Month: March 2014

Before there was a Wrigley, there was a seminary.

“There’s a picture of the ballpark in the opener in 1914,” Hartig said, “and beyond left field you see some of (the seminary buildings) on the property. There was a guy (on) the property, and he had time left on his lease. They were going to wait for the lease to expire. But when the season opened, there was something like nine home runs in the first three games.

“They decided the park was too small. So they checked the lease and saw it didn’t say anything about a porch. So they took the back porch off the house and moved the fence back, right to his house.”

I haven’t seen the new movie Noah yet (I plan to) but the best response to the film I’ve read so far is from one of my Old Testament Professors, Rev. Wil Gafney. You need to go read it: Black Like Me: Erased from the Noah Movie.

It matters that there are no people of color in the movie just like it matters that there aren’t many people of color on primetime tv. There is a collective narrative that continues to be told where people like me are not included. Well, that’s not 100% true. There are plenty of people on tv who are geeks, enjoy the internet, are well educated, and Christian. There are plenty of people on film who dress well, have families, speak English, live in New York City, are middle class, and have day-to-day struggles in their lives. There are lots of aspects of me that appears on film but my skin color is not one of them. In the collective story that my culture tells, I’m not entirely included. My cultural story that I embody does not necessarily include my actual body. And this matters because this is the story that I get to pass onto Oliver. I get to help him see who isn’t included in the narrative he’s surrounded by, what that feels like, and how to see who isn’t included in it either. Part of the job of the Christian, I think, is to always do that. The difference is that Oliver won’t have to stretch himself very far from what that looks like.

I wanted to write some words about this week’s fiasco involving World Vision but Father Anonymous over at Magdalene’s Egg said it better than I could.

I’m sorry for being so quiet recently and I wish I could break the silence now but finding time to write to you has been difficult. There’s so much to say, share, snark, and ponder about! But, first, I do have some news. This last weekend, I spent the weekend speed dating bishops in Philadelphia. Six bishops came to interview 15 first-call candidates (students who recently graduated seminary or are going to this spring). I was worried I would not be assigned anywhere. Instead, I’m going to New Jersey. I’m excited. K is excited. O is excited.

More to follow!