It’s an often quoted passage from an ancient Jewish text used to add justification to opposition to the homosexual lifestyle:

“If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall be put to death, their blood is upon them.”

Leviticus 20:13

Seen in ancient times, one would scarcely cringe at it. In 2007, only the most ardent psychopathic Biblical loon could embrace it.

But why? If the Bible is the inerrant word of God than shouldn’t followers gather wheelbarrows of stones and march down to the nearby strip looking for effeminate men or butch women to hurl them at? I mean, after all, it’s in the Bible so it can’t be wrong.

I’m being facetious of course. I am not a fundamentalist and would never advocate stoning anybody. Interestingly, Christ, in pardoning an adulterous woman seemed to have put God’s indellible stamp of disaproval on the whole act of summarily executing people for their sins.

Rather than saying I have the answer to the homosexual question, I can only ask this question: whose sins are greatest? In the past month I’ve done things that would certainly be shunned by those who’ve written the Old Testament, and perhaps God himself. I’ve been guilty of premarital relations and of sexual intercourse. Should not then I be put to death with stones? I’m sure that could be discerned somewhere between Genesis and Malachi?

I guess my point in writing this is that religion seems to me to be a great force for change but also a greater force for alienation. It can be the justification for all types of evil behavior and self-righteous violence. Scripture, which to me is not inerrant, can be used to justify all types of foulness including the death penalty, child abuse and perhaps even abortion.

That doesn’t mean sin doesn’t exist. It’s something we struggle with. Certainly one must imagine that such a thing as sin exists as we can feel it’s detriment on our interpersonal relationships, body and soul. That said, if the God of Jesus is a God of love and forgiveness, there’s no need for humans to take up the stone. They have one Judge who is God.

I suspect that if there ever were a Biblical Fundamentalist Christian state it would be something like that of the earliest settlers to the shores of New England or, more recently, the Taliban. I think even the most ardent Bible thumper can agree that’s not really something we want.

I guess there are certain things that go without saying: the sky is blue, the Pope is Catholic and the Holy Bible is not without contradiction.

Well, I suppose there are many people who would disagree with that assessment, but I’m perfectly confident that I’m right. As I get older and am going on five years as a “confirmed” Christian, I realize that there are certain things that will divide followers of Christ and reflect the differences between people that may never be reconciled.

Forget that believing that every word of the Bible means one must reject the overwhelming evidence that humans evolved from a lower species, that dinosaurs walked the Earth at one point and accept that the world was created in only six days. Instead let’s get to something more or less substantive as it applies to the character of Christian thought and general interpretation of the most influential man who walked the Earth, some two thousand years ago.

Take from the St. Paul’s First Letter to the church in Corinth, Turkey, written some time around the mid 1st Century:

“What I wrote was that you should not associate with a brother Christian who is leading an immoral life, or is a usurer, or idolatrous, or a slanderer, or a drunkard, or is dishonest; you should not even eat a meal with people like that. It is not my business to pass judgment on those outside. Of those who are inside, you can surely be the judges. But of those who are outside, God is the judge.” 1 Corinthians 11-13.

From the Gospel of St. Matthew, written perhaps two or three decades after Paul’s letter, recounting Jesus’ ministry among the Jews:

        • When Jesus was at dinner in his house, a number of tax collectors and sinner were also sitting at the table with Jesus and his disciples; for there were many of them among his followers. When the scribes of the Pharisee party saw him eating with sinners and tax collectors, they said to his disciples, “Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?” When Jesus heard this he said to them, “It is not the healthy who need the doctor, but the sick. I did not come to call the virtuous but sinners.”

So which is it? An honest assessment of both passages—one from a Gospel and the other from a letter—reveals a dichotomy or contradiction, if you will. If Jesus commanded people to embrace sinners and work with them for redemption, then how is it that St. Paul openly tells a community of Christians in Antiquity to run from their presence? Therein lies neither the answer nor the solution to the question, but a whole problem altogether, which is the fallibility of human recollection and recall and yes, even the Holy Bible.

There are plenty of people out there who would gasp at the assertion that the Bible could perhaps not be the inerrant Word of God Almighty. I’m willing to accept that in saying so, a whole group of Christendom would condemn me to hell (also forbidden in the Bible). But let’s be logical here. The Holy Bible was put together not by God, but by men. It was a concerted editorial process that did its best and perhaps most honest job to accurately reflect the mission of Christ as passed along from his disciples to latter disciples. A Biblical canon was not agreed upon by the Church until hundreds of years after the carpenter’s son with the sandals from Galilee made his appearance in the countryside preaching a message of repentance, love and forgiveness. Certainly, the fathers of the Church never intended for the Bible to be inerrant. They simply chose from the most relevant testimonies of Christ that were available. They didn’t sit down at tables and ask the Holy Spirit to move a pen in their hands. The Church Fathers may have sifted through dozens, perhaps a hundred Gospels of Jesus Christ before deciding on just four that they felt best reflected what had been passed down throughout the ages.

