As part of morning prayer, I regularly read the collect of the week, the one from Sunday, as part of my practice. This one asks God to "hear the supplications of your people in our time grant us your peace." An important phrase to have in mind as I encountered the overly-cited story of God destroying the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Ask any gay person about Sodom and Gomorrah, and watch the eyes narrow into a fixed glare and the face harden as he or she braces for the expected diatribe about the "proof" that God hates homosexuality. This story, and the Levitical laws about abominations are the top two portions of the Bible most often used to condemn gays to the outer darkness by those who think they get to sit in the judgment seat of God.
For decades, Sodom and Gomorrah were supposedly about the attempted man-on-man rape of the strangers. At least, that's what the screaming people pounding on their Bibles would yell at me and others as we walked peacefully to classes on our college campus. In reality, the sin of the men in those two doomed cities was what seemed to be a compounded case of failing to welcome the strangers at all which is a huge no-no in Jewish culture. I mean, Lot tells these guys that they needed to take shelter in his house because they weren't safe out on the streets of Sodom. Obviously, the place must have had a reputation for failing to do one of the essentials: see your fellow human being as a being of God's creation. In the past decade, there has been a movement by some in Christendom and our friends in the Jewish tradition to end the myth that this was a story of a wrathful God out to strike down wicked gay people. They have been speaking up more and making efforts to reconcile with the LGBT community that has been so deeply injured by the misunderstanding of the lessons from stories like Sodom and Gomorrah.
This past week, one of the Lutheran churches in Tallahassee put on a lecture series aimed at examining the issues facing the LGBT community. They held the forums in their main sanctuary amidst the altar and the stained glass as discussions about medical issues facing lesbians and transgender people were bandied about and author and Heart Strong founder Marc Adams shared his story of coming out in an extremely fundamentalist family. Religious bigotry was acknowledged as was the realization that some places of worship are extending a welcome to the LGBT community.
May God mercifully hear the supplications of us gay people who seek Christ in peace and grant us the strength and courage to love and serve you in the midst of the noise from those who try to drive us away from you. Amen.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Out of a Death Comes Resolve
Yesterday, many marked the one year anniversary of the brutal beating death of David Kato Kisuule, the leader of Sexual Minorities Uganda. Sidney Nsubuga Enoch was convicted in November of murdering Kato in his apartment and sentenced to 30 years in prison. The investigation and the trial seemed to be more about perpetuating sterotypes about gays and lesbians than actually punishing someone for swinging a hammer into the head of this gay activist. The prosecutor reportedly made much of Nsubuga's claim that he killed Kato because he said Kato was trying to push him into having sex.
Kato's murder outraged many of us in the LGBT international community. We who pay attention to not only the "gay news" but also the "Anglican news" were all-too-aware of the dangers facing Kato and others in Uganda as the church and state conspired to craft the noxious Anti-homosexual legislation, which threatens execution of LGBT people and severe punishment for anyone who doesn't report someone who is lesbian or gay to the authorities. There were emails, phone calls, and letters sent to the secular and religious leaders of the world to speak out against this atrocity occuring on the African continent. When Kato, an outspoken and visible member of Uganda's LGBTI community was executed, our concerns were sadly realized, and it ratched it up the global concern.
We must remain aware of the precarious position African LGBT people face. They're lives are in real jeopardy. They face imprisonment, beatings, and lesbians in particular are often victims of what some call "corrective" rape.
U.S. Secretary of State Hilary Clinton this fall took a huge step up to tell the international community it is time to protect LGBT people from discrimination and the lynch mob mentality that comes with such legislation as was proposed in Uganda. If only now our religious leaders would be equally as bold!
Kato's murder outraged many of us in the LGBT international community. We who pay attention to not only the "gay news" but also the "Anglican news" were all-too-aware of the dangers facing Kato and others in Uganda as the church and state conspired to craft the noxious Anti-homosexual legislation, which threatens execution of LGBT people and severe punishment for anyone who doesn't report someone who is lesbian or gay to the authorities. There were emails, phone calls, and letters sent to the secular and religious leaders of the world to speak out against this atrocity occuring on the African continent. When Kato, an outspoken and visible member of Uganda's LGBTI community was executed, our concerns were sadly realized, and it ratched it up the global concern.
