No, this post about a bishop and a rabbi isn't an attempt to repeat one of the old jokes my grandpa used to tell. Instead, it highlights two very different profiles that I've enjoyed recently. Andrew Corsello's "Let God Love Gene Robinson" in the July issue of GQ describes with extraordinary depth the emotional and spiritual struggles of the Episcopal bishop whose homosexuality is dividing the Anglican community. The profile is full of scenes where Gene Robinson must explain his true identity to himself and others. Here Corsello narrates an encounter between Robinson and Ron Prinn, a colleague who had bitterly shunned him when he first learned that Robinson is gay:
By the time Prinn finally accepted one of Gene’s group-lunch invitations, three years ago, Parkinson’s disease had ravaged his body. He could no longer eat—liquid nutrients had to be pumped directly into his stomach through a stent—and had neared the point where he could no longer walk or talk. Another of the guests ushered Prinn and his wife, Barbara, through the garage, where Gene and Mark had installed a handicap lift years before. When he rolled his walker into the kitchen, Prinn beheld Gene with a bewildered look. A gurgling sound emerged from his throat. Barbara put an ear to her husband’s mouth, then translated.
“Ron wants to know who in your family is handicapped.” No one, Gene said.
It clearly pained Prinn to muster the words, but he managed.
“Who did you build that lift for?”
The lift had been used only once before. Gene hadn’t thought twice about installing it. His theology of inclusion had structured not only his ministry but his idea of what a living space should be; the lift hadn’t been built with anyone particular in mind.
“We built it for you,” Gene said.
Prinn began to cry quietly, then motioned for Gene to come close. When he did, Prinn whispered that he wanted Robinson to kiss him.
Barbara Prinn says that in her husband’s final months, when he could no longer speak, Robinson would sit with him in silence for hours at a time, holding his hand and, before taking his leave, kissing the dying, smiling man on the crown of his head. http://men.style.com/gq/features/landing?id=content_6948
In contrast with this thorough and moving profile of Bishop Robinson, Jeffrey Toobin's portrait of Rabbi Dennis Shulman is short and funny. Here's how Toobin begins "First Timer":
Throughout American history, the number of blind rabbis serving in Congress has remained steady at zero. In a cluttered campaign office next to the Naturoll sushi takeout in Haworth, New Jersey, Dennis Shulman is trying to change that.
I couldn't stop reading after that start. www.newyorker.com/talk/2008/07/28/080728ta_talk_toobin
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