Matthew Shepard, Affirmation Pellets, and the Meaning of Life


As I write this, I’m sitting in seat 31G on Delta Flight 979 to Seattle. 31G, if there were any question, is not in first class.

But, 31G isn’t horrible, all things considered. I get to sit next to my wife for six hours, which is rather enjoyable. She’s looking at all the pictures on her iPhone–over 2,000 of them. She documents our family’s life with a smartphone and a good eye for the significant–well, that and the fact that she lets the three year-old walk around taking pictures of ears, breast pockets, and the insides of drawers and closets.

I don’t mind flying. I like being unreachable for awhile. I find that with all the electronic devices I have in my life, I’m often too accessible. People can get to me altogether too easily. So, this bit of solace is a drip of water in the desert.

Who am I kidding? I’m not that important. People don’t generally sit around trying to figure out ways to get my attention. That notion strikes me as narcissistic and self-serving.

In fact, it’s me who likes to be tethered to the world through wireless bonds. I check my email too much, my Facebook status, my Twitter mentions, the stats on my blogs–all too much.

What is that? I know what it is. It bothers me to admit it, though. It’s my own insecurities looking for a magic jolt of affirmation, punching the button for another pellet, so I know the world knows I exist.

Usually, I don’t think of it that way. I tell myself I’m just doing my job, keeping up with the correspondence, investing in social media presence, blah, blah, blah.

Too much of the time, though, that’s precisely what it is. At 34,000 feet, going 527 mph, with no internet access (at least that I’m willing to pay for) it’s hard to lie to myself.


Flying over South Dakota brings out my honorable side, apparently. If you meet the Buddha in South Dakota … you have gotten seriously lost. My wife told me she brought a Deepak Chopra book that I could read if I wanted to. Yeah, that’s not happening.

Soon we’ll be over Wyoming. Wyoming. That reminds me why I’m in this tin can hurtling through space at 10363 meters at 854 km/h, refusing to part with the six bucks it would cost to watch the in-flight movie. I’m going to preach the Matthew Shepard sermon at Trinity Episcopal Church in downtown Seattle.

On an October night in 1998, two men coaxed young Matthew Shepard into a car, drove him out into the country, robbed him, pistol-whipped him, and tied him to a fence to die alone. That Matthew Shepard was gay apparently gave them all the motive they needed to inflict as much damage as venal little minds could concoct.

In the years since, Matthew Shepard has become a symbol of all that hatred can do when unleashed on the world.

It makes me wonder how you get to that point? How do you turn your fear of that which is different into something so potent that when it breaks over the levies, everything in its way gets swallowed up in in death?

Fear of what’s different? That doesn’t sound altogether right. Of course, fear of what’s different is a part of it. But that seems too easy, frankly. Fear of what’s different is the standard answer in cases like these.

But why do we fear what’s different? I think it has something to do with the fear that we are insignificant, with our insecurities about the potential meaninglessness of our lives. Our confidence in our own agency is so tenuous that whatever stands over against how we view the world is a threat. We know enough native logic that A cannot simultaneously be non A. That is to say, we know, for instance, that “World Series Champion” cannot be used as an antecedent qualifier for “Chicago Cubs.” The universe just isn’t structured to allow a thing to be itself and its opposite at the same time.

For two men in Wyoming thirteen years ago, the prospect of homosexuality coexisting in a world with “natural” sexual affinities was logically impossible. Matthew Shepard’s existence itself threatened a whole way of construing the world.

If your world is threatened, if your equilibrium is disrupted, you’ve got to figure out what you’re going to do to restore stasis. If violence is all you know, violence is what you bring to the existential party.

Insecurity. Fear. Meaninglessness. They stand as roadblocks to an otherwise satisfying existence.

Whether it’s violence on a crisp autumn evening or affirmation pellets dispensed by the ubiquitous interwebz, we’re all desperately chasing meaning, frantically hoping that–whether or not we can make sense of it–sense can, indeed, be made of it.

I guess that’s why I’m sitting in 31G, next to my lovely wife on this giant internet-less slinky headed toward Seattle … just hoping to provide (find?) a little meaning, a little affirmation that somehow we all have a place in God’s peaceable kingdom.

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “Matthew Shepard, Affirmation Pellets, and the Meaning of Life

  1. The horrible death of Matthew Shepard shook me. I was not out to myself yet, but something about his death changed me forever. For many years I carried his picture in my wallet. I do no know why, but I often took it out and cried as I looked at it. Somehow that picture made me ask why; and not having an answer made moved me to despair and tears.

    His death has served as a banner to me as what hate can do. Hate has no place in a Christian society, but here we are living knee deep in it.

    Anyway, I wish you and your family a great time in Seattle and a moving sermon. Blessings.

    María Pérez
    GLAD

  2. Thanks, Derek, for the provocation. Response to fear seems to find its way so easily to violence. Would that we could find a way to release compassion, kindness, care as voraciously.

    Mary Ann

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s