I grew up in Chapel Hill, North Carolina and believe me, I know what it’s like to worship college sports. It’s my heritage and my history.
But as I’ve pondered the Penn State situation and those who have grown up loving the Nittany Lions, I’ve been trying to get my head around choosing to protect an institution over a child.
Just to reassure myself re: my parenting skills, I had this conversation with TBC last week:
Me: So, you walk into the showers in the gym and you see an adult having sex with a kid who looks about 10 years old. What do you do?
TBC: I grab the kid and call the police.
Me: (sigh of relief)
Even so, HH reminded me that in a hierarchical culture, people are afraid to report their superiors, even of heinous behavior. But I have come to believe that most of us are afraid of getting involved – whether the situation involves our superiors or strangers or even friends. Consider this crime in Bethesda and this one in Charlottesville in recent months.
I’ve been wondering if it boils down to what we worship. I believe that all of us have a religion. For some, our religion might really be football which sounds ridiculous, but there are honestly those whose highest fidelity is to their home team . . . or their homeland . . . or their home.
What we worship rules our schedule, our finances, our habits.
Our religion might be financial success or popularity or acclaim. Maybe we would even risk our lives for these things.
Maybe we ultimately worship our children . . . or our parents. We would sacrifice everything for them. They are our ultimate purpose and reason for living.
Maybe we have a different ultimate purpose. We want To Do Good. We would camp out in city parks for weeks for the sake of financial justice. We would give up our vacation time to teach children in Haiti. We would spend our day off volunteering in a food pantry. These actions don’t require faith in God. Or they indeed might have something to do with God.
We who say we believe in Jesus are called to follow Jesus, to do what Jesus did. It is our religion. Our way of life.
Sometimes we get confused and we actually worship the institutions around this religion. We lose sight of Jesus and focus instead on the customs and accoutrements that might have been – originally – about glorifying God, but became about us. Following Jesus has nothing to do with what we’ve come to consider must-haves for legitimate worship. Good and holy people believe that Sunday School, pipe organs, and pews are all necessary to be the church. I, for one, appreciate those things, but none of them are required to follow Jesus.
I believe that the Penn State fans are good people. I believe that the University staffers are good people. But because of Jesus, I can also believe that the boys who were abused have a future that is better than we can hope or imagine. Resurrection is real. God redeems even evil. I have experienced this personally and it’s true.



But here’s the rub: these congregations are all members of the Presbyterian Church in America – a group of Reformed Christians who broke off of the mainline Presbyterian Church (what is now the PCUSA) over the issue of the ordination of women and other theological matters. 



Imagine you’ve been a pastor for twenty years. And in those twenty years you’ve been intimately involved in dealing with: