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Monday, February 9, 2015

The Metropolitan Community Church

Rev. Troy Perry, standing in the firebombed remains of his church.

It was one of the strangest full-page ads to ever appear in Variety Magazine.

Readers of the journal’s February 12, 1973 issue saw, sandwiched between stories about box-office receipts and casting calls, a single page, with two columns of text and a mail-in coupon surmounted by a large photograph.  The photograph depicted a stern-looking young minister, clad in black clerical clothes and, with his long sideburns and sculpted dark hair, looking a little like a beefier version of Elvis Presley.  His arms folded, he stood amid the charred wreckage of a church that had been gutted by a major arson fire.

The minister was the Rev. Troy D. Perry, founder and leader of the Metropolitan Community Church – the same sect whose burned-out Los Angeles headquarters was depicted in the photo.  According to the text, the church had been deliberately targeted by arsonists because it served a minority community, in much the same way that Black churches in the South had been bombed and torched during the darkest days of the Civil Rights Movement.  Much like the African-American churches had done, Rev. Perry was asking for support from the majority population against the violence and hatred that were being used to intimidate his flock.
But the Metropolitan Community Church had taken up an even more controversial cause, and served a far less “visible” minority group.  From its founding a few years earlier, the MCC had pursued a primary (but not exclusive) ministry to a population that had been condemned, disparaged, marginalized, imprisoned, tortured and murdered through twenty-five centuries of Judeo-Christian civilization: homosexuals. 

And in early 1973, the violence against the Church and its members was only beginning.

The sight of charred remains, and the smells of ash and accelerant, must have brought back bad memories to the Rev. Troy Perry.  Twenty-one years earlier, his father, Troy Perry Senior, had perished in a fiery car wreck along with a cousin, Clayton.  Perry Senior had been the biggest bootlegger in Florida’s legally-dry Leon County, and when he made the mistake of trying to evade a police pursuit, his car crashed, and ignited two carboys of gasoline he was transporting to his farm. 

His mother eventually remarried, but her new husband turned out to be an abusive drunk who beat Perry and his four younger brothers.  After a friend of his stepfather’s, who was staying with the family, raped Perry, the 12-year-old boy ran away from home, staying with relatives in Georgia and Texas.

Perry’s relatives were Pentecostal Christians, and their emotional, passionate style of worship appealed to the adolescent boy, who had been attending Southern Baptist church and prayer groups since early childhood, especially in the wake of his father’s death.  Although he soon returned home (his mother had wisely divorced the abusive stepfather), and moved with his family to Mobile, Alabama, he carried the evangelical spirit of his country cousins with him, and became a teenaged street preacher.  So great was Perry’s fervor that at sixteen he dropped out of high school and became a paid Pentecostal evangelist, even though he was still technically a Southern Baptist.

Sectarian conflict wasn’t the only inner battle Perry was fighting.  Apart from the rape, he had already logged several same-sex erotic experiences, and was finding himself increasingly attracted to other males.  But late-Fifties Alabama wasn’t the time or the place to come out of the closet, and largely because his Church of God required pastors to be married, Perry started dating the daughter of a Church minister.  Worried and confused about his homosexual feelings, Perry discussed them with his potential father-in-law, but the older Pentecostal preacher just brushed them off, saying that all he needed to do was to marry a good woman.  And sure enough, at eighteen, he married the minister’s daughter, all the while carrying on a secret relationship with a young man in his father-in-law’s congregation, who he later dumped for an older man in Mobile.

Perry and his wife moved to Joliet, Illinois, where he found work, attended a Bible college, and preached at a small Church of God congregation. Things seemed to be going well until one day when a Church overseer called Perry into a private meeting, and confronted him with evidence of his homosexuality.  Perry’s young boyfriend from the Alabama congregation, devastated by losing his lover to both another man and a heterosexual marriage, had informed on him. The nineteen-year-old pastor was excommunicated without an appeal, even though he protested to the overseer that other pastors guilty of heterosexual adultery had been forgiven, and allowed to return to the pulpit.  But the church officials held firm: homosexuality was too grave a sin to be forgiven a Christian pastor, and a first strike put one out of the Church of God.

Although the tenets of his faith were used to humiliate him and destroy his ministry, Perry felt the call to preach more strongly than ever.  He joined the Church of God of Prophecy, a rival Pentecostal sect who welcomed the ex-Church of God minister with open arms, unaware of the reason why their competitors had bounced him from the pulpit. When his employer relocated to Torrance, California, Perry and his family followed, and he found a nearby congregation that accepted him as pastor.