We must remain aware of the precarious position African LGBT people face. They're lives are in real jeopardy. They face imprisonment, beatings, and lesbians in particular are often victims of what some call "corrective" rape.
U.S. Secretary of State Hilary Clinton this fall took a huge step up to tell the international community it is time to protect LGBT people from discrimination and the lynch mob mentality that comes with such legislation as was proposed in Uganda. If only now our religious leaders would be equally as bold!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Addicted to Hate
The late singer Robert Palmer hit it big on the pop charts in the 1980s with a song called, "Addicted to Love" which had the refrain, "Might as well face it your addicted to love."
But this week, I am seeing evidence of an addiction not to love, but to love's opposite, hate.
There was the story out of central Arkansas of the man managing a Democratic congressional candidate's campaign against a Tea Party Republican who came home with his children one evening to find the family's pet cat hanging on the porch. The killers left their calling card on the animal's corpse by scrawling "Liberal" in black permanent marker on the dead cat's side.
There was the way House Majority leader Eric Cantor went from wrinkled brow to sly smirk during the State of the Union address last night. A smirk that conveyed what was likely going through his head as the President pushed for Congress to stop stalling on his plans to help create more long-term jobs in this country; namely, "Yeah, right, Nobama! Ain't gonna happen!"
There were the homophobic and Christian-bashing comments that are now associated with a video that I made a few years ago. If I were my teen-age self, I might have been crushed but some of the name-calling. But I'm an adult and I know most people who comment on the internet using a pseudonym are cowards and desperate for attention. Especially a pseudonym like "TrustinJesus." I do trust in Jesus; hence--like the Ziggy Marley song says--"I don't condemn, I don't convert." I don't have to because that's the role of God, not me. I am supposed to reflect God's love and allow it to flow through me to others. But it's the Love that works on the individual's heart and mind that will do the condemning and converting.
That's what happened with Paul. Today was the day we celebrated his conversion to Christianity, a truly remarkable story of a man addicted to hating those who professed Christ as the Messiah who encounters Christ on the road to Damascus and is turned around for good... which wasn't just good, it was great! Paul is one of the first to experience the risen Christ, and that encounter led to him becoming one of the early church's evangelists-extraordinaire. He started churches, and wrote letters, and became an advocate for spreading this message of Love to the Gentile population. Paul went from being addicted to his hatred to inescapably in Love. He was redeemed, and his redemption tells a story of how powerful Love can be.
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. once said, "Darkness can not drive out darkness. Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate. Only love can do that." That certainly seems to be true. And the only answer to those who are seemingly addicted to their hatred and distrust everyone and everything is to continue responding in love, knowing that there will be a price to pay for that.
But this week, I am seeing evidence of an addiction not to love, but to love's opposite, hate.
There was the story out of central Arkansas of the man managing a Democratic congressional candidate's campaign against a Tea Party Republican who came home with his children one evening to find the family's pet cat hanging on the porch. The killers left their calling card on the animal's corpse by scrawling "Liberal" in black permanent marker on the dead cat's side.
There was the way House Majority leader Eric Cantor went from wrinkled brow to sly smirk during the State of the Union address last night. A smirk that conveyed what was likely going through his head as the President pushed for Congress to stop stalling on his plans to help create more long-term jobs in this country; namely, "Yeah, right, Nobama! Ain't gonna happen!"
There were the homophobic and Christian-bashing comments that are now associated with a video that I made a few years ago. If I were my teen-age self, I might have been crushed but some of the name-calling. But I'm an adult and I know most people who comment on the internet using a pseudonym are cowards and desperate for attention. Especially a pseudonym like "TrustinJesus." I do trust in Jesus; hence--like the Ziggy Marley song says--"I don't condemn, I don't convert." I don't have to because that's the role of God, not me. I am supposed to reflect God's love and allow it to flow through me to others. But it's the Love that works on the individual's heart and mind that will do the condemning and converting.
