly this man is telling me something.

I think he was kind of telling me stop fooling around with vague concepts and an intellectual kind of involvement and get down to trying to feel that kind of visceral contact.

So that’s what I currently work on.

C: Now, you said you became a Christian at some point. Can you talk about how that happened?

B: Yeah, I married a Christian. At the time we talked about spirituality but we really didn’t get down to religion too much. But over the first couple of years we were together, we talked a lot about that stuff.

She had grown up in a very freethinking household. Her father was a scientist. They were spiritually aware people but very disinclined to kind of attach any kind of imagery to things. And by way of adolescent rebellion, she had sort of run off and become a Baptist.

(laughter)

Kids have to separate themselves from their parents in some way and that was hers.

So we got into discussions about Christianity – she had abandoned that course after realizing that the people she had been with were very narrow-minded. They were glad to sign her up but they weren’t so good at dealing with being human.

We’re not married any more and we haven’t been for a very long time, but she remains a friend and she is a very psychic person with a lot of insight and she would have experiences that she couldn’t talk about with these people because it sounded demonic to them. So she left that.

But what she persuaded in getting me to do was to look at the Bible as something other than the chronicle of horrors that I had previously seen it as. We used to look in the Bible for the juicy bits, ya know? The guy stabbing his dagger into the king’s belly until the fat closed over his fist – that was a good one. And bits of the woman who was killed because she saved her husband’s life by grabbing his antagonist’s genitals. But because she’d touched a guy’s genitals, she had to be killed.

Ya know you find this – this is what I knew about the Bible as a teenager.

But, Kitty showed me St. Paul’s – whichever one of Paul’s letters that talks about loves – and one of the great things about the letters of St. Paul is that the guy – there is such a clear sense of him as a person in those letters. I don’t think I would have liked him very much.

C: I know I wouldn’t have…

B: But I really liked what he had to say about love. About the tongues of men and angels and that whole passage is a beautiful invitation to think more about that stuff. And that’s what Kitty offered me in terms of the Bible. So between that and reading CS Lewis and Tolkein and Charles Williams – who was another one of their cronies who wrote another amazing series of novels – almost impenetrable from a writing point of view – he was a terrible writer, but he was dealing with concepts that he seemed to have a really clear picture of – the bigger cosmos that we all inhabit and the way in which we interface with that cosmos, that are described in this series of seven novels dealing with kind of with the occult. Some of the people who are coming into these novels from the occult side are evil or represent evil and some do not. And his background seemed to, in some ways, parallel my own, some of the stuff that I’d studied before I got interested in Christianity came through in these novels clearly, and that attracted me to him.

So I came under the influence of these people and eventually I realized that I was in fact a Christian in every way except getting down on my knees and saying, identifying myself with Jesus as a person. And I did that. And then I was a Christian.

C: And here you are.

B: And here I am.

C: When we talked about spirituality once before, I don’t recall whether I asked you if you’d still call yourself a Christian, and I can’t recall what you might have answered. But would you?

B: Um, I guess I’m reluctant to not call myself a Christian because it’s been such a big part of my life. But I know that there are Christians out there who would not consider me a Christian and would probably be offended at me using that word about myself.

C: You’re in good company, Bruce.

B: I think so, actually.

But, um, so… In a certain way I do think of myself as a Christian, but I’ve learned so much from so many other sources that … and now we’re reading this very interesting book by a Canadian theologian called ‘The Pagan Christ,’ in which he deals with his own shock and dismay when he realizes that basically all of the elements of the story of Jesus as handed down to us in the Bible are present 2,000 years earlier than that in the Egyptian story of Horus, who is born of a virgin, has 12 followers, is murdered by the state in a horrible fashion and rises from the dead.

You think well…does that mean Jesus was there then as Horus? Or does that mean that it’s all metaphoric? Or something between the two? I don’t know the answer. For this particular guy, Tim Harper I think his name is, he comes to the conclusion that it is metaphoric and that’s how we should approach it and as that, for him, the stories are a source of inspiration and a model for us to approach God through. But it’s not that easy for me to make that leap if I believe his take on things.

I don’t know the answer.

