Clash of Loyalties

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There has been more than enough “discourse” over Harrison Butker’s commencement speech at Benedictine College in Atchison, Kansas (a school of which I’d never heard before this, nor, I would bet, had the vast majority of those commenting or writing, aghast, that anyone still holds such views IN 2024!). But grist for the rage mill must be produced, lest it grind to a halt.

What is a little strange is that I read and hear and see things every single day that are “offensive” to me and the convictions I hold. There may have been a time when I would have written caustically about those offenses (even, erstwhile, on this blog). Now, most of the time, I shrug. Far better to carry out my vocations and work in the space that I have been given, than to constantly comment on people I have never met and things that have a marginal, if any, relationship to my daily life. It is the Facebook/Twitter(X)/TikTok effect that everything must have an immediate response, everything is significant, everything hurts or helps me, so I’m going to tap out a half-informed answer from my smart phone screen. The 24-hour, social-media “news” cycle has caused us to think, falsely, that billions of events around the world, over which I have zero control, somehow affect me. At the same time, the things that actually do affect me–local politics and school boards, the wellbeing of myself and my family, my neighbors–get short shrift, and, in a strange reversal, I am inclined to think I have no control over any of that either. Thus, for the vast majority of people, endlessly scrolling through the destruction and identity echo chambers, it is not social action that abounds, but an increasing and overwhelming feeling of anxious helplessness. The only thing left to do is burn it all down and start over–though the “start over” part is always much blurrier than the burn-it-down part.

Even so, the (manufactured) controversy over Butker’s remarks can teach Christians something: not about what to say or not to say, but about how we navigate clashes of loyalties in the world. Obviously, we’re not all players for professional sports teams, nor are we all giving commencement speeches at colleges and universities. But strip it back to the basics of Butker’s situation, and we see something that does apply to Christians in every vocation. Consider how many loyalties bind Harrison Butker: husband, father, Roman Catholic, NFL kicker, commencement speaker, public figure, etc. You and I do not have those specific loyalties, perhaps, but we do have multiple loyalties, and we are navigating them whenever we decide to do one thing rather than another. Instead of “loyalties,” we might say “relationships.” Whatever responsibilities you have in your own specific life comprise your vocation. In Roman Catholic terms, that usually refers to priests, monks, and nuns. But in Lutheran terms, your vocation consists of all of the relationships you have in which something is required of you. And those responsibilities may and do sometimes overlap or conflict. In my own case, I am a husband and father, but I am also a pastor. Because I have limited time, I am required by those relationships to choose sometimes between giving time to my family and giving time to my parishioners. Sometimes a family need or emergency may keep me from dealing with a congregational matter. Sometimes an emergency with a parishioner may require me to leave a family gathering.

When it came to his commencement speech, Butker chose his loyalty to his understanding of husbands, wives, family, politics (how dare he criticize a sitting president?!), and cultural issues, in a specific context which gives meaning to his words, over loyalty to the Kansas City Chiefs, the NFL, and even to a different version of female vocation within the Roman Catholic Church (see the response of the nuns). While I would put things differently, and prefer less overt nods to culture-war buzzwords, that’s not really the point I want to make. By getting stuck on the content (which is not, of course, unimportant) of a speech for which we were not present, and which has no direct effect on our actual lives (not being graduates of that institution in 2024), Christians may make the mistake of thinking that we can avoid similar clashes of loyalty within our vocations–which always take place at various intersections of the “religious” and “secular.” It’s always much easier to use a controversy as a proxy war against “them,” whomever “they” might be.

Perhaps the most public clash of loyalties is built into the very fabric of the United States and its version of Enlightenment liberalism: the implications of freedom for each individual when there is a wide divergence of opinion and ways of living. Freedom for Christians in the public square will necessarily come into conflict with freedom for people who hold contradictory views, and vice-versa. We like to think that everyone can be fully free in their own persons and that as long as we do not “harm” (vaguely defined) others, we all somehow can live in peace. But this is proving, and will continue to prove, as illusory as the “American dream.”

The most obvious possibility for where this conflict will be joined is on the property of churches themselves. When “harm” is defined as “anything said by someone publicly that I take to be an attack on my psychological self-identity,” how long until “freedom of speech” and “free exercise of religion” are turned against each other? There has already been a lot of discussion about the “limits of free speech” (an oxymoron if ever there was one). While I am not a prophet nor the son of a prophet, I expect the tax-exempt status of churches as 501(c) (3) organizations to be the first piece to be attacked and undone, in the name of freedom and inclusion. (The NFL gave away the plot when they distanced themselves from Butker, because they are, ironically, an “inclusive” organization. At least it would have made logical sense if they had said instead, “We don’t like what he said, but we are an inclusive organization, so he is free to say it.”)