That's what happened with Paul. Today was the day we celebrated his conversion to Christianity, a truly remarkable story of a man addicted to hating those who professed Christ as the Messiah who encounters Christ on the road to Damascus and is turned around for good... which wasn't just good, it was great! Paul is one of the first to experience the risen Christ, and that encounter led to him becoming one of the early church's evangelists-extraordinaire. He started churches, and wrote letters, and became an advocate for spreading this message of Love to the Gentile population. Paul went from being addicted to his hatred to inescapably in Love. He was redeemed, and his redemption tells a story of how powerful Love can be.
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. once said, "Darkness can not drive out darkness. Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate. Only love can do that." That certainly seems to be true. And the only answer to those who are seemingly addicted to their hatred and distrust everyone and everything is to continue responding in love, knowing that there will be a price to pay for that.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
And God Changed His Mind
Some people have power animals. I have a power prophet. And my power prophet is not one of the big stars of the Bible like Moses or Isaiah or even the oh, so bemoaning Jeremiah.
My power prophet is Jonah.
Yeah, I know. He's a bit of a coward and a fool and a pouter and a drama queen. Hence, he is incredibly real to me. His reluctance to go to Nineveh and tell them that they're on a road to destruction and his running the other way when God tells him which direction to go all speaks to things that resonate with me. I'm in touch with my inner Jonah. And I would be willing to bet that most people out there who call themselves followers of Christ are also familiar with their inner Jonah.
Jonah does eventually succumb and trudges in to Nineveh after his high seas adventures in the belly of a big fish, and does as God commands. He tells them that they have 40 days before God lowers the boom and wipes them out. Jonah expects the Ninevehites to ignore this news and continue behaving in ways that will bring about their certain demise. But it doesn't happen. The Ninevehites hear Jonah's words, take them to heart, fast, and they turn their lives around. And then, an incredible thing happens...
When God saw what they did, how they turned from their evil ways, God changed his mind about the calamity that he had said he would bring upon them; and he did not do it.
God changed his mind. At least, that's how the writer of the Book of Jonah describes it. Since the destruction did NOT happen, God must have changed his mind. Or perhaps it's that the people of Nineveh, having turned from their purported wickedness, no longer needed a God-whooping. And perhaps it's not so much that God changed his mind, but the people of Nineveh came back to God.
In my own experience, I have come to know God as one who is the constant and unchanging undercurrent in the world. There is always a pulsing steady beat, like a heart, that tha-thumps the same song day-in and day-out to let us know that Love is always present if we will stop listening to our own monkey minds and pick up its rhythm. I believe that is the rhythm that captured the attention of the disciples as they dropped their day-to-day habits and chores to follow Jesus as he spread the message of Love to a people desperate to hear that good news. They felt that beat and they wanted to dance to it.
Now, if you listen to some, especially during this political silly season in the states, there is a feeling that we in this country have "forgotten God" and we, like the people of Nineveh, need to repent. The ones sounding this alarm are often those who identify as "evangelical Christians" and, as evangelists, they believe it is their duty to take on that Jonah role, screw up their courage, and tell us all how debase and horrible we are and it's time to get on our knees and pray to God. I agree: when we make laws that punish the children of illegal immigrants and make it impossible for those kids to obtain citizenship, and when we continue to fight over whether LGBT people should be allowed to get married, and when we blithly go along with the idea that our healthcare delivery system is the best in the world, even though millions of Americans can't afford the insurance to access that system, then--yes--I think we need to ask God to forgive us our sins that we are committing against God and each other. Because when we intentionally inflict pain and suffering on those who are a minority or in need, then we are persecuting God. Remember Matthew 25? "What you did to the least of these you have done to me"?
Oh, wait: I think the things that I believe are reasons to repent are not the same ones that the "evangelical Christians" have in mind. Oh, no: I think the things that I say are wrong in this country are the things that "they" tend to think are right. Uh-oh! We're at odds! What are we to do?
We could fall back on our inner Jonah. Jonah sulked and pouted when God didn't destory Nineveh. Afterall, he hadn't run so fast and furious in the other direction only to wind up in the city to do what he was told to do to then see that nothing bad happens to the Ninevehites. This was supposed to be doomsday. And since things didn't turn out as he wanted, he sits down and pouts and is angry at God for ruining the fun. Sounds like the type of response one so invested in a particular outcome, like a political issue, would have. But God answers Jonah's pouting and kvetching with a shade bush to keep him comfortable as he grumbled. Jonah was happy to have that to protect him from the heat of the sun. Once he was satisfied, God took Jonah's shade bush away by means of a worm, and a sultry wind blew on him making him swelter. Now Jonah was angry again.