I went to Jerusalem a couple of weeks ago. We were talking about this last night – Jerusalem seemed to me to be sort of a maelstrom of human spiritual hunger. It’s just this vortex. It seemed to me that there will never be peace in the vicinity of Jerusalem, partly for that reason. And it seemed, when you saw the distinctions that people went to such lengths to make between themselves as Franciscans or Armenian Orthodox or Armenian Catholic or different sects of Judaism or of Islam – they’re all there and they’re all representing themselves in their various uniforms and with their various rituals and they are terribly suspicious of each other. And you think, ‘This is as good as we get? This is a close as we get?’ Everyone has their sense of it. The thing, in a way and this is off the top of my head, but the thing that that illustrates is more than anything else the subjective nature of our relationship with the Divine.

And how important it is to remember how subjective it is and not to require other people to approach the divine in the same way. And humanity being the sort of tribal creatures that we are, we want to make these divisions. There is something instinctive in us that requires us to create tribes and to have somebody to oppose us in order to make us valid, or something. And when you see that so clearly illustrated in the confined setting of the old city of Jerusalem, it’s just – I don’t know. It was interesting. I’m still thinking. I don’t know where that’s going to take me yet.

C: There’s a debate going on in the States, and I don’t know what the conversation is like in Canada, but and I think what it boils down to is in a political construct here mostly. But what I think it really boils down to is people debating over what it really means to be a Christian. And if you are a Christian what that should mean for your politics – and  I mean that in a social-justice kind of way. What do you think that means? How has that played a role in your activism?

B: Love your neighbor as yourself. It’s pretty simple – until you try to practice it.

(laughter)

B: But it remains simple as a concept even if the neighbor is kind of smelly or whatever. It remains possible. And of course it also, in order to love your neighbor as yourself you have to start out first loving yourself, which is a big difficulty for a lot of people. We do the opposite. We project our self-hatred onto the neighbor and pretend that that, because it’s outside of us, we don’t have the problem. But it’s our problem.

So how do we translate that into the political arena? Well, it gets complicated when you’re dealing with issues like immigration, which is obviously a big one right now here, and a lesser issue in Canada but we kind of argue about all the same things that you guys do a year later.

(laughter)

B: …And with much less at stake, normally. But um, hah hah, ya know if you look at it – there are people somewhere in the world who are starving or who are victims of war and they’re victims of a situation that they didn’t create themselves – you go, well, that’s simple. I need to help those people. How can I help those people? Well, there are all kinds of nonprofit organizations and all kinds of avenues for helping people when it’s that obvious and it’s important to take advantage of those things because there are people who are our more immediate neighbors at those nonprofits who devote their lives to making the lives of other people in the world a little better. And they deserve our support. Ok? So that’s a simple take on it.

But when it comes down to whom you vote for, it gets very dicey. I didn’t vote in the last federal election in Canada because I couldn’t stomach any of the candidates. They all looked like cheap liars to me and they still do. After the elections, we have a government that wants to be Bush-like but doesn’t have America to work with.

(laughter)

So we’re saved from the worst excesses by virtue of being a country that doesn’t have any real power in the world. But the tendencies are there all the same.

C: What are you doing when you feel the most centered, or spiritually alive or something like that? Or the most authentically you?

B: Hmmm.

C: It’s a pop quiz.

B: Hahahah. I don’t know if I trust feeling authentically me. Hahahah. I’m not sure what that means. There probably is a good answer to that but…

C: I can phrase it a different way: What are you doing when you feel closest to God?

B: It’s an accident and I can be doing anything.

But most often it’s in the presence of some – it can be a dream when I wake up and feel like there was something important about God in the dream, or it can be standing under a starry sky and feeling – that’s probably the most dramatic moment – or standing on a seashore at night hearing the waves, feeling the rhythm of it, feeling a part of this enormous fluid clockwork mechanism (I’m mixing metaphors horribly) but that’s how it strikes me. There’s this jigsaw thing that’s going on that’s always in motion, that’s always sparkling and once in a while I get the feeling that I’m a part of that in a conscious way. I think we’re all part of it, obviously, but most of the time I’m not thinking about that. I’m thinking about something that I think I’m supposed to think.

