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voices > An Unofficial Guide to Mars Hill OREGON S LGBTO NEWSMAGAZINE Life changes convincingly: I spent last sum mer preparing for a return to the city proper, lazing repeatedly in any body ot water I could find, amassing stamps in my imaginary happy hour passport, and nurturing a fledgling friend ship that would turn into one of my life’s most important. This year, consumed by lost life and love, my toes have touched only my bathtub’s water, that aforementioned friend is bound for San Francisco— but fortunately my happy hour routine hasn’t changed. A hint of normalcy. I also reread Joan Didion’s The White Album and found a passage I’d probably seen a dozen times before but never noticed. Facing an un raveling marriage, she wrote, “Quite often dur ing the past several years I have felt myself a sleepwalker, moving through the world uncon scious of the moment’s high issues, oblivious to its data, alert only to the stuff of bad dreams.” W hile I (hope I) haven’t been sleepwalking for years, I related to her fixations. And while in dulging in more than my fair share of melan choly, I wondered what might reanimate me. Then evangelical mega-church Mars Hill set its sights on Portland. This chain of churches,-gobbling up real es tate like Starbucks, has been covered exhaus tively by most media outlets. Many have aptly pointed out a 700-member super-church is a mere drop in the bucket in a much bigger, bet ter-financed culture war; and people, regardless lady about town BY DANIEL BORGEN of their misguided beliefs, have a right to them—as we do ours. But religious beliefs, much to the chagrin o f many, aren’t off limits. W hile I don’t worry the Hill people will be come a hazardous blight on our city’s landscape, their ambush warrants an examination of some of their core concepts. (I know a little about evangelicals; I spent over a decade with them.) Churches like Mars Hill actively advocate the so-called “Great Commission”— a doctrine best described as a hyper-intrusive sales quota, a compulsion to convert every living person on the planet (or as many as they can collect) to specific teachings. Said teachings, as they (mis) interpret them, unequivocally state that queers are bound to burn for all eternity in a lake of fire (hell). This is a real belief evangelicals heart ily embrace— and leaders proudly display. W hile we queers don’t demand much from them, relocation to the Midwest aside, they do, in their heart of hearts, long (and pray) for us to renounce the gay and turn to their version of Jesus. It is their paramount hope; no amount of breaking bread or exchanging pleasantries with them will alter that irrefutable certainty. Churches of this ilk are getting clever with their hateful rhetoric, burying it in vague gener- SEPTEMBER 16, 2011 29 JÜ5 cals we’re not degenerates—if we love, we auto matically are. Nor can we stop them from raising countless closet cases and self-loathing queer kids. It’s not like we’re talking to some reason able Catholic who’s sort of on the fence about gay marriage. To avoid hell, we must renounce our sin, our being. Sharing our sad stories about rough queer upbringings won’t alter the hate woven into the fabric of their beloved belief sys tem. And hate as euphemism is still hate. I do find some hope in (sporadic) tales of friends and family members recovering from evangelical fever. That, though, usually involves said members leaving their respective congrega tions. While anything is possible, that’s the ex ception, not the rule. I don’t anticipate an exo dus from Mars. Theirs is a committed, well-funded machine, intent on altering the world’s social and political landscape. Part of me wishes I could simply live in the places hope resides, the split-second lull when you glimpse possibility. I want Logan’s optimism. But I’ve lived and seen too much fundamental ism with all its entanglements to let my guard down now—to me, the movement is the stuff of Didion’s had dreams, intent on wrecking the world to fit egregious views. Time seems better spent tending to the reasonable and rational, let ting the Hill people flail in the margins, preach ing extremes. In the interim, we’ll ju§t be—and perhaps stage a protest or two. alizations. Mark Driscoll, Mars Hill pastor, said, “I will never say homosexuality is okay because it’s not. I will likewise never say that it is the only sin or it’s a sin that rises above the other sins and that the gay guy who comes to Mars Hill and sits next to the couple that is dating and sleeping together is any less or more righteous.” So “not okay” is the new euphemism for “abomination” and “deviant.” See how clever that is? You’re wel come to come to church, you’re still going to hell, hut you’re not going to a worse hell than the straight sluts sitting next to you. After the folks at Mars Hill announced their Portland site, my friend Logan Lynn, Q_Cen- ter’s public relations manager, graciously and optimistically extended an olive branch to the Hill people. (Let me he clear: I support Q C e n - ter, I’ve spent years volunteering there.) Per Logan, conversations were positive and civil, and both sides left with a “better understanding o f the other perspective.” I don’t doubt staff at Q_felt that way, and I don’t doubt the Hill peo ple felt they did the Lord’s work by meeting with some homos. (Their website response im plied as much.) Bonus: Maybe a meet and greet could improve their standing with local media. Soon I'll further cement my big gay sin in San Nothing we say or do can convince evangeli Francisco— at Folsom. Email daniel@justout.com. *MAY NOT BE COMBINED WITH IN-STORE OFFERS YÇ1 T7 £ ¿3 £ jj DULT VIDEO 14712 S E Stark S t Portland, OR 97233 o p ' - - ' Happy Hour: 2 -7 pm & 11 pm-1 am We have more happy hours than normal hours. 2100 SE Clinton 503. 731. 6500 nightlightlounge.net * Glass Tobacco Pipes Starting at $2.99 * * DVDs starting at $4.99 ^ 00 Channel Arcade * uge Selection of Toys, Magazines, Lubricants, & Moi
