Why I’m OK with Questioning God
I’m a Gleek. I’m sappy enough to enjoy the poignant moments. I’ve been around high school students enough to appreciate the roller coaster ride with its high highs and low lows. Musically, I dig harmony and Glee has great harmonies and music.
And this show doesn’t mess around. It has tackled homosexuality, blended families, discrimination against women and minorities, and the sports vs. arts debate in schools, just to name a few. This week’s episode was, for me, the high point of Glee’s audacity. They tackled prayer in school. And forgive my mixed sports metaphors, but they hit a home run. They didn’t just have a friendly conversation in the principal’s office about it. In a 60 minute show, I found one question coming up over and over again in the show: Who are we to weaponize our beliefs? By “we,” I mean humanity in general and certainly Americans. When have we done this, you ask? Tuesday night’s show provided many pointed observations.
Mercedes and several other friends prayed with Kurt‘s dad against Kurt’s wishes. They weaponized their faith in prayer. Yet Kurt was similarly guilty when he refused to accept those prayers as genuine concern for him and his father. He weaponized his belief that there is no God.
Kurt summed up his disgust with God and those who believe in Him–that many Christians believe he (Kurt) made a choice and should be punished for that choice. He sees that he was made that way and that others are punishing him for being who he is. We–I– have weaponized our beliefs about homosexuality.
Kurt was a victim again in this show–when Sue Sylvester attempted to use his disgust towards his friends in Glee to prosecute Will Schuster for allowing his students to sing about their faith. She weaponized her faith in the government to regulate religious practice.
And then there was Finn and Grilled Cheezus. When Finn saw an image of Jesus in a grilled cheese sandwich he made, he took that sign to mean that he had a direct connection to God to ask whatever he wanted. He weaponized his spiritual awakening for his own benefit, praying for the chance to take the next step sexually with Rachel and to win the quarterback’s job over the new kid in school.
In the end, Kurt was touched by his church experience with Mercedes, yet still skeptical at best. Finn was confused, hurt, and doubting God more now than ever before. Kurt’s dad showed the faintest sign of recovery from his heart attack. How did it happen? Was prayer involved? Was it his deeply powerful connection with his son?
In the spirit of the best writing, the writers of this show declined to answer, leaving that for their viewers to decide. The writers of the show openly questioned God and our beliefs about him, however devoted or skeptical we may be. Yes, I’m OK with questioning God, especially if it comes at the expense of our easy answers, answers that we too often weaponize against those who see the world through different lenses.
Trey Finley, Gleek Extraordinaire
I’m hooked. I’m a Gleek.
“Glee” performs the music of my generation. For some in Generation X, it’s the music of their high school and college years. For me, it’s the music of my elementary and junior high years. Either way, it’s a blast from the past.
The cast of Glee is good. Really good. I get chills when I hear Rachel Berry and her mom (played by Idina Menzel, who was part of the original cast of Wicked) sing together. It blows me away that Cory Monteith–the actor who plays lead singer Finn Hudson–is singing for just about the first time in his life. Sue Sylvester, the coach of the cheerleader team, has to be the funniest character on TV. I’d tune in just to watch her banter with Mr. Shuester.
Lest you think the show is pure cheese, there’s a character who’s gay and struggling to relate to his father. There’s the teacher with a Downs’ Syndrome sister who spends her free time caring for her. There’s a paraplegic who performs on stage with the other students, but dreams to be free of the wheelchair. There’s a character who gets pregnant and a character who says “no” when pressured to have sex. And there’s the glee club diva turned cheerleader (then back to glee club diva) who struggles with her self-image, especially her weight.
Glee, like Generation X, dares you to accuse it of being shallow. In a recent review of the show by the Los Angeles Times, their TV critic had this to say:
“Glee” is, in many ways, a very modern show, addressing topics usually reserved for serious drama — teen pregnancy, a father coming to terms with his gay son — in what is essentially a musical comedy that more than occasionally borders on camp. Over and over again, the message is: Don’t judge.
The Land of If Only
Are YOU The Source Of Our Nation’s Growing Intolerance?
Given that the Huffington Post isn’t exactly the New York Times, I found this article very insightful. And, of course, the comment thread at the bottom of the article simply served to prove his point.