But when I forget what I’m supposed to be thinking, and it’s usually as I said in the presence of some kind of natural grandeur, I kind of whoah! Forget little me. This is the voice of the Real talking.

C: What about your music? If I don’t ask you about your music they’re going to …

B: In your book, Melissa Etheridge says she finds God in her music, which I really suspect. Nothing against Melissa – she’s very good – but if I were to say I find God in my music I would think, ‘You arrogant prick!’ right after.

(laughter)

But, um, I don’t know. Music for me is a way of sharing experience among people. I wrote one song for God, on purpose, and that was ‘Lord of the Starfields.’ I attempted to write a biblical psalm, and it’s kind of written in the style of the psalms and it’s addressed to God, in a way, and it’s … ya know, I mean, I don’t know if God’s impressed by things like that. I suspect not really.

What impresses God, if that word can even be applied, is the raw emotion, the raw feeling behind the creation of a song like that, which was there in that case. It’s not always there in the songwriting process. The songs come out better when there is something raw and visceral going on, but sometimes that’s a little harder to access. And sometimes you feel the feelings and there are no words to frame it in, so there is no song.

C: Unless it’s in “Speechless”…

D: Well, instrumental pieces offer a different kind of thing. I hadn’t even really thought of about this – I had with other people’s music. This harks back to the previous question about where God turns up and God can turn up in the incredible harmonies, the mathematical symmetry of Bach or the more kind of strenuous outside harmonies of Bartok. I mean, there is something sublime that comes through that music sometimes. And it comes through in a non-verbal way. You can listen to Bach chorales where there are lyrics, but the lyrics are not very important to me, and as a songwriter that’s a kind of sacrilegious thing to say. But when I listen to a Bach chorale I’m listening to the music and the sublimity – if that’s a word – that comes through the music, not through my understanding of the music. That’s something I should remember with my own songs.

I had never applied that notion to my own work, but we put together a compilation of instrumental pieces that came out last fall (2005) and with a few new pieces on it, and hearing a whole album of instrumental stuff put it in a very different light for me. I realized that these pieces have something to say that’s going to be very subjective. I don’t know what another person will take from hearing those pieces. Hopefully they’ll think that some of it is beautiful and be touched in some way. But I found that whatever was happening there is something very different from what those same instrumental pieces have done on the albums that they originally came out on where they function more like counter point to a bunch of words, or relief from a bunch of words, as they case may be. Cuz I do tend to be a little word-heavy in the songs.

I’m accused of that.

C: They’re always great stories.

Do you worship? And if so, how?

B: I don’t go to church. I did. In the ‘70s I did go to church pretty regularly, for the second half of the ‘70s, I guess. But then I moved from Ottawa to Toronto and I never found a church that I really felt as comfortable with and I started touring more, farther afield in the world, and ya know, I’d wind up at a Catholic church service in Italy, which is the only kind you can find there – or the only kind I could find there – and couldn’t take Communion because I’m not a Catholic and I didn’t want to compromise the priest.

I could follow the service because it was close enough to what I was familiar with – I went to an Anglican church. But anyway, I drifted away from it and I haven’t ever gone back.

But I pray from time to time. I meditate a little bit, from time to time. Which I think of as a kind of prayer, because it involves opening myself to whatever might come in. And I feel like I don’t’ think I really am able to execute this very well, but I feel like my whole life is supposed to be a prayer, that everything I do is in some way supposed to be in tune with the will of God – if the Boundless can be said to have ‘will.’

But I think it does.

C: How do you figure it out, though?

B: Well, I don’t think you figure it out. I think that trying to figure it out is what gets us into trouble all the time. But feeling it in some genuine way – and that I realize is a very loaded notion – but feeling it in some genuine way is a truer way to deal with it.

I find – something will tell me, ‘Don’t go in that store; go in that other store.’ And I’ll go in the other store and there will be someone in there that I’ll end up having an encounter with that was meaningful, whereas if I had gone in the other story it wouldn’t have been. Tiny little things like this happen all the time, if you listen. If I listen to that little voice that says, ‘Go here and not there,’ which I’m not very good at doing. But once in a while I do and it produces surprising results, frequently.

