As a Christian preacher listening to the controversy over the Rev. Jeremiah A. Wright Jr., it's somewhat gratifying to be reminded that words matter. Those of us who accept this vocation wouldn't have it any other way. We spend hours agonizing over words every week - words written in the Bible, translated from Hebrew and Greek; words that we parse, translate again, memorize, seek to understand, and ultimately shape into a new word in the sermon. But in recent days, as more and more commentators have dismissed Mr. Wright as the "crazy uncle in the attic," my pleasure has turned to anger and dismay.
Don't get me wrong. I do not agree with Mr. Wright's choice of words in the 30 seconds that have been played again and again on national television. I think his claim that our government created the HIV virus to destroy the black community is irresponsible, and "God damn America" is a terrible sound bite anyway you slice it. Had I been a parishioner in his church, I might well have told him so. Moreover, Mr. Wright's recent comment equating attacks on himself with attacks on "the black church" raises disturbing questions about a man who apparently believes his own substantial ego authorizes him to speak for an entity that is more diverse than ever.