Even though his flock grew and thrived, Troy became disenchanted with the strictures of his church, which forbade cosmetics, jewelry, dances, movies, plays, and other “worldly” pleasures.  His marriage, although it had produced two small sons, was loveless. 

Perhaps realizing that his marriage and ministry were doomed, Perry didn’t try to run from his gayness any more. When he read Donald Webster Corey’s now-classic The Homosexual in America, he realized he would never be “cured” of his inclinations, and he couldn’t live in the closet anymore. Perry “came out” to both his wife and his ecclesiastical superior with predictable results: he was divorced, and excommunicated. 

Perry's autobiography
Freed from both familial and ministerial obligations, the 22-year-old Southern Pentecostal preacher took his first tentative steps into the early-1960s L.A. gay scene.  In his autobiography Don’t Be Afraid Anymore, Perry recounted his maiden visit to a gay bar, where he was terrified that God would strike him dead on the spot for drinking his first beer!

Two years later, Perry was drafted into the U.S. Army.  Although he continually insisted to his superiors he was a homosexual, they took his assertions as a draft-dodging scam, and put him through boot camp and MOS training as a teletype operator.  Stationed in West Germany, Perry discovered a thriving gay underground in the Vietnam-era military; it was his first extended period among men who had accepted their homosexuality and lived with it as best they could.  He also attended local Pentecostal gatherings, although half-heartedly, realizing he could never fully share in their fellowship again.

Discharged from the Army in 1967, Perry returned to Los Angeles.  Rooming with an old friend, he found work, and once again dived into the Southern California gay scene.  In that pre-Stonewall period, Southland gays mostly gathered in small, scattered bars which were under constant siege by undercover police, and rarely stayed in business more than a year.  Vice squads regularly set up entrapments against gays, and ruined lives and careers in the process.  Homosexual men were routinely harassed, beaten, and even murdered by both cops and gangs of thugs.  And all of this was justified by the teachings of the Christian churches, which cited the tales of Sodom and Gomorrah, the laws of Leviticus, and the Epistles of Paul as proof that God reviled homosexuality as an unspeakable abomination.

Finally, in 1968, Perry got pushed too far.  Tony, a friend of Perry’s, was arrested for merely buying him a beer in a gay bar, and threatened with exposure and loss of his job.  Although Perry and some friends rallied to bail Tony out and cheer him up, he remained distraught, especially when Perry suggested he pray for strength and guidance.  A Latino Catholic, Tony had been excommunicated for his homosexuality at fifteen, and couldn’t conceive of a relationship with God outside of a Church.  What church could possibly minister to “dirty queers” such as himself and his friends?

Perry, who himself was recovering from a suicide attempt over a failed relationship, began to pray for a church that would recognize that gays and lesbians were God’s children, and deserving of his love as much as heterosexuals.  “Lord, you called me to preach,” he recounted praying in his autobiography.  “We need a church, not a homosexual church, but a special church that will reach out to the lesbian and gay community.  A church for people in trouble, and for people who just want to be near you.  So, if you want such a church started, and you seem to keep telling me that you do, well then, just let me know when.” 

And a still, small voice said to the gay Pentecostal preacher, “Now.”

For the next two and a half months, Perry prepared to hold the first openly gay-friendly Christian church service in known history.  He spread word among friends and colleagues, and took out an ad in The Advocate, L.A.’s famous gay-oriented newspaper.  He had no church building or meeting space, so he readied the front room of his home as a chapel. (In the ad, Perry gave his home address and phone number as contacts – an unprecedented act of bravery in a subculture that thrived on secrecy and discretion.)  And a sympathetic Congregationalist minister loaned Perry a clerical robe, hymnals, and communion bread.  Perry picked the name “Metropolitan Community Church” for his group.

On the afternoon of October 6, 1968, the Metropolitan Community Church held its first service in Troy Perry’s living room. That day, the erstwhile Pentecostal Perry donned liturgical robes for the first time in his clerical career, knowing that most of the twelve people who attended were disaffected Catholics and Protestants used to garbed pastors and orderly services. He then conducted a service, with prayers and a homily, while his roommate Willie Smith put on an LP of religious music and led the group in hymns.