C: I have one last question I’d like to ask, and I’m sure folks here would probably like to ask you a few things themselves … I’m thinking back to something you said at the beginning when I asked you how you would describe yourself spiritually and then later you saying that you wouldn’t not call yourself a Christian but that you continue – you are a seeker and you find truth other places, at least that’s how I’m interpreting what you said. At the beginning of my book [The God Factor], it starts with a quote from my philosophy professor at Wheaton College – the only thing I remember from his 8 o’clock Introduction to Philosophy class, when he said, ‘All truth is God’s truth,’ which to me means, if it’s true – it doesn’t matter who it’s coming from – it’s really coming from God. And I was wondering if you could share with these folks a story you told me last night about Nepal and the fellow you met coming down the mountain.

B: Oh, man, yeah.

C: It’s a great story.

B: Well, I don’t know…

C: I think it’s a great story.

B: Well, I went to Nepal in 1987 on behalf of a Canadian nonprofit that does work there among other places in the Third World. I was there for five weeks traveling around and traveling almost entirely on foot, because that’s how you do it in Nepal. The last week or so we were there, on the pretext of going to the Everest region to look at Sir Edmund Hillary’s projects with the sherpa people, we went trekking, basically, in the general direction of Mt. Everest. We didn’t get there because of time considerations. But we’re going up and up and up and up these incredible mountains in this incredibly scenery in this landscape where every time you turn a corner there’s what’s called a chorten – a pile of rocks, basically, with ‘Hail to the Jewel and the lotus’ written on every rock that people have put there for centuries. They’re always at a little crossroads and the little roads or pathways are not, of course, what we think of as roads.

So we came over a mountain into a village at one point and the villagers were all away at the local market, but we could hear this bizarre music – Tibetan style music – and it was a funeral. And we kind of crashed the funeral and hung around for a while. The funeral was going on for days. This wasn’t part of the story but I’m telling it anyway: the people whose relative was being honored at the funeral had spent a year scraping up enough money to hire all of these monks and nuns to come and conduct the funeral, which was lasting three or four days of constant music and constant chanting and prayer and whatever. So this is the kind of landscape that we’re in.

We’re walking up this beautiful trail, and a party of people that became very quickly were Americans were coming down the other way. There was this old gentleman, a guy in his – older than me (I was a little younger in ’87 of course), this guy I would guess was in his maybe late 70s and he had spent his entire life in Nepal, or at least he had spent 25 or there abouts years in Nepal after he had left his job as a teacher at a seminary here, some kind of evangelical college here in the States. He boasted to me that he had taught Robert Schuller, the guy who has the Crystal Cathedral. But he was bitter. He was about to leave Nepal. He had gone on this trek up to see the Everest base camp as kind of the last thing he was doing in Nepal before leaving for good.

And he said he was so disappointed because he had spent all of this time trying to bring God to the people of Nepal. He said, ‘These people don’t want to know God.’ Well, they didn’t want to know his God. They didn’t get his God. And he didn’t get them, at all. I felt so bad for this guy. I felt sort of judgmental, I have to say, but I also felt like what a tragedy this was. This guy had been there all of these years and he hadn’t got that this whole place is steeped in Spirit and to me it was just so obvious. I don’t know what that means in the day-to-day and of course when you live in a place you become sucked in in a way that a casual observer might not be, so ya know, it’s not fair for me to judge him. But it just seemed like such a waste of that energy. Ya know?

C: Maybe it’s just not seeing God in other people?

B: Well, I think it’s the tribalism thing. I think it’s the conviction that your version of God is the only real one and  – I mean, this is what we’re taught in church – everybody that doesn’t believe the way we do is condemned to a hereafter of torment. And he’s out there trying to save these people from that hereafter of torment and they’re going, ‘Well, I don’t think so. We’ve got our way of looking at these things and maybe you should take a look at it.’

The thing, too, and it’s part of the picture when you talk about Nepal and I’m sure it’s probably true in other places, proselytizing is illegal in Nepal for anyone on behalf of any faith. But it works fine for the Buddhists and the Hindus because they’re not into proselytizing anyway. And the Christians and the Muslims have a harder time in Nepal. A Catholic priest was jailed while I was there because he was caught proselytizing. That was part of the landscape that this guy had to face, too, which, of course, I didn’t have to deal with because I wasn’t there for that.

