Theology of Erotica: Let’s Be Real

So, I was talking with two out of the four other members of my CREDO small group today, and it dawned on me that a lot of the questions that my dear friend Cristopher was posing were the best sort of questions: loving, hard, no-nonsense and very, very real.  And when I asked him, “Cristopher, what are you thinking about all of this?” I knew what I was asking.  I was asking the man who does not like to be pigeon holed into boxes like ‘conservative christian’ or ‘liberal theologian’ but who can fly under just about anybody’s radar and bridge into everybody’s camp, I was asking him what he thought of the discussion that Jennifer had been so vocally supportive during our Skype conference call, and in which he had been largely (entirely?) silent.

The conversation… well, yes.  You’d want to know that, of course.  It’s the whole, ‘I’m a priest, and I write erotica,’ conversation, which was the first time they’d heard it.  Hilary hasn’t at all yet (poor Hilary – we’ll catch you up soon), and Greg’s already read some of the Magnum Opus that is The Day The Earth Stood Still, in which I, after the fashion of every fanfic writer in twidom, right the wrongs of Ms. Stephenie Meyer.  But anyway.  So, I suppose you could say that I came out to another group of clergy colleagues.  And you know, I’m a priest and I want to publish a whole host of things;  Theology, Liturgical Studies, Romance, Biographies, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Children’s books, and yes, Erotica.  But you know, it looks like the erotica is going to get published first.  Maybe.  Possibly.  Who knows, really, but it’s likely.  And then comes the question of integrity: do I use a pen name, or do I publish under my own name?  Do I tell the publishing house that I am, in fact, an ordained priest in the Episcopal Church, canonically resident in the Diocese of Western New York?  My integrity is really clear about what I need to do.  The only question is, am I couragous enough to do it?

And yes, all seven or eight thousand people who have read/are reading The Day The Earth Stood Still are all very aware that I’m a priest, and many of them have written to me and given me more feedback, better feedback, feedback that reflects a deep touch on their life, feedback that reflects a changing perspective on the world that I helped to shape… than I get on my sermons.  It’s clear to me that I already have touched way more lives in a positive manner through this one story than through five years of ordained ministry in the Diocese of Western New York.  And the people whose lives I’m touching?  I don’t have statistics, but I know from the little feedback I’ve gotten (perhaps 8k people have read the story, perhaps more, but on 35+ chapters I’ve only 3500 reviews, so that’s actually a rather small portion we’re dealing with… but I love it – make no mistake, I love it) …from the feedback I’ve gotten, I know that the lives I touch aren’t just people who go to church.  I get feedback from a lot of people who are totally unchurched, church alums, or who bear the scars of their touches with Christianity.  I get to deeply touch the lives of the very people that my church wants to evangelize, at least in theory and on paper.  If we (the Episcopal Church) really wanted to do it, one imagines we would be, all of us, en masse.  Since that isn’t happening en masse, I can only imagine that we’re lying to ourselves… but that is another blogpost for another day.

So, this is the first in my Theology of Erotica series.  Some of you may hear things you’ve heard before.  Really, I’m just trying to engage with these questions in a way that seems to have integrity for me, which also means doing it in the public/semi-public sphere of my blog where all y’all get to weigh in, give your opinion, and ask more questions if you feel so moved.   And today I will be discussing… “Why Erotica?” Continue reading

God & Sex, take 2

As the Nickel City BYOB Theology is ramping up to tackle issues of God & Sex over beer for the second time in a row (last months discussion was quite popular, apparently), and as I’m going to miss the conversation for a second time for the same exact reason (I’ll be marrying people in the District of Columbia, again) I decided that I needed to talk about this with as many people as I could manage.

I mean, who doesn’t want to talk about sex?

Okay. Bad question.  Many people, apparently, don’t want to talk about sex, but I’m not asking them.  I’m asking you, and I happen to know that most of you out there that manage to find your way to my blog have no problem enjoying at least certain aspects of sex.  I know you like to read lemons.  I’m guessing you enjoy sex, either with a partner, a toy, or your hand – or all three.  But you also know, or you have blithely skipped over the knowledge, that I’m a priest, which means I am a de facto expert in God.  Now, this too is debatable.  Priests and ministers debate it all the time, and we can debate all we want, but the truth is that the rest of the world, with good intentions and bad, understands this to be at least moderately true, so I’m just going to go ahead and own it, and try to be down to earth about it.  It’s an imperfect system, but that’s where I’m going.

We’ll say I have a deep love for God.  Lots of people do.  Some take it up as a profession, for others its a favorite hobby.  Also, I have a deep love for sex.  So, let’s talk.

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::dying with laughter::

Okay, this week’s Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me! is riotous!  The fab Episcopal Priest (Alison+ from Fort Lee, NJ)  was the first contestant, and how the host teased her.

“Are you allowed to do this?” asked Peter Sagal.

“I didn’t ask anybody’s permission,” Alison+ said.

“Isn’t that how the Episcopal, the Anglican church started? I believe it was King Henry VIII wanted to be on a game show and the Vatican said no, so he said to heck with that, I’ll start my own church!  Well, we’d like to welcome you and your schismatic sect to our show…” Peter said.

And even after that it was hilarious.

Treacherous & Lengthy Commute

After the treacherous and lengthy commute from work to home (how embarrassing to trip over your own patio furniture, all because you forgot to turn the back porch light on, and the illumination from the outbuildings only goes so far), I am home again, still somewhat Typhoid Mary, but stuffed to the gills with excellent potluck fare (four cheese quiche, pasta salad with pine nuts, turkey salad, and salsa rice & beans with bread), and my head full of interesting thoughts about John 12: 23-30.

Hm.  What was that bit I rewrote/retranslated in the end?  Shoot.  Something like… If you live for your ego at the expense of the common dignity of humanity, then in the end you’ll have nothing but your ego left.  If you sacrifice your ego at the altar of the common dignity of humanity, you may lose you ego, but you’ll have gained the whole world.  Yea.  Something like that. I think I could preach that.  In fact, I think I will.  (Subject to change.)

Anyway, it was very cool to see some new faces there, and I hope they found it interesting, worthwhile, and above all, safe.

Still thinking about what I’ll add to the clergyblog.  But I’m thinking about renaming it ClergyBlog.