Thursday, January 29, 2009

Out to Pastor

Yesterday on Oprah (my favorite three words in the English language), Gayle Haggard talked candidly about what she called her husband's "lifelong struggle with same-sex attraction." In addition to carefully constructing the most laugh-out-loud euphemism for "being gay" in human history, the wife of disgraced evangelical preacher Ted Haggard commented on the latest not-very-shocking-at-all revelation concerning her husband: that the gay sex scandal surrounding him extends to a fling he had with a male church volunteer. I wrote about Ted Haggard's troubles in November of 2006, just after the story broke nationally. Here now is that piece.

A few years back, my wife and I and one of our closest friends undertook an adventure which wound up becoming one of the seminal events in each of our lives: We went on a three-week, cross-country road trip. We started in Miami, drove all the way out to Los Angeles, then back. During our journey, we stopped in several major cities -- New Orleans, Memphis, Oklahoma City, Vegas -- but also in the tiniest of tiny towns. It was during the time spent taking in the smaller blips on the map that most of our fondest memories were created. From an unforgettable conversation with a teenage check-out girl in Erick, Oklahoma -- one that involved my inability to understand the concept of grasshoppers stuck in the grill of our SUV -- to stumbling upon an impromptu dance by a group of Native American children in Holbrook, Arizona, to the purchase of a souvenir coconut head in Ocala, Florida, to a drunken 4th-of-July celebration in Odessa, Texas, the entire experience opened my eyes to the astonishing beauty of my homeland. It's something I still wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

We saw so many strikingly different kinds of terrain -- met so many wonderfully different kinds of people.

As we pushed inward from the coast, into the heartland of America, we did however notice one particular image which seemed to assert itself inescapably everywhere we traveled (aside from Elvis, whose face -- thin or bloated -- adorns every form of memorabilia imaginable from sea to shining sea).

That image is the cross.

You don't fully comprehend or appreciate America's unquestioning adherence to the Christian faith until you realize that a whole lot of people obviously believe there is no landscape so pristine or flawless in its own right as to avoid being improved upon by the insinuation of the ancient torture device on which Jesus was supposedly executed. Whether along a major highway or a lone, isolated road, crosses can be seen everywhere -- in all variations of shape and size. They're made of wood and stabbed into otherwise empty fields; they adorn the tops of steeples which dot the topography; and in the otherwise unremarkable roadside town of Britten, Texas -- they're made of corrugated steel and literally pierce the sky at a height of 190 feet.

Needless to say, we had to stop.

My friend would later perfectly articulate the overwhelming sense that each of us had while standing in the shadow of a cross the size of a building. "The effect is fearsome and oppressive, a symbol not of love and acceptance and forgiveness, but of domination. Looking up at it, you expect to see a zeppelin moored to its top, illuminated by giant search lights," he'd write. My mind, on the other hand, couldn't shake a much more succinct term for what we were witnessing in the middle of the expansive Texas plains: Industrialized Jesus. We'd witnessed hundreds of franchises of Christianity throughout our journey, and would no doubt witness many more still; this one just happened to be the biggest -- the Jesus Christ Super-Center.

After the requisite time necessary to fully document the giant cross on film -- on the chance that someone back home might not believe the existence of such an object -- we pressed on, continuing our southwestern route through the United States. This course, took us nowhere near Colorado Springs, Colorado -- a place which might have been a required destination should we for any reason have desired to see the true fulmination of the Industrialized Jesus concept. It's there that we would have found the New Life Church, a mammoth structure dubbed, with all possible lack-of-subtlety, a "Mega-Church." It seats thousands and could be mistaken for a shopping mall were it not for that ubiquitous cross making it perfectly clear that what's being sold inside is salvation. Up until yesterday, it was also the religious seat of arguably the single most powerful evangelical Christian in the country: Reverend Ted Haggard.

Haggard is a man who has spent the past thirty-four years of his life preaching the gospel of Jesus and the inerrant truth of every aspect of the Bible. Recently, he was the leader of the 30-million-strong National Evangelical Association, and a personal friend and adviser to President Bush -- even participating in weekly conference calls with the White House. He's also been, for some time now, a staunch opponent of gay-marriage and has worked tirelessly to support ballot amendments which would ban it in eight states this election day.

And that's exactly why, last Thursday, an openly-gay male escort publicly destroyed Reverend Ted Haggard.

What 49-year-old Mike Jones did was the figurative equivalent of an assassination: He calculated his actions perfectly and timed his shot to inflict maximum damage not simply to Haggard but to his cause. He claimed to have proof of a three-year affair with the reverend that included not just sex, but regular use of methamphetamines. Before those who would certainly jump to the defense of Haggard could even get their talking points in order -- before the Rush Limbaughs of the world could power up a mic to cry election-year foul -- Jones disarmed them by admitting that political consideration was indeed integral to the timing of his attack; he wanted to expose the hypocrisy of Haggard and the demagogues on the right and specifically chose the moment that would hurt and disillusion them the most. The truth was -- and is -- simply staggering: the leader of America's evangelical Christians, exposed as a gay drug-user.

Haggard initially denied the accusations, insisting that he hired Jones for a massage but never had sex with him and that he bought meth from him but threw it away. Although not quite as catchy, both retorts seem destined to become the new "I didn't inhale." Since then however, Haggard has admitted to having a "lifelong sexual problem" -- telling his followers in a letter that he's a "deceiver and a liar," "sexually immoral," and that there is a part of his life which he calls "repulsive and dark."