But I think it was a clear illustration, as clear as any that I’ve come across, of the problem when we try to identify God, when God becomes some kind of extension of a human construct, which the God that we grow up with – the same God with the long hair and the beard – is probably the same God that guy believed in, that God is not trustworthy. Ya know?

C: Thank you for answering my questions, Bruce, I appreciate it. If anyone has a few questions for Bruce Cockburn or for myself, I’m sure we’d be happy to answer.


AUDIENCE 1: I do. You mentioned some classical writers who are all dead – Lewis and Tolkien – are there any contemporary writers, Christian writers in particular, that you have found useful or influential for you?

B: There’s a guy named Bob Ekblad who’s a Presbyterian minister who put out his first book recently, which is called Reading the Bible with the Damned. Which is about his experience as a kind of aid worker in Central America and in his current practice of a prison ministry in Washington State, where he’s dealing with a lot of people from Central America, too. And it’s a pretty interesting take. I think he would probably consider himself an evangelical, but he’s one of the good ones.

(laughter)

This book, The Pagan Christ, I found very interesting. It’s a disturbing book and not a terribly great piece of literature, but definitely worth reading, I think, too.

AUDIENCE 2: I wonder how you balance being, apparently, the sincere, seeking Bruce Cockburn that everybody thinks is so cool and the public Bruce Cockburn that has to schlep his way to Ann Arbor to do a gig like this.

B: I came because I wanted to. The answer to the question is I try to keep there from being too much of a gap between those two things. I actually don’t do very much that doesn’t fit with who I think I am. Over the years I’ve learned to accommodate the music business to a greater degree than I did in the beginning. But I see that in human terms. I mean, I go to a radio station and the radio guys have their jobs that they’re doing and if I relate to them as human beings, we’re not really – it stops being the business game. As long as I’m able to do that, I don’t feel like I have to do too much of the other stuff.

It gets weird – my first taste of high-level politics, when I actually started meeting heads of state in connection with issue-related stuff of one type or another, there was kind of a heady intoxication that went with that. I thought, ‘Oh, I have power!’ The lure of power was out there. I didn’t feel like I really had it but I could get it if I played my cards right. But thank God I got over that. I realized, well, what liars these guys were and that I’d never be as good a liar as they were. So not to hold myself up as any paragon of virtue, but there are people who have skills and talents and mine isn’t that one.

(laughter)

AUDIENCE 3: I wonder how you relate to reincarnation and whether that has any resonance for you.

B: ‘In my Father’s house, there are many mansions.’ Uh, it was suggested to me years and years ago that that was a reference by Jesus to reincarnation. I don’t know one way or the other, but I feel like one lifetime isn’t enough and I kind of … I guess my … I’m not sure that I hold onto this assumption the way that I would hold onto a Teddy Bear when I was a kid or something, but I kind of assume that we have more than one life. At this point in my life, I feel like death is some kind of graduation ceremony and we’re on to the next level of education after that, whatever it is. I’m not sure if we can come back in human form or whether the bundle of energy that is in us goes somewhere else, but I do feel like I have a sense that I’ve been here before and that I might be here again.

AUDIENCE 4: Cathleen I have a question for you. Would you consider yourself a seeker of the truth? You hear that term a lot. And if so, what is the truth that people are seeking?

C: Wow. I wish you’d asked Bruce that. It’s a tough one.

(Bruce laughs)

Am I a seeker of truth? I certainly hope so. I’m a Christian. I use that term begrudgingly only because I suck at it.

(laughter)

I’m trying to be a Christian, in the true sense of what that word means. And I guess… what is truth? Dang, with three minutes left in the hour. God, I guess? I think when people are seeking truth, I think the ultimate truth is God and so what they’re really looking for is God. And I suppose that leads to the question, ‘Well, what is God?’ And I don’t think I’m going to try to box that in. I don’t think you can box that in.

So, am I a seeker after truth? Am I a seeker after God? Yes. And that’s why I wrote the book [The God Factor]. And that’s why I do what I do for a living, which I enjoy a great deal. And that’s the way I try to live my life, and in my best moments, I think I’m kind of heading in that direction.