Reverend Perry’s sermon that first Sunday was titled “Be True to You.” It outlined his threefold vision of the Church’s ministry: 1) Salvation, through the love of Christ, which did not exclude gays; 2) Community, for a sacred family of faithful Christians rejected by the religious Establishment; and 3) Christian Social Action, to fight the oppression and injustice that plagued homosexuals. True to his word, all three aspects of the Church’s purpose would define his mission in the coming years.

After that first meeting, the Church grew rapidly. By the end of 1968, Perry and Smith’s house could no longer contain the growing flock of gay worshippers, and they started renting meeting halls for Sunday services. Most of these arrangements fell apart when the owners realized they were leasing space to a “queer church,” so Willie Smith put together a deal with his employer, the Encore Theater, where the Church was able to use the cinema virtually rent-free for over fourteen months. On Sundays nearly 200 gay men, along with a goodly number of lesbians and heterosexuals, filled the theater’s seats for worship services.

The MCC grew rapidly under Perry's leadership
Perry knew that he and his flock were challenging one of the oldest and most ingrained dogmas in the Christian tradition. Much of the wrath historically directed towards gays by the Christian church was based in Scriptural injunctions that seemed to condemn homosexuality outright. Whatever their other differences on Biblical teachings, virtually every Christian sect taught same-sex relations were a grave sin.

The Bible-literate Perry was aware of the chapters and verses cited by Christians as justifications for condemning gays, and spent much of his ensuing career challenging orthodox interpretations of them. Perry determined that there were a total of 362 admonitions against heterosexual sex in the Bible, as opposed to a mere six against same-sex activity, which seemed to imply that God gave straights’ sexual sins far more attention than gays’. Was the traditional Christian prohibition against homosexuality, he asked, based on ignorance and bigotry rather than on true understanding of the Bible?

Often his critics invoked the story of Sodom and Gomorrah as an example of Biblical injunctions against homosexuality. Perry answered that both Biblical citations (such as Ezekiel 16: 48-50) and modern scholarship implied that hostility to strangers, rather than same-sex relations, was the “sin of Sodom” that brought God’s fiery wrath down upon the “cities of the plain.” Certainly, the mob outside Lot’s door that clamored to molest his angel-guests was far more in the spirit of a prison gang-rape than a gay orgy.

When critics cited verses in Leviticus which called same-sex relations an “abomination,” Perry replied that the Old Testament’s laws also prohibited wearing garments of mixed materials, or eating shellfish or rare meat. Viewed in context, Leviticus and Deuteronomy were rulebooks for the people of the “Old Covenant” – the ancient Hebrews – and Christians had been freed from such numerous and onerous prohibitions through the New Covenant of Jesus and his sacrifice.

Perry would often go on to say that Christ himself never explicitly condemned homosexuality – the sexual sinners he concerned himself with, such as the woman at the well and the woman caught in adultery, were heterosexual. Jesus, he said, spoke against lust, which Perry believed was the sin of using people for sexual gratification, rather than sharing with them the loving communion of sex, straight or otherwise.

As for St. Paul’s seemingly straightforward pronouncements against same-sex relations in Romans, 1 Corinthians and 1 Timothy, Perry maintained that the Apostle’s language was ambiguous, and that he probably meant that sex with male pagan-temple prostitutes, rather than simple homosexuality, was a no-no for the early Christians. Perry also pointed out that Paul peppered the Epistles with all sorts of statements – forbidding women to speak in church, condoning slavery – that may have been acceptable in his time, but had historically been used as justifications for oppression. For Perry, the time had come for Christendom to abandon gay-bashing in the name of God, much as previous generations of progressive Christians had rejected “Bible-justified” slavery, racism and misogyny.

Perry’s revisionist teachings became a major part of what would be known as “Gay Theology.” Much as the “Black Theology” of James H. Cone had placed African-American political struggles in the Christian theological context, identifying an oppressed people with the Hebrews of Exodus and the sacrifice of Christ, so Gay Theology saw in the homosexual experience the sufferings of rejected groups to whom Jesus reached out and healed. Perry believed the Christian ministry was inseparable from political action, and for the next decades he would be one of the Gay Liberation movement’s most visible, articulate and militant figures.