That sound you hear right now is a whole lot of people gloating with satisfaction.

While the level of hypocrisy and arrogance involved in Haggard's private life versus his self-righteous public crusading is indeed sickening and indefensible -- and there is certainly plenty of legitimate nose-rubbing to be done to Haggard's many intolerant minions -- for some reason, after a reflexive moment of giddy Schadenfreude, the news of this man's downfall and his own reaction to it began to stir a different emotion in me entirely.


Ted Haggard has spent most if not all of his existence living a lie, and he's done so for only one reason: because his unwavering belief in the literal teachings of a 2000-year-old book has taught him that he must. There's a distinct possibility that the reason Haggard found Christ to begin with was that he sincerely hoped that through him, all things were indeed possible -- the suppression of his true feelings and urges being the most pertinent of those things. There are thousands if not millions of Christians out there who hope for the same transformative power of religion. The enrollment in schools which the church claims can "straighten-out" homosexuals is proof of that hope; the success-rate of those schools is proof of its folly.

Many claim that religion in general, and Christianity in particular, does more good than harm; it gives meaning to life and provides its believers a moral compass with which to navigate the world.


Ted Haggard is married, and has five children -- all of whom don't need to concern themselves with angry threats of an impending hell, because they're going through it right now. The person they love and admire the most has devastated them, simply because he could never admit who or what he truly was and is -- because Ted Haggard the fire-and-brimstone preacher has always believed that the true nature of Ted Haggard the man is "immoral, repulsive and dark," when in fact, it's nothing of the kind; it's only the dishonesty that's immoral. A man's relentless submission to superstition has destroyed himself, the family he loves, and more than likely a small part of those who have respected him and held him up as an example.

The biggest tragedy however, might be that Ted Haggard has wasted the one life he was given.

He's done it by lying to himself, and by trying to convince others that they should do likewise.

For that I blame not the believer, but the belief -- the same belief that would lead someone to plant a giant metal cross in the middle of a place that was so beautiful just the way it was.


jrm78 said...

They have one of those mega crosses outside of Effingham, IL (which is the subject of the Ben Folds song Effington). I still try to figure out the use for the thing. I mean, it might be useful if King Kong Christ were rampaging through town, but until then it's mostly just a phallic symbol.

Becky said...

Another brilliant piece, Chez.

We were talking about this very subject in my sociology class yesterday and you described the situation perfectly and eloquently, as always.

Jadine said...

Yes, I admit I watch Oprah. (Hey, I live alone.) Needless to say I watched Ted and Gayle Haggard on her show yesterday. The man needs to just admit he is gay. Oprah tried more than once to get him to admit to the fact that he is gay, but he and his wife were having none of it. He (and Gayle) thinks being gay is a choice and that a person can decide whether or not to act on those urges. So basically, he is still a lying hypocrite.

Anonymous said...

I have had a lifelong struggle with opposite sex attraction, one that has caused me to make many poor choices. Many of my buddies have suffered with the same affliction. It's terrible, I tell you...

katefolsom said...

Gosh, what a lovely piece. You make your point elegantly... thanks for your perspective.

Deacon Blue said...

Well, Ted doesn't have to admit to being gay...but it would be nice to at least cop to being bi...or guy-curious at the very damn least.

Baby steps, Ted. Baby steps. But acceptance/admittance is the start to getting yo' head right.

Jadine said...

He did admit to still having same sex attraction but Jesus is helping him resist those urges. I wish Jesus could help me out with some of my urges.

tania said...

Amen, Chez!

As for the crosses, I'm with Bill Hicks on that ('If Jesus did come back, do you think he'd ever want to see another cross?!?')

Anonymous said...

Nah! Don't buy it! Mick Jagger said it best:

God gave me everything I want
I can't stop can't stop
I'm still looking now
God gave me everything I want
Oh come on
I'll give it all to you

Crazy you said
It's all in your head

They're only words and neither would give up a moment of power or a dollar of money for you or me. God gives and he also...takes away.

Anonymous said...

Mr. Haggard, would you do us a favor? Would you tell all of the dirty secrets of the religious right? Are they power driven? Are they money driven? Does it have anything to do with god? How much absolute control would they like to impose over our lives?

GingerMan said...

Haggard needs to step completely away from the spotlight. That he allowed this documentary means he is still entirely ego obsessed.
What is upsetting too is that he didn't really own up to anything. Who are these horrible therapists he's consulting? Buying a gay prostitute takes action and nerve. Indulging and engaging in hardcore drugs is equally methodical. And this is all behind him???
He needs to get a life and figure out who he is... publicizing his mess is just more bull for his family and more crap wasted on tv.
Sad, sad, sad, sad.

dick_gozinia said...

After watching the Alexandra Pelosi documentary of Haggard, I feel very much the same....just sad. Ted seems like a good person deep down, just one who fell into the Bible as a solution for all his problems. He admits at one point that his "spiritual restoration" was horseshit and that his psychotherapists were the ones actually helping him. And those legendary forgiving Christians turned their back on him, forced him from his home, and basically ruined his life. Good job, Christians! Way to turn that other cheek, especially from a feeble and contrite man who neither poses or wishes you any harm.


Deacon Blue said...

His church and friends and other folks in general did him wrong, no doubt. Leaving the pulpit was necessary, but making him suffer like they did was so un-Christlike it's maddening.

And he should have added therapy to his Bible study long, long before.

Mistakes were made on both sides, but the worst mistakes were made by the hateful, hypocritical, shallow people around him when the scandal broke.