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A MORMON PROPHET IN THE (SELF) MAKING: Glenn Beck from another Angle

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Glenn Beck is a phenomenon. I’ve developed what my friends call an odd and masochistic practice of listening to Mr. Beck a bit each day. (I described our “meeting” in an earlier blog posting). Most days I have to fight myself not to hit the scan button, his ranting more than I can bear. I am not one to dismiss an ideological adversary out of hand, and I cringe when an ideological companion declares someone (like Glenn Beck) to be delusional, psychotic, just plain crazy. But it is all I can do not to join that chorus some days. Then again, just last week, as he quietly appealed to his (reportedly vast) audience to be trusting, hopeful and confident in a brighter future, I found myself on the edge of tears. Okay, I am fascinated, to say the least, by this phenomenon!

Let me offer a “lens through which to look” at Glenn Beck – a lens that had me sighing “aha” a day or two ago, and is making more and more sense as I think about it. Beck is a Mormon, a part of the “The Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints.” While in clear alignment with evangelical Christianity, proclaiming God’s love and celebrating Jesus as Savior, an official Mormon website adds that “God continues to speak His words and reveal His truth in our day through a living prophet.” (Mormon.org) The president of the Mormon Church is recognized as a prophet. But “On occasion, prophets may be inspired to foretell the future for the benefit of mankind” (Mormon.org). Is Beck posturing and positioning in the Mormon prophetic tradition?

Usually leaning forward, often cupping his chin in his hands, his eyes fixed on the camera, perhaps misty with weeping, Beck will quietly say something like, “Over the weekend some things began to become clear to me. I will be speaking about it in programs this week.” “Suddenly, it is all starting to make sense.” Is he suggesting that some sort of sacred revelation is touching him? That he is recipient of some divine message? Like a prophet? Just as poignantly, as if tears were authenticating, he offers words of assurance and comfort. “Do not be afraid. All will be well. You will be fine. You can live in trust.” The prophet as pastor? Or he offers clear marching orders, instructions about how and when to gather, carefully crafted values and principles to define and motivate the work. The prophet initiating a prophetic movement?

A prophet is defined, as much as anything, by a followership. One may lay claim to a prophet’s mantle, but only a cadre of the loyal, committed and devoted can birth the prophetic movement. Looks like a movement unarguably in formation. Hmmmmm!

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I’M ON GLENN BECK’S BOOK COVER . . . AND WE TALKED ABOUT IT!

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The line snaked in and out of the stacks in a huge Barnes and Noble bookstore, out the door, and around a large shopping mall block.  They moved forward in a quiet and orderly way, rapt looks on their faces, like priests approaching a blessing from the pope, devotees edging toward a hug from Amma, like monks awaiting a sacred bow from the Dalai Lama.  They cradled a copy of their guru’s recently released book like it was sacred text.  They stood on tiptoe to claim a first photo op, hoisted toddlers on their shoulders, vibrated with excitement as they prepared to stand face to face.  A reverent hush settled as each in turn received their hastily signed copy, the author leaning forward hurriedly for a carefully timed photo.  I must say the whole scene amazed me.

His book is thick and wide, it’s cover bright red, the title blazoned in large letters along the bottom edge, Arguing With Idiots.  The fact I did not have one in hand was easy to spot, and that I carried a different, unfamiliar book did not go unnoticed.  Four . . . three . . . two . . . one.  My turn!  Seeing the haste and precision with which pilgrim was ushered through, I edited my lengthier sentence to a shorter one, and blurted it quickly but forcefully, as I handed him a copy of my book, “Glenn, my name is on the cover of your book.  If anyone wants to practice what the title urges, I’d gladly take a chair to one side so some could ‘argue with a real live idiot’ for a moment.”

I hoped the expression that spilled across his face, one that hinted of surprise and confusion, might include curiosity.  Maybe so.  He pointed me to a staff person standing nearby, who turned out to be rather gracious and, yes, curious.  Having heard my comment to Glenn, his first word was “fascinating.”  He asked that  I say more.  I reported that I listened to the Glenn Beck program several times a week, that I agreed with him about 10% of the time, but disagreed, often vigorously, the other 90%.  Enough to know that I was on the cover of the book, a bone fide “idiot,” though it’s not the name I would choose, nor a name I would ever use to speak of another.  Including Mr. Beck.

He handed me his card and asked that I email him next Wednesday.  Was he sincere?  Or feigning graciousness but, in reality, dismissing?  I’ll write that email next Wednesday.  And nurse my fantasy.  I’d love to have a dialogue, if Glenn Beck is willing (or able) to engage in dialogue with an in-person “idiot.”.  Where, you ask?  When?  Better yet, why?  For now, don’t intrude on my fantasy.  I’ll let you know what happens.

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