God said to Jonah, ‘Is it right for you to be angry about the bush?’ And he said, ‘Yes, angry enough to die.’Then the Lord said, ‘You are concerned about the bush, for which you did not labour and which you did not grow; it came into being in a night and perished in a night.And should I not be concerned about Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who do not know their right hand from their left, and also many animals?’ --Jonah 4:9-11
Who has the ultimate say here? Us or God? Like Jonah, we want to have the last word and be in control of all things and have justice meted out in a way that pleases us. But that isn't always go to be the case. The rhythm that beats and moves this world and calls people to join in the dance is setting the tempo of change, growth and evolution of our minds and nature. Any repentance, or rethinking as I like to call it, will happen at the time when it needs to happen. And if something is out-of-sync with that rhythm, the correction will happen. This should be the hope of all people who follow Christ, and it takes the same faith and trust exhibited by those disciples who dropped their lives to tag along after Jesus to trust that God will work God's purpose out. God will have the final say, and the last dance. And that is something God won't change God's mind about.
My power prophet is Jonah.
Yeah, I know. He's a bit of a coward and a fool and a pouter and a drama queen. Hence, he is incredibly real to me. His reluctance to go to Nineveh and tell them that they're on a road to destruction and his running the other way when God tells him which direction to go all speaks to things that resonate with me. I'm in touch with my inner Jonah. And I would be willing to bet that most people out there who call themselves followers of Christ are also familiar with their inner Jonah.
Jonah does eventually succumb and trudges in to Nineveh after his high seas adventures in the belly of a big fish, and does as God commands. He tells them that they have 40 days before God lowers the boom and wipes them out. Jonah expects the Ninevehites to ignore this news and continue behaving in ways that will bring about their certain demise. But it doesn't happen. The Ninevehites hear Jonah's words, take them to heart, fast, and they turn their lives around. And then, an incredible thing happens...
When God saw what they did, how they turned from their evil ways, God changed his mind about the calamity that he had said he would bring upon them; and he did not do it.
God changed his mind. At least, that's how the writer of the Book of Jonah describes it. Since the destruction did NOT happen, God must have changed his mind. Or perhaps it's that the people of Nineveh, having turned from their purported wickedness, no longer needed a God-whooping. And perhaps it's not so much that God changed his mind, but the people of Nineveh came back to God.
In my own experience, I have come to know God as one who is the constant and unchanging undercurrent in the world. There is always a pulsing steady beat, like a heart, that tha-thumps the same song day-in and day-out to let us know that Love is always present if we will stop listening to our own monkey minds and pick up its rhythm. I believe that is the rhythm that captured the attention of the disciples as they dropped their day-to-day habits and chores to follow Jesus as he spread the message of Love to a people desperate to hear that good news. They felt that beat and they wanted to dance to it.
Now, if you listen to some, especially during this political silly season in the states, there is a feeling that we in this country have "forgotten God" and we, like the people of Nineveh, need to repent. The ones sounding this alarm are often those who identify as "evangelical Christians" and, as evangelists, they believe it is their duty to take on that Jonah role, screw up their courage, and tell us all how debase and horrible we are and it's time to get on our knees and pray to God. I agree: when we make laws that punish the children of illegal immigrants and make it impossible for those kids to obtain citizenship, and when we continue to fight over whether LGBT people should be allowed to get married, and when we blithly go along with the idea that our healthcare delivery system is the best in the world, even though millions of Americans can't afford the insurance to access that system, then--yes--I think we need to ask God to forgive us our sins that we are committing against God and each other. Because when we intentionally inflict pain and suffering on those who are a minority or in need, then we are persecuting God. Remember Matthew 25? "What you did to the least of these you have done to me"?
Oh, wait: I think the things that I believe are reasons to repent are not the same ones that the "evangelical Christians" have in mind. Oh, no: I think the things that I say are wrong in this country are the things that "they" tend to think are right. Uh-oh! We're at odds! What are we to do?
