It happened again, this past week. I went to Calvin
College’s Festival of Faith and Writing. I was there to make a presentation
with Christy Berghoef on how one goes about writing a spiritual memoir. We had
fun. The seminar was well attended. People seemed to enjoy it.
Walking around campus afterward, however, I felt disquieted.
I’m not sure I can pinpoint why. Maybe it was because I am very introverted. I
don’t enjoy floating like a butterfly in a big crowd.
But some of my disquiet also had to do with my deep emotional
attachment to Calvin College—and even more so, the Christian Reformed Church.
Or rather, I should say my disquiet was rooted in no longer being attached to
those institutions.
We all know the legal fiction that makes corporations—institutions
like the church or its college or seminary—people. The law generally treats
institutions as if they are persons. The law treats institutions as independent
centers of will and action. They can earn profit, make donations, pay taxes, sue
and be sued, and so on—even though they are not flesh and blood.
But there is actually more going on here than the necessary
legal fiction. The truth is we often become deeply attached to institutions, just
as we become attached to real people. Attachment to people is a basic human
need. Adam needed a helper who could be a partner. Children are born pining for
mothers. We need friends and community to thrive. And institutions, like people,
can partly fulfill that need for attachment. Mostly through their human
proxies, institutions love and nurture, accuse and forgive, embrace and reject.
People are deeply affected by such actions and respond emotionally. Thus they often
become deeply attached to their institutions.
Being back at Calvin disquieted me because it brought home
with great emotional force the injury I’ve suffered by abandoning my lifelong attachment
to the Christian Reformed Church.
The best analogy I can think of is a story that a former
parishioner told me, years ago. This older person had been married for over
thirty years but was abandoned by his wife. They divorced. They had no
children. While married, they had also moved around a lot, often far from
family and old friends, never putting down deep roots.
The parishioner told me that his thirty years of marriage
now seemed, to him, a big black hole. There was no one to talk with, anymore,
about those thirty years. No one could recall with him his mountaintop experiences
or triumphs. No one would remember with him the pain or defeats that punctuated
those years. Without anyone to speak to who was there those thirty years, it
was almost as if they had never happened. “Sharing memories, good and bad, is
how we process things,” this man said to me. “But I can’t process. It is as if
someone imposed a press blackout on half my life. No one will ever know what
happened.” He had become "unattached," as they say.
Now, I’m sure that leaving an institution behind isn’t as
painful as leaving the one person you were daily and deeply attached to behind.
Besides—I still have a spouse I’m happily married to, family is an important
part of my life, and I’ve got many good friends of long-standing both inside
and outside the Christian Reformed Church. Still, much of what I believed in
and worked for in the Christian Reformed Church seems insubstantial now, thin
and watery, like soup stock. Thinking back on it alone isn’t fulfilling. It
makes the past thirty years seem, if not a great black hole, then at least a long
excursus. An emotional loss.
Some readers will wonder, then, why I left. Why not—like a
couple in crisis—get some counseling, work on the relationship, and repair what
was going wrong? But here institutions are utterly unlike people. They cannot
negotiate relational issues. Where people can engage in self-examination,
change their habits or even their minds, confess sins and make promises to do
better next time—institutions rarely do any of these things. When they try,
only herculean and time-consuming effort will lead to change. There are, after
all, bylaws to follow, creeds and confessions to uphold, and conflicting
factions to balance and appease. I’m reminded of what a former Anglican Bishop
of Edinburgh, Richard Holloway, wrote in his autobiography, Leaving Alexandria. “All institutions over-claim
for themselves and end up believing more in their own existence than in the
vision that propelled them into existence in the first place. This is
particularly true of religious institutions. Religions may begin as vehicles of
longing for mysteries beyond description, but they end up claiming exclusive
descriptive rights to them” (p. 151).
My problem with the Christian Reformed Church—which I loved—is that I have changed my mind about those mysteries beyond description. And the church
isn’t about to change its mind. The thing is, when potential change in a
relationship can come only from one side, counseling and repair isn’t an
option. The relationship is over.
Just so that no one misunderstands—I recognize that my new
denomination, the United Church of Canada—is as hide-bound an institution as
any other. This is especially true when it comes to its government and
administration. The great difference, for me, is that the United Church is also
institutionally committed to not “claiming exclusive rights” to any specific
mystery, unless it is the mystery of loving neighbors (however imperfectly we
actually succeed). Right now, the wide-open space my second church relationship
allows me is also perfect for me.
But still, I was very sad at Calvin this past week. I’m
reminded of something (a bit naughty) that my great-grandfather is reputed to have
said, long after both of his wives had passed away. “When you remarry, you go
to bed with your new wife. But you always sleep with your first love.”
Institution-wise, at least, I think I know what he meant.