B: C.S. Lewis said that all it takes to be a Christian is a belief in the reality of Christ. So you can’t really suck at it.

C: Are you sure?

B: Well, he was sure, and I’m taking his word for it.

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GODSTUFF: Trump Presidency Doesn’t Have a Prayer

“More persons, on the whole, are humbugged by believing in nothing than by believing in too much.” —    Phineas Taylor Barnum

Let’s just cut to the chase: “The Donald” has as good a chance of becoming “The President” as Pope Benedict XVI does of replacing Steven Tyler as a judge on “American Idol.”

Despite the legitimate news coverage Donald Trump‘s flirtation with running for president in 2012 has garnered in recent days, the eccentric billionaire will never reside in the White House for one reason alone (and it’s not his questionable coiffure.)

The insurmountable hurdle to a Trump presidency is religion. Like it or not, there is a spiritual litmus test for the presidency and Trump undoubtedly would not pass.

For the majority of American’s, Trump is far better known for his undying devotion to mammon than his love for God. Not that wealth and the presidency are mutually exclusive. Many former presidents were men of great means.

Yet Trump, twice-divorced with a very public history of philandering and questionable ethics, is not just a wealthy man. He is the poster child for conspicuous consumption and delusions of grandeur.

Surely an intelligent and accomplished man with more than average savvy about his public image and aspirations, earlier this month Trump embarked on a faith offensive when he sat down for an interview with political chief David Brody of the Christian Broadcasting Network (the house that Pat Robertson built.)

“How do you see God,” Brody asked.

“I believe in God,” Trump began his answer. “I am Christian. I think The Bible is certainly, it is THE book. It is the thing….First Presbyterian Church in Jamaica, Queens is where I went to church.

“I’m a protestant, I’m a Presbyterian. And you know I’ve had a good relationship with the church over the years. I think religion is a wonderful thing. I think my religion is a wonderful religion,” Trump said.

Brody followed up with a question about Trump’s churchgoing habits.

“Well, I go as much as I can,” Trump said. “Always on Christmas. Always on Easter. Always when there’s a major occasion. And during the Sundays. I’m a Sunday church person. I’ll go when I can.”

So he’s on the record a Chreaster (those who show up for church only on Christmas and Easter.) It’s not exactly a resounding testimony to Trump’s living faith.

For his part, Brody seemed unfazed by the Donald’s rather unorthodox spiritual biography.

“Donald Trump has piqued the interest of some Evangelical leaders. His bold talk is something conservative Christians like to hear,” Brody wrote in an analysis of the interview. “Remember, Evangelicals tend to operate in a world of biblical absolutes. Their world is very black and white. Not many shades of gray. That’s how Trump sees the world, too.

To borrow a line from “Weekend Update” hosts Amy Poehler and Seth Meyers on “Saturday Night Live: “Really, Brody? Really?!”

While recent polls seem to indicate that Trump could be a viable Republican presidential candidate and has garnered enough support to perhaps even prevail in a match-up against President Obama (whose birth records and religious predilections Trump has called into question in recent days), experts on the role of religion and the presidency say the mogul’s political aspirations are quixotic at best.

“I’m inclined to see the Trump extravaganza as something of a sideshow,” said Boston University’s Stephen Prothero author of several books about religion in American life, including A Nation of Religions: The Politics of Pluralism in Multireligious America.

“[Trump] is the P. T. Barnum of his time. In my view he’s drumming up interest in his brand more than he is making a serious run for the presidency.  That said, I think his candidacy is a test of sorts for where the Republican Party stands today.  Is it really about economics and budgets and deficits, as Tea Party partisans pretend?  In that case, the businessmen in the race (Trump and Romney) would seem to be, literally, well suited.”

Mitt Romney, the former governor of Massachusetts and a 2008 also-ran, is often mentioned as a leading candidate for the GOP ticket in 2012. But religion-and-politics watchers repeatedly question whether the powerful evangelical bloc would support a Mormon candidate, despite his family-friendly traditional values.

But stranger things have happened in American politics.