Perry and the MCC made national headlines in December 1970 when he attempted to perform a same-sex wedding at a rented Washington, D.C. Episcopal church. Although he’d officiated at a successful (if not legally binding) homosexual marriage a year earlier in Huntington Park, California, the publicity-seeking Perry was intent on making this provocative statement about gay religious rights in the nation’s capital, using the facilities of American Christianity’s most blue-blooded sect. When the local Bishop got word that one of his parishes was going to be defiled by “perverts,” he locked Perry and his sixteen followers out of the building, leaving them to perform simple nuptials and a communion service in the freezing snow.  Perry then led his little band on an impromptu march to the National Cathedral, just a few blocks away, where with the help of a sympathetic seminarian, they gained admission to the Episcopal edifice. There, Perry stood at the altar and preached a sermon asking for God “to cure the Episcopal bishop of his homophobia,” in front of a Catholic rosary-prayer group and a horde of nonplussed tourists.

An early MCC gay wedding. 
The Metropolitan Community Church grew rapidly in the early Seventies, after the Stonewall riots and the general liberalizing of American society brought countless gay men, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals out of the closet and into a conscious community. Perry traveled incessantly across America planting new MCC congregations and networking with homosexual Christians, impressing both allies and opponents with his energy, charisma and political moxie. By early 1971, the Los Angeles Mother Church itself was well-heeled and -attended enough to purchase a permanent place of worship – an old church building at 22nd and Union, on the edge of the L.A. ghetto. Over a thousand people were invited to its gala opening ceremony in March, and the church received dozens of congratulatory telegrams from public officials, including the arch-conservative, then-Governor Ronald Reagan!

In Perry’s sermons there, as well as those at the many gay and straight Christian groups he visited, the gay reverend preached the concept of radical inclusion. To the MCC, God loved all his children unconditionally, and invited all of them to Communion and community. The MCC admitted its first female minister, the Reverend Freda Smith, in 1972, and committed itself to gender equality and an increased ministry to the lesbian and “woman-identified” communities. Blind and deaf Christians, too often ignored by mainstream denominations, were also made to feel at home at MCC services, and the Church regularly made use of Braille materials and sign-language interpreters. Some congregations even welcomed transsexuals and leather fetishists, then considered controversial in much of the gay world.

The MCC's outreach to transsexuals was controversial even among gays
Because of its inclusionary ethic, as well as the diverse sectarian backgrounds of the attendees, MCC services varied in style and content from flock to flock, and from Sunday to Sunday. A Bible-based, bare-bones Baptist-like gathering might be followed the next week by a High Church Anglican-style communion, and an quiet quasi-Quaker sharing session could happen at the same church that celebrated a smells-n’-bells liturgy cribbed from the Catholic Mass. Perry himself never strayed too far from his Pentecostal and Evangelical roots at his own services, and favored an emotional preaching style and a Christ-centered message of personal salvation through God’s grace.

Despite its ultra-liberal stance in the fields of human sexuality and social action, the MCC always retained a fairly orthodox, Nicene-creed-influenced statement of faith as its primary raison d’etre. To Perry, the MCC was Christian first, and gay-friendly second, although he did allow and approve of such innovations as having handholding couples take communion together, and sermons with humor and references drawn from, and directed to, the homosexual culture. Community-building was an important element as well, and to this day MCC congregations sponsor active social calendars along with their ministries.

One of the MCC’s unorthodox evangelizing tactics was for ministers to visit gay bars on Saturday nights, and witness to receptive gays with smiles, drinks and tracts like this one:

What are you doing tomorrow? Tonight you are having a good time, but will you have a good time tomorrow and all the tomorrows after night? Tonight you might find love, but will that love be with you tomorrow? There is one way to follow that will guarantee love and happiness for all the tomorrows in your life. That way is the way of Christ. His love can give you eternal happiness. Christ loves all men no matter what their race or their sexual inclination. 
As might have been expected, the backlash against the MCC by orthodox religionists was fierce. Some of their opponents were outright thugs and terrorists, and MCC churches across America were picketed, vandalized, and even burned.  Church contingents and floats in Gay Pride gatherings and parades were a favorite target of Fundamentalist protestors, who sometimes physically assaulted MCC ministers and laity at them. A lesbian MCC pastor in Houston had a cross burned on her lawn; live ammunition had been fixed onto its crux, and the woman and her partner were almost killed when the flames set off the cartridges and sent bullets crashing through their windows.

Since the burning of the Mother Church in 1973, seventeen MCC meeting places were torched by persons unknown (three in 1973 alone), and it wasn’t until 1985 that the annual Church General Conference went off without someone calling in a bomb threat.