With politics as his example, the author (a life coach and management consultant) decries the lack of empathy and in his words, the general “it sucks to be you” attitude he observes in the United States. While politics is a loaded gun when it comes to, ahem, discussion, the author has a valid argument–empathy and a willingness to listen seem to be rarer qualities than they once were.
They say success in business is all about finding a niche. If this author is correct, then I’d say coaching–a field where listening is the first value–has a nice big niche in the United States.
Here’s the gist from a couple of quotes, and they are questions worth asking.
“So, if intolerance really is on the rise, whether it is increasingly present or simply increasingly more visible, who’s spreading the intolerance? Could it be you? Could it be me? Could it be some of us? Most of us?…
Would you like to experience a change? If so, what are you willing to do to become that change?”
Russell Bishop: Are YOU The Source Of Our Nation’s Growing Intolerance?.
It’s Complicated
First, a disclaimer: I never ever saw It’s Complicated. Probably won’t. The trailers give the impression that the movie sensationalizes divorce, and I just can’t get excited about dropping $4 at the movie store to see it. I’d rather rent Sherlock Holmes again.
Anyway, on to coaching. It’s Complicated is a response I’m beginning to hear more and more as I continue coaching. (Maybe I could blog on phrases that should alert you when coaching is needed. This is definitely one of them.) Work is complicated. Life is complicated. My problem is complicated. As coaches, we’re taught to drill down almost immediately when we hear broad sweeping statements like this. Questions such as, “If work were simple instead, what would be different” can begin chiseling away at the surface complications and get down to the deeper language that’s making life seem…complicated.
Let’s not belittle complexity, though. It’s a complex world. Your generation lives among four others. The World is Flat, says Thomas Friedman. He’s right. Generation X knows complexity: empty homes after school, high divorce rates, workplace ceilings. Gen Y knows complexity through social media, the 24-hour news cycle, and broad exposure to culture, ideas, and religion. It is an increasingly complex world.
Simplistic answers from one person will not suffice in our complex world. Complexity demands a sophisticated response. Sophisticated responses require multiple voices. Having multiple voices in the room makes trust a non-negotiable. What are you doing to engender trust among colleagues? Who must you learn to trust in order to wade through your complicated life?
A Picture of Strength
I’m fortunate I didn’t inherit my father’s eyesight. My father was legally blind and color blind, though he could wear glasses that allowed him to see well enough. Those large thick glasses were heavy in my childhood hands. In some ways, they dominated his facial features. Aside from his smile and his laugh, his face simply could not overcome the large thick glasses that gave him what eyesight he had. To read this blog, the lettering would have to be
MUCH BIGGER THAN THIS.
Now, as I look at my children and see the picture of my dad’s thick glasses on his face in a picture on my bookshelf, I know that he would have done anything to see his children and experience life with them, including wearing Coke bottles. I would, too. Those eyeglasses gave him the gift of seeing his family each day.
Like those eyeglasses, our strengths clarify our otherwise clouded vision. They allow us to enjoy our lives in bolder colors; they focus our vision on the little things that give joy. I prefer those bolder colors and significant details to the fuzzy images of life I squint to see through my weaknesses. When I live in my strengths rather than our weaknesses, I receive:
- Greater clarity. Life seen through the lenses of strength will come with a clearer sense of purpose. Because I know what I was made to be, I can quickly identify if a job or a friendship or a pastime fits. I will invest my time enjoying my strengths rather than compensating for my weaknesses.
- Farther sight. In part because I’m comfortable in the present, I can take a moment to look into the distance at what may come. And because I’ve got strong vision, I can see farther than someone who sees the future only through their weakness. Even so, I don’t want to look there too often because…
- Deeper appreciation. I don’t want to miss beauty right around me. There’s too much joy in it. I’ll live in the present with my eyes looking up, not staring at my feet hoping I don’t stumble and fall on something I couldn’t see. Looking up also means that I’ll see others rather than just myself.
It is Well
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say
It is Well with My Soul.
And Lord haste the day when the faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, It is Well with My Soul.
Adding my tears, prayers, and questions to the thousands who stood alongside Jenny Bizaillion and her family; I proclaim His promises of being reunited with those we love. Maranatha…Lord Come Quickly