I’m
more distraught than a vegetarian at a pig roast. I’m in knots
over whom I should blame for Hurricane Katrina. Goodness knows it had
to be somebody’s fault. Things like that don’t just happen.
Michael Marcavage, who heads up the evangelistic organization Repent
America, declared that Katrina was God’s way of crashing, or crushing,
a party. The Lord had had it up to here with Southern Decadence, the
huge gay and
lesbian festival held in New Orleans every Labor Day weekend, so He went
biblical on the Gulf Coast.
“Although the loss of lives is deeply saddening, this act of God destroyed
a wicked city … that had its doors wide open to the public celebration
of sin,” said Marcavage.
In a press release, Repent America also cited abortion, Mardi Gras and
the city’s murder rate as further reasons New Orleans rubbed God
the wrong way, but the clear emphasis was on the sin of homosexuality and
God’s Swiss-watch timing in hitting the city just before the homos
were scheduled to.
But if I go along with this notion that Katrina was the fault of we gays,
what of the equally compelling case put forth by anti-abortion activist
Steve Lefemine? He peered at a color satellite map of the hurricane and
discerned the image of an 8-week-old fetus. “In my belief, God judged
New Orleans for the sin of shedding innocent blood through abortion,” he
said.
Okay, but what of the innocent blood that God spilled via Katrina? He’s
angry about innocents dying so He kills more? Boy, the blame game is tougher
than it seems. I bet that’s someone’s fault, too.
The roundup of explanations I read in The Seattle Times included a third
option. Kuwaiti official Muhammad Yousef Mlaifi wrote in an Arabic newspaper, “It
is almost certain that this is a wind of torment and evil that Allah has
sent to this American empire.” The headline for his piece hammered
home the point: “The Terrorist Katrina is One of the Soldiers of
Allah…”
Well. Some might read the explanations of these three fellas and say so
many options, so few brain cells. Not I. My trouble is I have more, yes
more, hypotheses for why Katrina happened.
While the hurricane was in full bloom, I happened to read that the mainly
gay Metropolitan Community Church of Greater New Orleans had recently been
booted out of a building owned by the Catholic Church. The Archdiocese
of New Orleans ended the MCC’s lease because it didn’t want
to send the wrong message about Catholic teaching.
I thought the Archdiocese might’ve sent the wrong message to God.
If He wasn’t enchanted with the New Orleans Archdiocese discriminating
in His name, He could certainly have whipped up a weather calamity as a
response.
Then I thought He might be irritated with a self-appointed spokesman of
His. Rev. Pat Robertson had, after all, recently advocated ditching one
of the Ten Commandments, with his suggestion that the U.S. assassinate
Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez. Seemed to me like grounds for a real
old-time display of wrath.
Then I thought God might actually be on Robertson’s side, and created
Hurricane Katrina to push him out of the news. The trouble with that idea
is the hurricane also pushed Cindy Sheehan out of the news, and everybody
knows if God supports Robertson, He can’t possibly support Sheehan.
What a mess. I’m farther than ever from knowing on whom to pin this
horror. Maybe I should contact Robertson or his pal the Rev. Jerry Falwell.
Though they’ve been oddly silent so far, they’re experts at
laying blame for catastrophes. By not pointing fingers over Hurricane Katrina,
these men are shirking their public duty. God’s going to be mad.