Pastors preach the Law of God, as well as the Gospel, and the Law is “harmful” and “damaging” to the sinful flesh, aiming at the final death of that sinful nature itself so that the Gospel of Jesus can make alive the person unto the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting. Courts in the United States have not, so far, ventured into churches to determine how far sermons fall under both the free speech and free exercise clauses, but they might well be inclined to cut off church property from any kind of tax accommodation, essentially closing the majority of churches in areas where the property taxes would make their existence unsustainable.

Those situations are on the most public end of the clash of loyalties in the United States, but because the vocations of Christians cross those lines nearly every day, every Christian is going to have to decide how to act and what to say when those multiple relationships come into conflict. Harrison Butker chose one way and angered the representatives of his other loyalties, as well as those who themselves hold other loyalties. But whatever one’s individual loyalties, and whatever the consequences, no Christian can avoid the choice altogether.

Heaven and Earth Bear Witness

As usual, the political divisions over various issues do not match the division between a Scriptural understanding and an idolatrous one. In this case, it’s the division between “conservatives” and “liberals”–or, better, between the rabid Republican and the rabid Democrat–on climate change (what an anodyne, meaningless phrase) and other, related environmental issues. You know it’s a disease because any response is immediately knee-jerking, fist-pumping, and unthinking.

But Christians ought not to be caught up in the extreme partisanship of what seem to be America’s twilight years. There is enough foolishness on either side to make any so-called “discussion” an exercise in engaging a fool according to his folly (Proverbs 26:4, not 26:5). When it comes to human responsibility for the volatility of the climate (and similar issues), too many Christians have been sucked into either viewing extreme weather as the moral challenge of our time, an issue of Biblical proportions; or into an involuntary muscle spasm of  mockery and denial.

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St. Coraline the Mundane

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on November 2.]

Coraline (2008, streaming on Amazon Prime) might be the perfect movie for All Saints or All Souls (not that I’m praying for the dead in Purgatory, understand). What a great, semi-frightening children’s movie that gets to the heart of what matters in a family. I don’t know how closely it follows the story by Neil Gaiman, but the film is profound in ways I didn’t expect.

Coraline moves to a new place in Oregon, brown and barren, far away from her friends, with parents who seem to ignore her or want her to go somewhere else and leave them alone. They’re in the middle of their work, and since it’s raining, Coraline is forced to explore the old house in which they live. She discovers a pathway to an alternate world, where her Other Mother and Other Father are everything that she wants from her own parents. But be careful what you long for. You might get it.

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Gosnell and the Hypocrisy of Everything

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on October 26.]

Halloween is almost upon us, and some people like to watch scary movies. But don’t see the new Halloween or Predator or The Nun. If you want a real horror show—because it’s true—go see Gosnell: The Trial of America’s Biggest Serial Killer.

I saw it a couple Fridays ago and, while it’s not going to win any acting or cinematography awards, none of the cinematic shortcomings distract significantly from the story being told. This is one case where the story is so unbelievable, so horrific, so heart-rending, that everything else comes in second.

That’s not to say the acting is bad. Some scenes might seem more television’s Law and Order than award-winning film, but there are definite highlights. In particular, Sarah Jane Morris (as ADA Lexy McGuire) and Earl Billings (as Kermit Gosnell) are compelling and believable. Billings, especially, is convincing in his half-naive, half-psychopath portrayal. Nick Searcy does his thing (one of my favorites in every scene of Justified in which he appeared), though he goes a little over-the-top, big-time defense attorney at moments. But the best actors in this film are those who play the employees and patients of Gosnell’s clinic. These women are impressive in every sense. If they gave out awards for such short appearances on screen, they would deserve to win.

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Absurdity Between God and Evil

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on October 19.]

After I watched Troubled Water last week, one of Amazon’s recommendations was Adam’s Apples (2005, streaming on Amazon Prime), about a naive pastor in Denmark, Ivan (Mads Mikkelsen), who welcomes in a neo-Nazi in hopes of (I think) rehabilitating him. Add that neo-Nazi to a Saudi immigrant who robs gas stations and an alcoholic Dane, and it’s a weirdly religious, absurd black comedy.

In spite of the weird aspect ratio thing that Amazon was doing, I was slowly drawn into the story. It’s not laugh-out-loud funny, but funny in its absurdity. The pastor is not only naive, but indefensibly and, apparently, invincibly so. Nothing that Adam does can shake Ivan’s optimism and “faith,” including a picture of Hitler on the wall and beating him viciously. Ivan says that Gunnar’s alcoholism is cured, though he doesn’t hide the many bottles and Ivan even offers to pick up some “medicine” for him when he goes out. And Ivan is convinced Khalid is done with robbery, though there is a balaclava and a large wad of cash in his jacket, not to mention the gun he easily produces to get rid of the crows in the apple tree.