All these incidents paled in comparison to what happened in New Orleans on June 24, 1973. It was Gay Pride Day in the Crescent City, and the MCC was having a post-parade beer bash in the UpStairs, a French Quarter bar that had until recently served as the local church’s worship spot. Located on the third floor of an old building, the party was in full swing when someone opened the bar’s front door, and an immense fireball roared into the packed room. The backdraft blew out all the electrical lights, and spread flames and smoke all over the room. Patrons panicked in the smoke, fire and chaos, trampling each other, and trying to squeeze through any aperture that led out of the inferno. Investigators later determined that someone had started the fire by pouring accelerant on the building’s stairs, lighting it, and waiting for the flames to burn up to the third floor.

The aftermath of the UpStairs fire.The corpse of MCC Rev. Bill Larson
is visible at the second window from the right, on the second floor. 
Although thirty-two people perished in the fire – the deadliest conflagration in New Orleans history – the press expressed little sympathy. Instead, local papers covering the story made snide insinuations about the UpStairs and its patrons, and published a macabre photo of MCC Rev. Bill Larson’s charred corpse trapped under a metal pipe in one of the UpStairs’ windows. The city and state governments were even worse, with nary a word of condolence for any of victims or their families from elected officials, save for the Police Chief of Detectives, who called the bar a hangout for “thieves” and “queers.”

Incensed, Perry and his associates traveled to New Orleans, demanding compassion for the dead, and respect for the gay community in the wake of the disaster. Although a local Episcopal parish held an impromptu memorial service right after the fire, when the MCC tried to organize a formal day of mourning for the victims, they were barred from every religious building in New Orleans large enough to accommodate the hundreds of mourners who converged on the city.

Ever the adroit publicist, Perry made sure his media contacts were aware of the situation, and how it illustrated that too many Americans treated gay men and lesbians as less than human. He mentioned that several of the bodies from UpStairs were never claimed by victims’ families, too embarrassed to acknowledge that their loved ones had died in a “queer bar.”

By the time the formal day of mourning arrived, the story had been picked up by the national wires, and news crews surrounded the small Methodist church that had consented to host the service. Knowing that mourners would be photographed as soon as they stepped outside the building, Perry informed the assembled flock that the press was waiting outside, and gave attendees the option of exiting out a hidden back door. None took it.

The persecution of, and attendant publicity campaigns and activism by the MCC, prepared it to take a leading role in fighting the larger-scale and legal – but equally dangerous – actions against the gay community. In Florida, Miss America finalist, singer and evangelical Baptist Anita Bryant fought to repeal an anti-gay-discrimination ordinance that had passed in Dade County. When she succeeded, cities such as St. Paul, Minnesota, Wichita, Kansas, and Eugene, Oregon also passed legislation that barred gays and lesbians from teaching in public, parochial and/or private schools.

The groundswell of anti-homosexual activism inspired California State Senator John Briggs to draft an initiative that would have banned not only gays, but also anyone who supported gay rights, from teaching in the state’s schools. Early polls indicated that the now-designated Proposition 6 had an excellent chance of passing when it appeared on the ballot in the very state that had birthed the MCC and housed its Mother Church.

Once again, Perry sprung into action. He kicked off his protest of Proposition 6, Briggs, and the homophobia that fueled them with a sixteen-day public fast in front of Los Angeles’ Federal Building. The Church also helped organize groups and raise funds to defeat the initiative. (Perry noted that since election law mandated that anyone who contributed $50 or more to a political campaign had to be publically identified, the No-on-6 forces were receiving countless checks for $49.99 from closeted gays and their less-than-courageous allies.) Eventually, the MCC and its allies had swayed public opinion enough to soundly defeat the Proposition that November; even future-President Ronald Reagan had editorialized against the measure. Senator Briggs’ career ground to a halt soon afterwards.

Rev. Perry and a clerical cohort at a gay-rights demonstration
The Reverend Perry, on the other hand, was quickly becoming a major political player. In 1975 he had spoken for gay rights at a meeting with then-Georgia Governor Jimmy Carter; two years later, he was invited to President Carter’s inauguration, as well as to a White House meeting regarding the American gay political and cultural scene. Perry later remarked that his appearance on TV emerging from the White House not only helped bring countless gays and lesbians out of the closet, but also finally convinced his socially conservative relatives that if Troy the Homosexual was good enough to meet with the President, he was also good enough to be part of the family.

Two years later, he and lesbian comic Robin Tyler, along with a sizable entourage, traveled to D.C. in an old-fashioned whistle-stop cross-country train tour. At its conclusion, on October 14, 1979 an army of 75,000 people converged on the Capitol in the “National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights.” Several successive rallies in 1987, 1993 and 2000 would be attended by between 300,000 and one million people – awesome shows of strength for a community that just a few years earlier had been a hidden demi-monde in American society.