I’m not a biblical scholar (nor do I want to be) but a great example of the theological puzzle the early Church tried put together can be contained in two passages from the New Testament. The first comes from the Gospel of St. John:

I’m not a biblical scholar (nor do I want to be) but a great example of the theological puzzle the early Church tried put together can be contained in two passages from the New Testament. The first comes from the Gospel of St. John:

        • I tell you solemnly, if you do not eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you will not have life in you. Anyone who does eat my flesh and drink my blood has eternal life, and I shall raise him up on the last day.

          For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood lives in me and I live in him. As I, who am sent by the living Father, myself draw life from the Father, so whoever eats me will draw life from me. This is the bread come down from heaven; not like the bread our ancestors ate: they are dead, but anyone who eats this bread will live forever.”

          John 6:53-58

The second piece, written decades earlier, comes again from St. Paul’s first letter to Christians in Corinth

Everyone is to recollect himself before eating this bread and drinking this cup; because a person who eats and drinks without recognizing the Body is eating and drinking his own condemnation.”
1 Corinthians 28-30

The Gospel of John, we are taught, was written at some point in the late 1st Century. At the time of his writing, it is speculated that the Church was in the practice of celebrating the Eucharist, which it believed and still does to be the Body and Blood of Christ. In choosing this Gospel, perhaps the Early Church saw this as an important and unifying practice for Christians to follow. The same can be said for Paul’s admonition that Christians have a clear conscience when they gathered for Communion. Whether they were right or wrong about the Body and Blood of Christ truly being present in the physical bread and wine is another story altogether (Only three mainstream denominations teach this: Roman Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy and Lutheranism). Could it be that among other things, the Church Fathers thought that it was important to include St. Paul’s command on the Eucharist in the canon because it was an important part of their faith community? I think that there’s a good possibility that is the case

Biblical Fundamentalism will always have it’s appeal. It speaks to certitude and legalism, which people like. We are lost souls in need of direction and for some of us, memorizing and quoting from scripture helps as a guide to our lives. But this unbending devotion to words instead of spirit is in itself a form of idol worship. After all, Jesus gave people his life, not a Bible. I myself reject Biblical fundamentalism and am perfectly comfortable with the fact that there are some who will sign my ticket to hell. To me there is no compelling evidence to support the Bible’s most outrageous claims such as the Earth being created in six days, a warrior killing armies of men with the jawbone of an ass or Noah putting two of each species on a wooden boat while the world was flooded. If that doesn’t add up to scrutiny that the Bible is infallible than every other claim is suspect. Could it be that the Bible is man’s best attempt at explaining the mystery of his relationship and interaction with his Creator? I think that’s a good possibility.

I think one of the great downfalls of Christianity has nothing to do with Christianity in fact.

Christianity should never be righteous, arrogant or boastful, for none of those things are what Jesus Christ was about and there is nobody on this earth who is deserving of that praise. All have sinned and come short of the glory of God.

During Lent, Christians prepare themselves for the Resurection of Jesus from the dead, which is something beyond all comprehension.

Lent, for many Catholics, myself not included, is a time of fasting, penance, privations even.

I respect that type of admiration and enthusiasm for Christ because it is far from what I have been able to achieve in my life.

Since “becoming a Christian” in 2001 and being Confirmed in 2002, I have made just as many mistakes, committed just as many sins and done more lousy things than I did before. Nothing has changed in that regard.

I don’t disclose this to be exculpatory towards myself. In the end, there is but one divine judge He will have his way with my soul.

At times I’m not sure why I call myself a Christian.As a Catholic, we’re supposed to love and love until it hurts. And when the hurting is too much to bear we should call on God to help us love more.

It seems at times that I’m incapable of that type of selfless love that binds all men to God.

In the fall I had a spiritual experience that I can’t describe other than peace. It went away, but I’m glad I have it and welcome for it to come again into my life. Until then, it appears that I’m like everyone else, just a person, a man, confused, tired, wanting.

This is a life worth living and one that I love, despite it’s frustrations. I only wish I could do better though. How is it? It’s no one’s fault either.

We prepare for ourselves a condominium on earth when there is a Kingdom beyond us. The grass is greener on this side of God, I suppose. It looks that way.

The best Christians, in my view, aren’t the righteous, but those who recognize their weakness, their tendency towards evil and their shortcomings (I won’t include myself in that group, despite my predeliction to do wrong!).

Instead, I’m speaking of the models of Christian life: St. Augustine comes to mind as does my hero, St. Francis of Assisi, the reveler and prodigal son who before founding one of the greatest spiritual movements known to man, was a carouser and womanizer and a drunk.

The best Christians aren’t always the ones wearing robes or certainly not pin striped suits, dancing and screaming Hallelujah.

The crem-de-la crem of Jesus’ flock are the prisoners who turn the other way, the murderers who recognize their evil, the corrupt leader who asks forgiveness.