Further, Ivan refuses to admit that his son is completely disabled and that his wife committed suicide. He views it all as an attack from Satan that he is to withstand. All of it: the crime, the alcoholism, his wife’s death, a neo-Nazi beating him up, the crows and worms in the apple tree. It is all a Satanic attack, and Ivan believes that he is simply called to bear up under it with an undying optimism.

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Guilt and Grief, and Relief

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on October 12.]

Troubled Water (2008, streaming on Amazon Prime) is really a brilliantly made film. You know the whole thing is going to collapse and fall apart between Thomas and Agnes, but you don’t know when. That tension builds and builds, even when there is nothing tense happening in a given moment. And the way the story is put together brings even seemingly unimportant events to their true significance.

It’s not that the shift in perspective in the middle of the film is unique, but perhaps it surprised me because (not having heard of the movie before) I simply didn’t expect it. Even though it’s over two hours, the two couples are so entwined and paralleled, focused on Thomas and Agnes, that I never felt the length. One has seemingly overcome her grief; one has seemingly overcome his guilt; but both have been deprived (or deprived themselves) of the opportunity to face head-on the event that connects them.

Until that happens, you can feel the troubled waters begin to stir beneath the surface. The central moment is highlighted by the caretaker asking Thomas to play “some real church music” for children on a field trip—led by Agnes—and he plays “Bridge Over Troubled Water” (!).

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Rams

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on October 5.]

First of all, in another life, I would have wanted to be an Icelandic shepherd. Second, Rams (streaming on Netflix) is a beautiful—truly—meditation on family, place, and history. There is the dark humor that comes with two brothers (Gummi and Kiddi) who live next to each other, doing anything and everything they can to avoid actually speaking with each other—up to and including training the dog to take messages back and forth.

Then there’s Gummi using his front loader to transport to the emergency room a passed-out and nearly frozen Kiddi. This follows the Christmas when Kiddi is found on Gummi’s doorstep, and Gummi helps him into a warm bath and then covers him up. (And then Gummi hides in his back room until Kiddi leaves.)

But in moments like those is revealed an underlying tenderness that even 40 years of bitterness can’t erase. This is the tension that finds its release in the final scenes, where the brothers’ literal survival depends on putting the past in the past.

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Wild West Preachers

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on September 28.]

So I watched Pale Rider for the first time. Clint Eastwood is great, as always. The Eastwood squint/glare is in full effect. He has no actual name in the film, but simply goes by “Preacher.” And he comes as an apparent answer to Megan Wheeler’s prayer over her dog’s grave, interspersed with Psalm 23. In fact, this is a religiously infused movie, down to the coincidence of Megan reading Revelation 6:8 when the preacher first rides into the small mining town.

The people in the mining town (the “tin pans,” as Coy LaHood calls them) respect him because he’s a preacher, and the LaHoods fear him for the same reason. Preachers are dangerous, according to LaHood, because he might give the people faith, and then the LaHoods will have no chance of running them off their mining claims.

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The Devil and Father Amorth

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on September 21.]

This isn’t a great documentary. In some ways (down to the design of the credits and titles) it is simply playing on the success and popularity of The Exorcist—though there’s no pea soup, no unnaturally turning heads, and no priests die. (And my wife thinks William Friedkin sounds like Donald Trump. Narrator: he does.)

So while there are a few and minor interesting things in this film, the questions it raises are more interesting to me. What is it that continues to fascinate about exorcism? Why do people continue to make movies dealing with exorcism? I count at least 25 films focusing on possession or exorcism since 2000 (most of which—to placate my critics—I have never seen). Why so many, and why is this a recurring theme?

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Memory is Treachery

[This appeared first at The Jagged Word on September 7.]

Memory is a strange thing. Last week I wrote that I had seen The Machinist during my second summer at college, the first that I did not return home between classes. In one of my periods of sleeplessness last night, I realized that couldn’t be true. As clearly as I seemed to remember picking up that movie at a video place and watching it then, it couldn’t have happened then because I was in college from 1998-2002. The Machinist came out in 2004, which means that if I saw it soon after it came out, I couldn’t have seen it before my third year at the seminary (my vicarage, or internship).

Huh. Who knows when I actually watched it? Who knows where I got it from? Maybe the little video rental place in downtown Little Rock, Arkansas during my vicarage. Maybe the Blockbuster in Grand Forks, North Dakota after I had already become a pastor in Northern Minnesota. Once I realized that my original thought was clearly wrong, I couldn’t place the memory in a particular place or time.

And I’ve had this experience more than once, where I think I remember something and there is irrefutable evidence that I’m remembering incorrectly. Memory is a slippery thing. One of my favorite films ever, Memento—not to mention one of the most original films I’ve ever seen—completely messes with the idea of what memory is and what it does.

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