My Favourite Culture

I have just started my semester, and already I have written two essays, given a 30-second speech, and sputtered out Spanish I was unaware I knew whilst under pressure. The semester is going great. Today, I'll meet the last teachers I've yet to meet. There's a lot going on this semester, and it really feels like real college now, unlike last year which felt . . . weird.

My first major assignment is a "cultural artifact" speech. Basically, we have to bring in some item that represents a culture to which we belong, and give a short (2-3 minutes) speech on the artifact, the culture, and the significance of the artifact to the culture and the culture to us. It's a short little thing, and the options are endless. The example speech was about knitting needles, if that helps you understand how broad the term "culture" is being used.

Culture is a weird thing for me though. Biologically, I am white, but most of the "family" I actually know and see most often is from Honduras, my step-mom's family. From my step-dad, I grew up with Polynesian cultural influences. Growing up in culturally diverse Los Angeles gave me bits and pieces of other cultures too, so I don't consider myself any particular race. I decided I didn't want to do any sort of race-based culture for my speech.

I thought about theatre arts, about Harry Potter, about environmentalism and political activism, about all sorts of culture to which I belong, but nothing screamed "Pick me! Pick me! I am your culture!" like my faith. Forget race, forget arts, forget books and politics; I identify with the very long history of my faith, from ancient Israelites all the way to today. They are my ancestors, and their culture is mine.

Except how do you get up in front of a bunch of college students and tell them about how much you love the Bible without boring them all to death? Or worse, leading them to think you're some crazy right-wing, Bible-thumping nut who uses the Bible as a weapon? As much as I know my faith to be something beautiful, despite all of its flawed history—or perhaps because of those flaws even—the idea of standing up to say that and risk the burn of being judged for it terrifies me.

As I tried to find another culture about which to share, I could not help coming back to my faith. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that talking about my faith and its culture is exactly what I needed to do. It is the only culture about which I could talk with such passion—something I'll need if I want to engage anyone and get a good grade—and, I realised, talking about my faith is exactly what being a priest involves. While writing on this blog and talking to friends about my faith is nice, standing up to give a speech about my faith is something entirely different—and a skill I need to practice. If I am too afraid to even tell college students about my faith, who can I tell?

My cultural artifact? The Book of Common Prayer, the book which, in the 16th Century, sought to bring a divided nation together without sacrificing anyone. As Catholics and Protestant reformers fought viciously for control, a brilliant Queen declared that we could, somehow, be both Catholic and Protestant. Without killing each other. It is a book which connects a 19-year-old college student living in 21st century Los Angeles to 16th century Europe, to 1st century Israel/Palestine, to the slaves of ancient Egyptians, and to so many others, living, dead, and not-yet alive, whose cultures may differ so vastly from my own. Yet we pray the same prayers and we eat the same bread and wine. Despite whatever differences we may hold, we share the same humanity, and that is, really, what my favourite culture is all about.