“We’ve seen once-insuperable barriers fall in presidential politics — and probably none more significant than a divorced man (Reagan) garnering the evangelical vote in 1980,” said Randall Balmer, professor of religious history at Barnard College and author of God in the White House: How Faith Shaped the Presidency from John F. Kennedy to George W. Bush.

“Reagan, however, exuded an air of piety — how sincere or not I still can’t figure out — whereas Trump seems to have a severe piety deficit,” Balmer said. “This seems especially debilitating for someone with his sights set on the Republican nomination, where some semblance of faith seems to be a prerequisite. On the other hand, if (Newt) Gingrich can pull it off, I suppose anyone can.”

If religion and culture still matter, Prothero believes both Romney and Trump are in trouble. He wouldn’t be on either man, even in one of Trump’s casinos.

“My money,” Prothero said, “is on ‘neither of the above.’”

A version of this post originally appearead via Religion News Service.

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GODSTUFF: Knit one. Pray two.

When my husband and I were married at a white clapboard Connecticut church back in 1997, we wanted to give the minister who officiated the wedding a special gift for her spiritual guidance and love. We decided on a hand-woven clerical stole made by a woman in Florida who prayed for the recipient as she wove threads into a garment.

I loved the idea of weaving prayers into a piece of clothing — a work of art, really. The minister wore the stole around her neck as she led us through vows and prayers. The weaver’s prayers joined the litany of prayers offered on that October afternoon for the beginning of our married life and the journey together of weaving two lives into one.

We are hard-wired to be innately creative beings, compelled to create because we are made in the image of the Creator. And we all create something, whether it is a work of art, a piece of jewelry, songs and stories, or families and relationships.

As I understand it, our hands are supposed to be God’s hands in the world. The works of our hands are marked by the fingerprints of the Divine. They are artifacts of God’s love. I yearn to create, to make something beautiful with my hands.

Some years before I was married, a longsuffering college friend (bless her) attempted to teach me how to knit. The idea was seductive. From an early age, I loved going into yarn and fabric stores with my mother and perusing the shelves stuffed with colorful skeins and hanks of wool, silk, and cotton. I loved the feel of the textiles and fibers; intrigued by the potential they held to make something beautiful and complex by hand.

During my first attempt at learning to knit, I bought needles and skeins of soft mohair yarn the color of lapis lazuli and turquoise and set about making a sweater. But it was a false start. I quickly became frustrated with the complicated stitches and mistakes I’d knit into my would-be garment, unsatisfied by the imperfections of my creation. Almost 20 years later, that unfinished knitting project languishes in a box in my storage space.

Over the years, I’ve often thought about trying to knit again in much the same way that I perennially consider taking a conversation class to brush up on my once-fluent French. But I was afraid of failure, so I admired the yarn from a safe distance.

This summer, my best friend Kelley came to visit me for a week. A year or so before, she had taken up knitting and took to the craft like a virtuoso. I was stunned by the beautiful sweaters, shawls, purses and hats she made and, truth be told, I was jealous.

One morning, sitting in the sun on my porch, Kelley asked me if she could teach me to knit. After hemming and hawing about my inability to learn the craft, I acquiesced and we drove into town to visit the village yarn shop.

Kelley encouraged me to pick a few skeins of yarn that felt good in my hands. She told me not to judge myself or to be daunted by the mistakes I would inevitably make. “They’re undoable,” she said. “You can always pull the thread and start again.” It was a lesson about art and it was a lesson about life.

This time, the stitches felt natural, the contemplative rhythm of knitting and purling, punctuated by the gentle clicking of the wooden needles, calmed my spirit. I began to create things — scarves, shawls, stoles and, most recently, hats — each a gift for someone I love fashioned by yarn and prayers.

The first piece I finished was a small shawl for Kelley knitted with yarn made from recycled silk saris. It had some flaws — dropped stitches and twists that left holes in the garment. I decided to leave them and frame them with small circles of wood whittled by street artisans that I picked up on a trip to Africa. The imperfections made the piece more beautiful and, with the help of the wooden circles, stronger.

I prayed for Kelley as I knitted her shawl, giving thanks to God for weaving her life into mine as the yarn moved through my fingers in quiet contemplation. My heart sang praises to the Divine for creating an imperfect garment that is flawed, beautiful and strong.

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