Africa Reflections: Vuvuzelas
This is the second in a series of four reflections on my time in Africa:
I have to admit it, I was somewhat surprised to see how much attention the World Cup was getting when I made it back to the States. While it wasn't quite at the same levels as what I witnessed in South Africa, and really, how could it be, the amount of merchandising and media coverage surrounding the event surprised me. But what takes the cake, at least in my mind, is the amount of television coverage the games have been getting, something I never thought I'd see because soccer does the most unAmerican of things ... it doesn't allow for frequent commercial timeouts.
However given all the coverage, one thing that doesn't surprise me is the general response to the vuvuzelas, also known as the freakishly annoying horns that buzz incessantly during every match. You see, for most of the last month that we were in Pretoria, the vuvuzelas were just as much a part of the World Cup build up as they are the event itself. For the first few nights, I felt like I needed to hide as I slept to avoid being stung to death by impending attack from the killer bees, but as the month wore on, and now for the games themselves, it's become more of a background annoyance, sort of like a dull headache that just won't go away.
Now, matter how you view the constant buzzing, it's interesting to note how the lips behind the horns view themselves. For those armed with vuvuzelas and blowing as if their life depended on it, the horn isn't an annoyance, rather, it's their way of participating in the game ... it's part of what it means to be a fan. This strikes me as interesting, because the exact same action is perceived two entirely different ways, depending on who you are, and in one case, it's an important part of your identity as a fan, while on the other side, it's foundation to people's rejection of you.
As I see it, this parallels an incident that happened about a year ago on the streets of downtown Denver. A fully legal Christian unity even called the Marcha de Gloria took place in a section of downtown where parades, fairs, and other such events typically happen. While I learned the details of what happened at the event the next day on denverpost.com, I'd gone looking to find out what was happening because of the posts that showed up in my Twitter stream during the event itself, posts that complained about Christians shutting down the streets and creating traffic problems. So, while the Christians marched, sang, and other otherwise celebrated their faith (you know, blew their vuvuzelas), what the world around them heard was a long, annoying, buzzing drone that said, "We don't respect your time."
In some of the discussions that followed, my family and friends had reactions that fell into one of two basic camps. One one side you had those who defended the Christian's constitutional right to gather, march, and do all of the things they did. It's their right, as Americans, to blow their vuvuzelas, after all, just a few weeks earlier, one of the largest gay Pridefest gatherings in the nation took place on the same grounds, blocked off the same streets, and blew their vuvuzelas just as loud (actually, during the four years I lived five blocks from where these events happen, I can say that Pridefest tends to be the event where they're blown the loudest), so it's only fair that a Christian gathering receive the same time and consideration.
Then there was the other side, which also happens to be were I reside. Now, I don't disagree that in the United States, Christians have just as much of a constitutional right to gather, march, sing or blow their vuvuzelas, however, I don't see that as being the main issue at hand, because I don't believe Christians should ever base on argument for their actions, be it the Marcha de Gloria or anything else, on their constitutional rights. I hold this position for two reasons, one theological and the second contextual.
First, my theological argument. The simple point is that, for Christians, our lives are no longer about our rights, rather, the Apostle Paul describes us as slaves to Christ, or, as Luther said in the second half of his summary of the Christian life, "A Christian is a perfectly dutiful servant of all, subject to all" (On the Freedom of a Christian). So, rather than asking if it's our right to do something, Christians should be asking, "Does this love and serve my neighbor, or will I just be annoying people with the buzz of my vuvuzela?"
Second, at least in the United States, Christians are not historically some fringe group that's been marginalized, rather, Christianity has always held a significant role in American public life, a role that's even greater if you argue America to be a Christian nation (read my thoughts on this here). Certainly Christianity is loosing the foothold that it once held, but this is a largely conscious decision by the broader culture. In other words, people are saying, "Christianity had it's time, we don't like what we're seeing, so let's try something else." As a result, when Christians press for their rights, they come across like the once popular girl in high school who took her social status for granted, lost her popularity, and is now begging for attention and insisting that she be made Prom Queen ... to jump analogies, what's heard is the annoying sound of never-ending vuvuzelas.
Now, some might read this and hear me saying, "We should just conform to the culture around us not allow our beliefs to cause offense." But that isn't my argument at all, but I'll expand upon that next week when reflecting on laundry.