This post was originally a participation in the Patheos Book Club on David Dark’s Life’s Too Short to Pretend You’re Not Religious. Since one of the things we in the faith and work movement are always agonizing about is the sacred-secular divide, I thought it was worth reprinting here too for further pondering of the lessons the book teaches about moving beyond that divide.
When I was a kid, I was always the odd one out whenever rebellion was contemplated. From the 1970s (my natal decade) I took away in full measure the messages of Marlo Thomas’ “Free to be You and Me” about gender and racial equality, but I missed the whole hippie ethos that accompanied them.
My teenage years were spent in the decidedly Establishment 1980s, but I was “establishment” even for the 1980s. I decided when I was 16 that I wanted to be an ordained United Methodist minister like my father and grandfather. I got the denomination wrong (I’m being ordained a priest in the Episcopal Church on April 1 of this year…no, this is not an April Fools!) but one could hardly come up with a less rebellious goal.
That whole drifting-away-from-the-church-in-your-20s-until-you-have-kids thing? Never happened. That whole I’m-spiritual-but-not-religious approach? Not here. Unless illness and occasionally travel have prevented me, I’ve been in Sunday morning worship–in a mainline, denominational church, no less–pretty much every Sunday of my entire life. As the daughter of a United Methodist denominational executive I learned fairly early on that churches on the local and global level were imperfect and corrupt and that religious meetings look a lot more like the making of sausage than the descent of the Holy Spirit. But it never once produced in me a desire to spend my Sunday mornings conversing with God on the golf course. My DNA, amid a world and a generation of do-it-yourself and follow-your-bliss, appears to be irredeemably tied to liturgy, sacrament, institution, and painful bureaucratic process.
All of which explains why I jumped at the chance to read David Dark’s book. Finally, somebody else was going to say the things I had thought my whole life! And Dark does, as a matter of fact, say many of those things. I was not quite prepared for the style in which he said them: it sounded like he had swallowed all of pop culture whole and regurgitated it in one endless, breathless spiral (maybe I even started humming “Windmills of Your Mind” at some point).
But I fully stand behind his basic message: all of life is in fact religious, and when we fail to recognize the power we give secular liturgies and loyalties (as trivial as the Super Bowl or as serious as racism) we also fail to recognize the power that the Christian liturgy and loyalty has to combat their darkness. (One great moment in the book is when he asks his students to write about their weird religious backgrounds and, when they claim they don’t have any such things, says, “Well, most of you were probably raised capitalist.”)
Religion is not something that can be written off as an irrational motivator and set aside so that we can have discussions based on all the other motivators of human behavior that are supposedly more rational. All of life is motivated by what we believe. The sooner we recognize that, the sooner we can place our beliefs in things that make for life and light: the sooner we can submit to both the discipline and the healing that come from community and tradition…from community lived in obedience to tradition, in fact. (I’m an Anglican. You knew I was going to say that.)
And I realized as I read on that the frenetic, pop-culture-name-checking writing style was an attempt to get that across to a modern generation which, through no fault of their own, was cut loose by parents and teachers and other adults of my generation from any kind of mooring in community and tradition. We served them up youth group as pizza and basketball instead of youth group as initiation into an alternative community. Now, it takes Doctor Who and Saturday Night Live and Scooby Doo to build the bridge back, because sometimes those “relevant” places are preaching more truth than the church, in its desire to be “relevant,” has allowed itself to preach.
Early on in the book Dark tells the story of a (to me) horrifying Saturday Night Live skit where Will Ferrell (long before Anchorman) stars as the host of a morning show called Wake Up and Smile, a show whose 20th-anniversary celebration goes horribly wrong when the teleprompters fail and the on-screen personalities literally have no words, retreating into an almost animal state where they barricade themselves against imagined dangers with the furniture and at one point even perform a beheading.
Of all the stories in the book, that’s the one I can’t shake. If we cut ourselves too far off from the wisdom of the past, we will lose the words when our cultural teleprompters fail, and eventually we will lose touch with the Word. The saving grace, however, is that the Word has promised not to lose touch with us. My hope is that Dark’s book will help a lot of people find the words again and find the Word again. Or find that the Word is already trying to find them.