We could fall back on our inner Jonah. Jonah sulked and pouted when God didn't destory Nineveh. Afterall, he hadn't run so fast and furious in the other direction only to wind up in the city to do what he was told to do to then see that nothing bad happens to the Ninevehites. This was supposed to be doomsday. And since things didn't turn out as he wanted, he sits down and pouts and is angry at God for ruining the fun. Sounds like the type of response one so invested in a particular outcome, like a political issue, would have. But God answers Jonah's pouting and kvetching with a shade bush to keep him comfortable as he grumbled. Jonah was happy to have that to protect him from the heat of the sun. Once he was satisfied, God took Jonah's shade bush away by means of a worm, and a sultry wind blew on him making him swelter. Now Jonah was angry again.
God said to Jonah, ‘Is it right for you to be angry about the bush?’ And he said, ‘Yes, angry enough to die.’Then the Lord said, ‘You are concerned about the bush, for which you did not labour and which you did not grow; it came into being in a night and perished in a night.And should I not be concerned about Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who do not know their right hand from their left, and also many animals?’ --Jonah 4:9-11
Who has the ultimate say here? Us or God? Like Jonah, we want to have the last word and be in control of all things and have justice meted out in a way that pleases us. But that isn't always go to be the case. The rhythm that beats and moves this world and calls people to join in the dance is setting the tempo of change, growth and evolution of our minds and nature. Any repentance, or rethinking as I like to call it, will happen at the time when it needs to happen. And if something is out-of-sync with that rhythm, the correction will happen. This should be the hope of all people who follow Christ, and it takes the same faith and trust exhibited by those disciples who dropped their lives to tag along after Jesus to trust that God will work God's purpose out. God will have the final say, and the last dance. And that is something God won't change God's mind about.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
No Partiality: The Confession of St. Peter
These lines from the Book of Acts were like a balm to my ears this morning:
‘I truly understand that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him.
This is Peter professing, or confessing, the great "a-ha!" that says it is God who is the host of the banquet and it is God who invites us to the party, and in God's own way, we will likely find ourselves sitting next to people at the table who we surely thought were not going to be there with us. Republicans and Democrats will be made to break bread with Independents. Gays and straights will be bumping elbows and immigrants of all kinds will be clinking glasses with natives. All because, when offered the invitation to this party, they said "Yes."
This is not an exclusive club as some have tried to make it out to be. And it's not some dry boring no-fun-at-all kind of party either. It is the party called life. It is abundant, eternal, and the music plays on and on. We can either get up and dance to the beat, or sit it out in the corners of the room. If we leave the dance hall and slam the door behind us, that's when we've lost out. Lots of people do that, and it's a shame. The good news is that the band doesn't stop playing just because some don't want to stick around to listen.
Some folks can get hung up on the term "fearing God."
"Why would I want to worship a God that wants me to be afraid?"
It's not that we are "afraid" in that way that we might fear an axe-wielding murderer or a sadistic and abusive parent. "Fear," in this sense, is to be in awe, or totally wowed, or left dumb-struck because you just can't believe how God can be so good. It's in this place that any of us, and in this case Peter, are left slack-jawed and saying, "OK, this is amazing!" Peter, who had up to this point thought that God and Jesus were just for the Jewish people who kept kosher, now knows that God intends this message of Love to extend further. And--yes, Peter--you can eat the shrimp!
It's an eye-opener for Peter, and it continues to open the eyes of many in the world to the knowledge that there is a Love that is universal and desires to be one with us in our lives as shown by the one sent to live and die as one of us and deliver us the invitation. All we have to do is say, "Yes" and let the party get started.
Almighty Father, who inspired Simon Peter, first among the apostles, to confess Jesus as Messiah and Son of the Living God: Keep your Church steadfast upon the rock of this faith, that in unity and peace we may proclaim the one truth and follow the one Lord, our Savior Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.
Rock on!
‘I truly understand that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him.
This is Peter professing, or confessing, the great "a-ha!" that says it is God who is the host of the banquet and it is God who invites us to the party, and in God's own way, we will likely find ourselves sitting next to people at the table who we surely thought were not going to be there with us. Republicans and Democrats will be made to break bread with Independents. Gays and straights will be bumping elbows and immigrants of all kinds will be clinking glasses with natives. All because, when offered the invitation to this party, they said "Yes."
