Special thanks to Dalton Autrey and the Secular Student Alliance campus group for bringing Frank to Vanderbilt. Frank’s latest book is “Why I Am An Atheist Who Believes In God.”
I was “closer” recently (last storyteller) at Tenx9Nashville (http://tenx9nashville.com) nite to share sort of penultimate experience/idea/story of Nashville, Tennessee. Here is the goodness, live from Douglas Corner on 8th Avenue, to a crowd of many. I just want to say, whatever is going on here in town – remains mysterious, good, and to a degree, irresistible.
Special thanks to Prof. Michael McRay for having me today as the featured guest. Name of class is The Storytelling Seminar – Meaning Making, Counter-Narratives, and the Art of Storytelling. We had a great time — first watched this video — link here — then I chatted for about 20 minutes. Audio from my talk is below. The handout I shared are also below — look for the link. The Tenx9 storytelling nite mentioned is held at Douglas Corner every 4th Monday. This coming nite – Sept 22 – the theme is “Nashville”. There are nine original stories (I too will share). Can’t wait – sure to be epic.
Every now and then a party comes along that really swings for the fences. Okay, it was mine, of the birthday variety. But still. Several friends helped to throw it nights back “C.S.Lew-ieCK”- even amidst the biggest summer rain storm in East Nashville history. Haha. That C.S. Lewis and Louie CK found ways to write in – especially pleasant.
Very fun to tell this one. Theme was “All In A Day.” Thanks Tenx9Nashville.
“Where is God when a gunman shoots children in a school, when [children’s books illustrator] Holly Meade dies [of cancer] in the midst of meeting a grandson, or when a child is hung in Auschwitz?” asks Frank Schaeffer in his new book, Why I Am An Atheist Who Believes in God – How to Give Love, Create Beauty and Find Peace. “Either God is evil and should be punched in the mouth, or there is no God.”
Schaeffer’s non-fiction books of recent years, including this one, loosely follow the same narrative: a formerly fundamentalist evangelical Christian and Religious Right leader with great influence finds his life profoundly empty because of his faith. He leaves it, disappears from the public for a time. Through art, immediate family, and relentless honesty, he eventually finds spiritual health and personal happiness. He even gets his voice back – though he has a different song.
There’s nothing quite like a fresh article from Schaeffer taking on his longtime alter-ego, Franklin Graham. Less than a month apart in age (both are 61), they have in common titanic Christian fathers (Schaeffer’s is the late Christian philosopher Francis Schaeffer, a Billy Graham-sized figure of Protestant academe). Franklin Graham heads the Billy Graham Evangelical Association (his father, Billy, is weak and up in years); he steadily upholds fundamentalist evangelical credo (for example, Easter Sunday weeks ago on ABC’s This Week he affirms that homosexuals should not be able to adopt children). Schaeffer, not surprisingly, has been on Franklin Graham’s back awhile. In March 2014, he posted blog entry, “Do Evangelical Leaders Really Believe Their Own BS?” It is this sort of rub that takes place 24-7 for Schaeffer—ghosts of the world of his father (who passed in 1984), flesh of leaders of today.
Schaeffer today values the Christian faith (he is a regular at his local Greek Orthodox church), but places the content of one’s character above all – whether atheist, Bible-believer, or in between. His end of the political spectrum has shifted, making his ability to use his own history to exploit weaknesses in conservative Christianity a rare gift. Born in Champery, Switzerland in 1952, his first book along these lines was in 2007, entitled Crazy for God: How I Grew Up As One of the Elect, Helped Found the Religious Right and Lived to Take All (or Almost All) of It Back. He has appeared on NPR’s Fresh Air with Terry Gross and is a frequent guest of The Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC.
