Tip Of The Hat

A reader writes:

Yes, your faith is a lot like the church lady and her hat. Both of you are being very disingenuous when you claim to your questioners that you have no idea where they come from. The providence of that hat is no deep mystery. It was bought in a shop. It was acquired for reasons of vanity and adornment and to make the owner feel better than others. Also similar is the smug regional and tribal pride you both take from your divinely anointed blessings.

It’s not pretty, Andrew. Step away from the potted palm and put the tea cup down and answer Sam’s questions.

Atheists can be so charming at times, can’t they? Another reader adds:

And they can be poseurs as well. The hat does not have a "providence" – your faith might, but the hat certainly doesn’t. It has a provenance.

Who Is She?

I promise I had no input with respect to the red-headed woman looking through my office window in the Cartoonandrew1 new cartoon. It was the artist Terry Colon’s improvization. Some of you have inferred that it’s Ana-Marie Cox, formerly Wonkette. An editor asked Terry about this and I got the impression he doesn’t know who Ana-Marie Cox is. Still, whoever she is, from the office I’m working in, she’d have to be clinging to a balcony on the seventh floor – and freezing her permalinks off.

Update: a reader informs me that Colon worked with Cox at suck.com for a while. But Ana doesn’t wear glasses. Is it Tabitha?

Apologies

As I feared, the transition to the Atlantic has been dogged by numerable glitches. I apologize for the complete disappearance of Typepad for a short period of time and for the fact that the Time page still isn’t redirecting to the new blog. I’m doing what I can, which is mainly giving tech people grief. But if you want to ensure you can read the dish, please bookmark or type in http://www.andrewsullivan.com. I’ll keep you posted.

God Doesn’t Panic

Saintpaul

A reader writes:

I enjoyed your response to Sam, although I don’t think he’ll be too pleased with it. You did a great job trying to explain the unexplainable; for those who have felt something similar it will ring true, but to others it won’t mean much. Sam might attribute the failure to bridge the gulf to religion’s lack of any real proof, while you might also point out that it is due to empiricism’s unwillingness to accept anything that cannot be proven. I guess it’s always been that way.

When Paul spoke to people following his miraculous conversion, some believed him and others did not. Some converted to Christianity but others made sure he was arrested and sent to prison. I’ve often wondered why so many chose to believe him at all, since he could not in any way demonstrate what had happened to him on the road to Damascus. Now, I think, you find yourself in a similar situation.  You can explain your faith using all of your skills as a writer, but your words really just testify to the strength of your conviction, not to the truth of what you believe. I know you’re not a missionary, but this is a missionary’s experience. Some will believe your testimony, and others will not.

As for filling a role between atheism and fundamentalism, I think that’s largely true. Real religion from God is – I believe – always reasonable. God does not go into panic mode, and neither should we.  In fact, the two great chapters in the Gospels about the events of the last days (Matthew 24 and Luke 21) were spoken by the Savior mostly to instruct us not to panic; He’s saying, "Here, I’m telling you what’s going to happen so that when you see these things come to pass, you don’t get excessively fearful and panicky."  The Gospel brings peace and calm, faith and hope, not fear or hatred or worrying or fanaticism.  But God also does not reject communication with him, which is like a whispered conversation that cannot be overheard.  Empiricists want to overhear, otherwise they reject the idea that the conversation every really occurred.

It’s interesting that you see your sexual orientation as a "divine gift." I am not gay so I have never thought about such a thing; your comment is new to me and something for me to think about. Surprisingly, perhaps, your statement seems healthy to me, sort of like that poster that used to around, which shows a child saying he’s a good person because "God doesn’t make mistakes." I do not doubt that you, as well as anyone else, can have a relationship with God. He is your father, too.

Class Acts

Mark Steyn and Cliff May smear the integrity of lawyers representing Gitmo detainees pro bono. They have no proof of anything dubious about lawyers serving the cause of justice – just willful ignorance about the record at Gitmo and contempt for due process. Cliff May is supposed to be devoted to spreading democracy around the world. Why is he so eager to undermine basic features of constitutional democracy at home – like good legal representation for terror suspects? It seems to me that May should either substantiate his smears – about bribes or currying favor with foreign governments – or withdraw them. This kind of smear really is beneath him.

The Tragic Life of a Gay Sheep

He is what he is:

Finally, my dad found me with Rick, and he flew into a blind rage, yelling that he had no son, and that if I was lucky I’d end up as a cheap Peruvian cardigan worn by a truck-stop hooker in Alaska. And so I ran away, and I went wild. I experimented with everyone and everything. Bulls. Mules. Duck, duck, goose. I found out exactly why they’re called the Three Little Pigs. Call me Old McDonald, because I had the farm. I even made some adult films, and maybe you’ve heard of them: "Wet Wool," "Lassie, Come Here," and the mega-selling "Hoof and Mouth." Then, one morning, I woke up next to a horse, a hen, and an ear of corn—that’s right, all the food groups. And I was disgusted with myself. What was I, livestock?

And so I re-joined my flock, up on Brokeback.

The Greatest Try Of All Time

I don’t why this blog has gotten all sporty all of a sudden. Especially over rugby – a game I was forced to play for years and hated. My dad, however, worships rugby (I was a terrible disappointment to him on that score). And so I developed an appreciation of it. A rugby-fan reader sends in this YouTube of the greatest try of all time. I haven’t watched enough rugby to say for sure, but it’s mighty impressive.