Finding Faith and Losing Sleep

Because of important things happening where I  live, I’ve been thinking a lot about Christians who have relationships of trust with politically and economically powerful people of faith, and and how the former can best connect the later to community constituencies with far less (if any) access.  Certainly, Christians who operate across these spheres are called to be bridge-builders, but to build good bridges, I suspect we must know both shores of the chasm. It’s not enough for Christians of privilege to connect Christians of greater privilege with these constituencies by edict.  It seems to me that however well we know the rich, we’re called to know the poor better, to know the poor more.

In some senses, bridges and chasms are failures of language.   In Christ, we’re called into the bleed of Venn circles, to the realization that we’re all in this together.  Sometimes, that’s hard to remember.

This morning, I led the discussion in the Adult Education hours at church in place of the traveling John Franke.  I wanted to explore the relationships of Hebrew prophets to power and consider how best we, as Christians in Allentown called into the bleed, can be most faithful. Last night, I read this passage from Pete Rollins before bed.

Don’t read Pete Rollins before bed.   Do read Pete Rollins, though.  How does “Finding Faith” land for you?  I closed the early session by reading this story as a  devotion with this disclaimer:  “there’s no right or wrong way for it to land.  It kept me awake last night and I wanted to share it with you.”

And I want to share it with you.

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The Knitting Circle, Goodreads, and My Grammy

From 2012.  Still true.  In the intervening time, I’ve done some of things Grammy did. I understand more.  I understand better. 

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I got this in my inbox today.

Of all the social media services I use, Goodreads is the one I clearly use  least.

I finished those last 46 pages in 2009.  In August of that year, I started my first fiction workshop at The New School, taught by Kitting Circle author Ann Hood.

It’s impossible to overstate the impact Ann had on our class.  She’s an amazing teacher, graceful and assertive in the kind of measures that let you know you have work to do, and that she believes you can do it.  The cadre of writers I met in that setting will say the same thing.  Those peers became friends in the course of Ann’s workshop, and those friendships were strengthened over the course of the next two years.

In the last 1020 days, I have, indeed, finished reading The Knitting Circle.  I’ve studied under Ben Taylor, James Lasdun, Robert Antoni, and Jeff Allen. I’ve worked alongside amazing emerging talent and have been blessed to call these people friends. I can’t say enough about what each of these people have given me or what their influence means to me.  I know I can finish what I’ve started because of the experiences I’ve had which each of them.

In May, I’ll celebrate the one-year anniversary of my MFA.  By then, I will have completed a draft of the novel I started halfway trough that program.  My grandmother, a key inspiration for that work, passed away this week. One of many great things you learn from Bob Antoni and Ben Taylor is that grandmothers are the keepers of our stories.  Theirs is the language of home.  Through Grammy, I’m connected to worlds I’d never begin to understand otherwise.  Grandmothers are emissaries from history, bridges between eras, nurturers of the present, caretakers of the future.

Whatever Ann and James and Bob and James and Jeff taught me, Grammy taught me first. She bought me books and encyclopedias, told me stories from her family on the farm.  She read us Laura Ingalls Wilder. She gave us a vernacular.  She helped run a business and she raised a family.  An extended family.  So much of who we are is simply her.  So much of who I am.

What else can one say?

Did Mike Daisey Lie?

Les Nessman and Johnny Fever in the studio
Ira Glass posing with Johnny Fever.

No.  I don’t believe he did.

Did Blood Diamond lie? Does that fact that it’s fiction make it any less true?

Daisey’s theatrical performances are precisely that, but that doesn’t make the issues he raises any less valid.  He’s a performance artist, not a journalist.  Remember when Bailey got in trouble on that episode of WKRP In Cincinnati for reading that story about the butterfly on-air?  Les Nessman was all beside himself because the story wasn’t true.  But it wasn’t a story, was it? It was a poem.  And poems can be true without being true.  Stories can be true even if they’re not.

If Daisey presented everything in his production as factual down to the last detail, I’d probably take a different position on this.  But he is an artist, and artists need to be able to render the truth via facsimile and proximity.  And that’s for the sake of the truth and all with ears to hear it.   There may never have been a Prodigal Son, but that story’s still true, isn’t it?

Great Book News from Some Writers I Don’t Know, Do Know, and Kind of Know

I don’t know Heather Poole, but my wife does.  Heather’s memoir, Cruising Altitude, came out today and she’s been all over radio and print.  Next week she’s on 20/20.  Congratulations, Heather!

Heather is a flight attendant, as was a writer I do know: the amazing Ann Hood.  Ann’s very successful novel The Knitting Circle is being made into a movie by HBO with Katherine Heigl starring and producing.

Clay Morgan, who writes a great blog called Educlaytion, just announced that he sold his first book to Abingdon Press.  Way to go, Clay!

Kyle Minor recently singed on with agent Katherine Fausset of Curtis Brown.  She’ll be representing and, I’m quite sure, selling, his new manuscript in short order. Kyle is a gracious dude and one the hardest-working writers I’ve seen on the web.  His talent and production are going to take him very far.

I’m very inspired but what all of these folks are doing.

Cool post from screenwriter Scott W. Smith. Scott shares a piece by Maureen Doud about 50s-starlet-turned-nun Dolores Hart, the subject of award-winning documentary “God Is The Bigger Elvis.” What a great and profound title!

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“HOW do you marry God after you’ve kissed the King?”
Maureen Doud
NY Times/ Where the Boys Aren’t 

“When I met Elvis, I met a very sweet and very courteous young man who jumped to his feet and said ‘Hello,’ and ‘ How do you do, Miss Dolores?’ I was very touched by his courtesy and honesty, and I thought immediately I would like this fellow.”
Dolores Hart

A spiritual documentary about a 73-year-old nun living in a rural Benedictine monastery/farm in Bethlehem, Connecticut might not seem like the easiest route to take to the Oscars, but it worked for God Is the Bigger Elvis—the story of former a Hollywood actress who once kissed Elvis Presley in a movie.

The 35-minute film directed by Rebecca Cammisa centers around the life of Chicago-born Dolores Hart who starred in the 1960 Ft. Lauderdale spring break flick Where the Boys Are and…

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