Karla Faye Tucker, who the state of Texas put to death in 1998 for murder did in my opinion more for the message of peace and love by asking for her forgiveness than a million holy men looking for praise, attention or worse, money.

Then Governor George W. Bush, the compassionate Christian leader that he is, ignored Tucker’s plea to be spared execution, turned his back on her tears and signed away her life.

In writing this, I don’t imply that a murderer, a molestor, adulterer, rapist, drug dealer, thief or any other miscrient is doing good work for God’s Kingdom simply by doing what they do. No. Not at all. But doesn’t God rejoice over one sinner turning his way more so than a multitude of holy men?


More than four years after the invasion of Iraq and subsequent occupation of a formerly sovereign–albeit corrupt and dictatorial nation–the United States has lost more than 3,100 soldiers, marines, airmen and sailors in the conflict. Compared to the numbers of my father and grandfather’s conflicts, Vietnam and World War II respectively, the totals of American dead are much less. In comparison to the the combined combatant deaths of the American Civil War (1861-65), the amount of armed forces personnel is miniscule, less than 1 percent, in fact.

Taken into consideration that the total loss of American life in Iraq, which includes armed forces personnel, private contractors, public officials and journalists,  is relatively low, Americans who support the war tend to write off the sacrafice that is paid in life.

On their syndicated radio programs, both Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity have used the comparatively low armed forces deaths as a rebuke towards the anti-war movement.

Limbaugh cites scurilous statistics to conclude that an Army soldier is safer in Baghdad than he or she is in the streets of crime-plauged American cities such as Los Angeles and Philadelphia.

Not only does this reasoning cheat Americans of a fair analysis of the War in Iraq, it is also wholly irrelevant. Our is a nation based upon the Enlightenment principles of reason and intellect, not simply emotion. Our joy and tears should take a back seat to the objective measurement of cost and benefit.

Wars are not fought with the consideration of the soldiers, airmen, sailors and marines fighting them, but of the compelling national interest that would motivate Congress to pay to send people into harm’s way–the Constitution in particular.

As long as a war in Iraq is fought the troops will and must be a consideration. The problem is however, that both sides treat armed forces personnel like children and until they stop doing that an objective analysis of the war and its costs will scarcely be considered.


I love reading Jack Chick’s comics. They have always been a source of inspiration and humor for me. Being a Roman Catholic, I certainly don’t agree with Chick’s fundamentalist version of Christianity (in Chick’s view I’ll be in hell unless I convert), but I do enjoy reading and collecting his comics, which are distributed by various churches and sidewalk evangelists.

An Albanian translation of Chick's seminal This Was Your Life

When I lived in Boston and went to Emerson College, there was a mentally disturbed guy (he was mentally disturbed, not simply on fire with the love of Christ) who used to stand outside of the main building on 80 Boylston with an End is Nigh sandwich board, proclaiming God’s Kingdom. He carried the tracts, which depending on how you order, range from about .10-.30 cents a pop.

That was my first introduction to the Chick tract, I think.

In the hot and sweaty summer of 2001, after moving to Brooklyn, my roommate and I would collect them, usually from subway trains, although there was a magazine store that sold them for irony value somewhere on the Lower East Side.

It was at See Here, the store, that I was introduced to some of the finest works in Jack Chick’s cannon: Death Cookie, Dark Dungeons, Reverend Wonderful, and Where’s Rabbi Waxman to name a few. No longer did I have to wait to be prostelityzed to, but could purchase them and so I did.

I’ll share with you some of my favorite Chick Tracts and I’d like to start with Doomtown.

Doomtown is of course a statement on homosexuality and if a fundamentalist cartoonist was going to get his point across, there’s no better way than this one, with it’s over-the-top (I suppose depending on where you live) depictions of homosexual men. They’re not so much fabulous as they are predatory. They’re the kinda guys either Chick feared running into in rest stop bathrooms or intentionally ran into in reststop bathrooms.

Let me share some frames:

I really love this one. You don’t get the best view of them, but if you look closely you can see Chick’s attention to detail.

Check out the guy who is six from the left. He looks as if he’s wearing a sleaveless dress and long earings with Coke bottle glasses. I like him even better than the one who is second from the right, with the policeman hat (more on that later).

Here’s another two frames I like. I mostly like it for the hairy bear with the leather and spikes and the policeman hat, but the guy with Bible is cool too. He looks a little like Charles Bronson.

This one on the right is amazing and speaks for itself. I love the permed queen with the Rollie Fingers stache and the hook earings making out with someone who is either sweating or has horrid moles on his face.

And last but not least is this one.

You know, because homosexuals molest kids all the time.

Now, all of the joking aside (I’m not sure anything I’ve written is actually funny), I think these comics are funny but speak to a horrible paranoia on the part of the artist or artists. I’m not sure Jack Chick actually drew this one but if he did you can see it is inspired by a deep fear, basically a phobia of gay life. I love the backhair on that one guy!

If you’ve never read a Chick Tract, I suggest you do now. I think they’re a lot of fun!