In this book, one of the many fine passages is Schaeffer’s quoting of and response to the Umberto Eco essay, “When the Other Appears on the Scene”:
To accept even if only for a moment the idea that there is no God; that man appeared in the world out of a blunder on the part of maladroit fate, delivered not only unto his mortal condition but also condemned to be aware of this, and for this reason the most imperfect of all creatures … in order to find the courage to await death, we would necessarily become a religious animal, and would aspire to the construction of narratives capable of providing us with an explanation and a model, an exemplary image. And among the many stories we imagine—some dazzling, some awe-inspiring, some pathetically comforting—in the fullness of time we have at a certain point the religious, moral, and poetic strength to conceive the model of Christ, of universal love, of forgiveness for enemies, of a life sacrificed that others may be saved. If I were a traveler from a distant galaxy and I found myself confronted with a species capable of proposing this model, I would be filled with admiration… I would judge this wretched and vile species, which has committed so many horrors, redeemed were it only for the fact that it has managed to wish and to believe that all this is the truth… [T]he fact that this story could have been imagined and desired by humans, creatures who know only that they do not know, would be just as miraculous (miraculously mysterious) as the son of a real God being made flesh. This natural and worldly mystery would not cease to move and ennoble the hearts of those who do not believe.
I glimpse the beauty, the love and the peace that is—as [his wife] Genie puts it so wonderfully—too good to be true during an annual church service we treasure, the Service of Forgiveness. This is a service only a liturgical community could provide. After prayers the service ends with each person in our local church walking to the front of the sanctuary, kissing the icon of Jesus and then bowing in front of our priest. “Forgive me,” we say. “I forgive you,” answers our priest. We embrace and then we say, “God forgives us both.” Each person then takes his or her place next to the priest in a line that eventually stretches around the interior of our church. Each person repeats the action and moves down the line repeating the “Forgive me” ritual with everyone until we’ve each asked one another for forgiveness and have all been forgiven. We bow before children and old people, middle-aged parishioners and giggling toddlers. We ask forgiveness from people we love and from people we don’t love and even from some we dislike. The priest and the youngest infant in arms are equals in this ritual. When I get to Genie, I whisper “Forgive me.” We hug as we’ve hugged others, but in Genie’s embrace I tumble into a healing moment of sweet reconciliation. My wife says, “I forgive you,” with deep warmth and sincerity. And she really knows me! Yet, I am forgiven! I realize that life is not a step to a better place, life IS the better place, right here and now. It’s too good to be true—and it’s real.
Schaeffer reaches broadly towards the end of the book with the following passage – triumphant fodder for anyone reliant on the Internet – perhaps, even, religious about it.
A new generation is embracing human connection rather than debunking it. The liberating results are real. The geeks (bless them) are killing off the cold hearted jaded gatekeepers. When I was a young artist in the 1970s I had to travel to a gallery, slides in sweaty hand, and beg for a meeting with the owner if I wanted to sell a painting. If the owner loved my work, I’d be invited back and a year or two later he or she would put a few paintings in a show. When I started painting again in 2006, I worked for eight years until I liked my work enough to show it. I started a website in 2014 and now sell art directly to collectors. There are no gatekeepers in sight. It’s just me directly in touch with people who like my work. The same goes for my writing. I self-published this book. Several of my secular publishers and several religious publishers were interested in publishing it. They wanted me to craft it to fit their marketing strategies. For some my book was “too secular” for others “too religious.” Could I change it and make it “more marketable?” “Does it go on the New Atheist or Religion shelf? The answer was no. Yet you are reading the book I wrote. Who needs a shelf? I don’t view you as part of a demographic. I view you as my partner, an individual reader, a friend as complex and maybe even as conflicted, as me. My liberators in Silicon Valley have freed me to write for you directly and to say or paint what I want to say to whomever I want to say it whenever I want to say it. With the fading away of the cultural gatekeepers’ power, the monolithic story about our meaninglessness has begun to erode. The Internet and its innovators are doing more to facilitate the reemergence of spirituality not to mention content-laden (even craft-rich) art, than all the churches combined.
Frank Schaeffer’s Why I Am An Atheist Who Believes in God – How to Give Love, Create Beauty and Find Peace is available immediately for order in paperback at this link at Amazon.com.
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