Loyalty Oaths and Christian Identity Branding

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When the ministerial association in our town was struggling with the new reality of its internal diversity, one minister came up with a solution: a confession of faith to be signed by all members of the clergy who wished to join the group or continue their membership. When I, being an officer at the time, pointed out the exclusionary effect of such a loyalty oath and its violation of the association’s charter, the evangelical Christian majority left to form their own Christian association which certainly would no longer include a rabbi or a Buddhist “priest” (sensei). Neither would it include a Presbyterian unwilling (1) to sign a fundamentalist Christian confession or (2) to exclude the Jew and the Buddhist from conversation among the clergy. I was not alone in remaining with the suddenly much smaller group, and so the association split over the issue of inclusion.

People with exclusionary agendas prefer simple definitions of identity – in effect, branding. The ordained in my denomination, the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.), are already committed to a carefully defined relation to eleven historic confessions of Christian faith. Our promise to be led by these confessions as we seek to “lead the people of God” very carefully balances conformity with freedom – freedom, not only to dissent, but to keep growing in the faith and engaging new struggles in new times. So, on the basis of that reality alone, I would not have signed another confession to which my adherence would remain unspecified, unbalanced, and declared in a rigid and simplistic positive answer to, “Yes or no?” I would, therefore, not have signed the confession even if I had believed on its terms all the things it insisted I believe on its terms, which I did not.

But there was more going on in that choice, and there remains to this day more to consider in such matters of identity.

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More on the Bogus “Clash of Civilizations”

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Men who don’t already know it may find that in prison they must belong to a strictly if crudely defined group in order to survive, a prison gang. Where I live, teenage boys tell of the difficulty of saying “No” to gang membership urged upon them day after day in the high school and the neighborhood. In J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter novels, “pure blood” wizards speak contemptuously, not only of “mud-bloods” (wizards or witches with non-magical parents), but also of “blood traitors,” meaning pure bloods or half-bloods who associate with mud-bloods. I have known the feeling of being regarded as a blood traitor (race traitor, actually) and have seen the hate stares. But let me share, rather, a less intense incident from my youth.

One day when I was in college in western Pennsylvania in the 1960’s, I was walking through town with an arm around each of two girls who were friends of mine (neither was my girlfriend), when an elderly man stopped on the sidewalk, stared at me in disbelief, and said aloud, “But you’re a white boy.” He seemed dazed. One of the girls was black. My response was adolescent and less than kind, which I later regretted, but clearly for the man my being white was far more significant to my identity than any sense of solidarity I might share with my college friends. It seemed he could scarcely imagine such a thing — that a white boy should be walking with one arm around a black girl.

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Lord Help the Sister

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Sunday was Independence Day in the United States, or was it Monday? However the holiday was split, the nation celebrated its declared independence from foreign rule along with its affirmation of the equality of all human beings before our Creator, even if there were a great many exceptions to the equality back in the early years of the nation’s life and even though there continue to be exceptions to equality today in this disturbing time when civil and human rights are held up to scorn by political opportunists playing upon the fear and rage inflamed predictably by our current Great Recession.

My personal celebration of the nation’s birthday included buying and beginning to read Amartya Sen’s short book, Identity and Violence: the Illusion of Destiny. Because I have been doing more writing the reading, I am only about 50 pages into the book, but Sen has already made one of his major arguments quite clear: he objects to the currently popular notion that we are engaged in a great and supremely decisive clash of civilizations. All the rage these days (underscore “rage”) is the pseudo-apocalyptic vision of an Armageddon between Western Civilization and Muslim Civilization. Supposedly the world has also a Hindu Civilization and a Buddhist Civilization. Sen argues convincingly that no such grand, simple, and overriding categories actually exist on the living planet Earth. We human beings are not segregated so neatly into civilizations.

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