This is not an exclusive club as some have tried to make it out to be. And it's not some dry boring no-fun-at-all kind of party either. It is the party called life. It is abundant, eternal, and the music plays on and on. We can either get up and dance to the beat, or sit it out in the corners of the room. If we leave the dance hall and slam the door behind us, that's when we've lost out. Lots of people do that, and it's a shame. The good news is that the band doesn't stop playing just because some don't want to stick around to listen.
Some folks can get hung up on the term "fearing God."
"Why would I want to worship a God that wants me to be afraid?"
It's not that we are "afraid" in that way that we might fear an axe-wielding murderer or a sadistic and abusive parent. "Fear," in this sense, is to be in awe, or totally wowed, or left dumb-struck because you just can't believe how God can be so good. It's in this place that any of us, and in this case Peter, are left slack-jawed and saying, "OK, this is amazing!" Peter, who had up to this point thought that God and Jesus were just for the Jewish people who kept kosher, now knows that God intends this message of Love to extend further. And--yes, Peter--you can eat the shrimp!
It's an eye-opener for Peter, and it continues to open the eyes of many in the world to the knowledge that there is a Love that is universal and desires to be one with us in our lives as shown by the one sent to live and die as one of us and deliver us the invitation. All we have to do is say, "Yes" and let the party get started.
Almighty Father, who inspired Simon Peter, first among the apostles, to confess Jesus as Messiah and Son of the Living God: Keep your Church steadfast upon the rock of this faith, that in unity and peace we may proclaim the one truth and follow the one Lord, our Savior Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.
Rock on!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Appreciating the Rev. Dr. MLK, Jr.
When I opened the book, what fell out were the photocopies of Jesus' sermon on the mount from Matthew's gospel and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I Have A Dream" speech. The assignment had been to do a comparison of the two texts and discuss them in class. I never spoke in that class. Instead, I sat on the back row trying as best as I could to make sense of Satre and Kant and taking in the existential angst of the philosophy majors on the front row. But then we had this assignment. And as I read the two pieces, I was fascinated by the way King really had used the rhetorical style of the man he called "Savior" to bring the basic understanding of the Gospel message to a practical, and important, political and cultural point.
As always, I sat on the back row in that class, figuring I would just stay mum and let the budding philosophers give us all the meaning of these two speeches. But I was stunned and shocked when one of them, the guy with the scruffy beard and long hair and pasty white skin, opined that there was no comparison between the two.
My hand shot up, and the professor looked like he'd been zapped by an electric shock.
"Yes?" he called on me to speak. And spoke I did!
"Oh, there is sooo much here!" And I rattled off all the rhetorical points that seemed to line up with each other, the repetition of the phrase "I have a dream" and "Blessed are the fill-in-the-blanks." And, looking at those on the front row, I noted, "Dr. King was a preacher. Of course, he would have known this stuff and been influenced by it!"
I find very often that the "Reverend" part of Dr. King's title is often overlooked. As we come to have the annual celebration of a man noted for his impassioned speeches and crusades for civil rights for African Americans, there seems to be a lack of appreciation for where that passion was grounded. Rev. Dr. King was about truly living the values of Christianity, and it was his Christianity that guided him to the place of knowing that his efforts were absolutely right, just, fair and of God. Why then are people so reluctant to make that part of his title?
It seems to stem from the idea that someone like a King and the ideas that he advocated transcend all labels and markers that set him apart from other religions. In fact, the Rev. Dr. King's ethic of non-violence was learned from one of his top assistants in the civil rights struggle, a gay man named Bayard Rustin, who spent time in India learning from the master, Mahatmas Gandhi. So, yes, King was influenced by practices outside of Christianity and by Rustin who, at that time, was reviled by most in the civil rights struggle as a "pervert" because of his homosexuality. Rustin may have kept a low-profile, but his savvy helped King lead.
The fact that King kept Rustin as an advisor and was willing to learn from a Gandhi, shows him to be a broadminded person. And being broadminded is not contradictory to being Christian. In fact, Christians should strive to be open-minded and curious and willing to learn from what others can teach them. That is part of being able to see God in action in the world today.
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