William Witt is one of the more persistent and eloquent writers about sexuality and the church. He has written one article for the Anglican Communion Institute that merits some reflection.
I do not have his erudition or his expertise. I have read far less than he has and do not write as well. I am merely a parish priest in a small, suburban church in White Plains, NY.
Professor Witt refers to his Southern Baptist inheritance as formational. Clearly this frames his relationship with God, and his appreciation of scripture. I come from a family very different that Professor Witt’s. My mother from a prosperous interfaith Indian family, and my father from Yankee scientists. They met in a doctoral program. My mother went to the Anglican church next to a prominent Music Conservatory; my father, the neighboring Unitarian assembly one block away.
So my instinct is charity towards other faiths. I am grounded in skepticism of any sort of easy, reductionistic, foundationalism articulation of faith. I also have been deeply inculcated with the ideas that science and empiricism are powerful methods of discerning truth, although I have some sympathy for the philosophical anarchism in epistemology, that allows for Christianity to hold some ground against science.
But I digress.
My own faith journey included, as with professor Witt, encounters with very holy men of generosity and magnanimity. For me, the person was The Rev. Canon Cyril V. Roberts, the chaplain to the Eastman School of Music. And, to be perfectly honest, music was my entry into the church. I am convinced that if Jesus were music, he would be, could be, a Bach fugue. This was before I heard Ray Barretto’s Acid or Tito Puente’s Hong Kong Mambo.
Roberts embodied a free openness that represented, for me, the hallmark of being an Anglican. Even though my own parents were secure and generous, Roberts was also joyful. So let me confess that in every way my first experience of Christianity was Joy – the joy that is almost impossible to resist when listening to Bach, as exemplified when being greeted by a man of profound, inexplicable happiness.
I was also never told that homosexuality was anti-Christian or unchristian or Christian. My mother did reflect some upon her instinctive homophobia, but as she was a poet, there we had many people at our dinner table who were gay. Admittedly, I don’t really care much about homosexuality, nor do I have any particular love for the category. And honestly, I spend far lest time thinking about sexuality than economics. So when I have read scripture, the codes against homosexuality seem quaint and mythological. The words of Christ Jesus, and the lives of the apostles still commanded my attention and inspired my faith.
So Witt and I come from different worlds, and I think this matters. I do read scripture, but with a much different intent than he does. Recently, as I was feeling a bit discouraged, I began reading the psalms; I then read a few chapters of Isaiah. And I felt a deep affection around me. I didn’t read the genealogies; nor did I read the Levitical codes. I was being selective: I read the scripture that reminded me of the Joy and security that God has promised through Christ.
So this is from where I begin reading his essay. I read scripture for my own edification and encouragement. But I’m also not the sort who places science in a subordinate role easily. I would not have thought to read scripture to determine if homosexuality is disordered or not. For me, it is almost like asking scripture to figure out how cars are made.