By the 1980s, Perry and the Church faced its greatest foe yet: the AIDS epidemic, which devastated the gay community, and eventually killed thousands of Church members. Too, homophobia was back under a new rationale: gays were no longer portrayed so much as a moral menace, but as a disease-spreading health threat, victims of their own unnatural and uncontrollable lusts. When radical cult politician Lyndon LaRouche sponsored two California initiatives that would have put the AIDS virus on a list of communicable disease (and probably led to quarantines of HIV-positive people) the Church helped defeat the measures. When Fundamentalist minister and conservative activist Jerry Falwell said that “AIDS is God’s gift to gay people,” Perry excoriated him for his callousness, and debated him in several high-profile TV appearances.

Within the gay world, the MCC became an important provider of pastoral care, and source of spiritual strength, for people suffering from the disease. In 1986 the San Diego Church held a fifty-hour prayer vigil for AIDS victims, and their families and friends, attended by faithful from many Christian and Jewish denominations. Local MCC congregations developed active ministries and healing services for people afflicted with the disease. And Perry and other gay theologians challenged the view that AIDS was God’s punishment for sexual license, noting that nowhere in Scripture did Jesus threaten sinners with disease, and that the virus was nearly unknown among lesbians. (Ironically, female homosexuals became very prominent in the MCC as ministers and caregivers to AIDS-afflicted gay men. As of this writing, a majority of the MCC’s Board of Elders are women.)

Despite – or perhaps because of – the AIDS epidemic’s devastating effects on the gay world, the MCC eventually spread across not only America, but the world. By the 21st Century, the Church called itself The Universal Fellowship of Metropolitan Community Churches, and claimed congregations in 45 U.S. States, along with the District of Columbia and Puerto Rico. Internationally, the MCC could be found in 23 nations, from Nigeria to Romania, and from Malaysia to Uruguay. Although the Church was rejected for membership in the National Council of Churches, it was granted Observer status in the World Council of Churches, further cementing its self-image as a mainstream, liberal Christian denomination with a special ministry to an otherwise-neglected population.

And Perry’s star continued to rise. During the Clinton Administration he was a guest at White House conferences on AIDS and hate crimes, as well as an attendee at a special Presidential breakfast for religious leaders. Perry also wrote two autobiographies, a collection of gay biographies, a book of gay-themed Christian meditations, and contributed to books on gay theology. The 65 year-old reverend retired from Church leadership in 2005, but he continued to speak before religious and political groups, and agitate for gay rights. He also married his longtime lover Phillip Ray De Blieck in a legal Canadian ceremony, and successfully fought the courts to have their status recognized in the State of California (although the nuptials, along with those of over 18,000 other married homosexuals, were ostensibly negated with the passage of California’s anti-gay marriage Proposition 8 in November 2008. Several years later the proposition was ruled unconstitutional.)

Perry’s life and work, as well as the history of the MCC, were the subjects of a 2007 documentary, Call Me Troy. Along with anecdotes and reminiscences about the Church and the rise of gay power and consciousness over the last four decades, the award-winning film featured a surprising revelation by the now grey-haired Reverend: when he wasn’t clad in his clerical collar in church, or sporting an expensive suit at a White House meeting, he was often at the local gay bar in full black-leather fetish garb, partying with gay male sadomasochism enthusiasts.

Rev. Troy Perry today
A proud “bear” (a burly, hirsute homosexual male with earthy tastes unlike those of the stereotypically effete “queen”), Perry told Canadian journalist Shaun Proulx that he was impressed by the “spirituality and the care – especially during AIDS - of leathermen, the owners of leather bars and clubs, just amazing…” The Reverend mentioned that, “Some of the things I’ve seen and witnessed at leather gatherings are akin to reading about the saints filled with rapture of being so involved with God and God’s love,” and viewed the S/M subculture as a powerful spiritual practice in its own right.

In the forty-plus years of the MCC’s existence, Perry saw, and helped direct a massive change in not only social, but religious attitudes towards homosexuals, with many mainstream churches eventually soft-pedaling or even eliminating traditional condemnations of same-sex relationships, and forming “welcoming” programs for non-heterosexual seekers. Yet his Church remained as vibrant and healthy a sect as ever, perhaps because it offered homosexuals and other “sexual minorities” the only major organized religious community where they could follow a Christian path without censure or judgment.

As with the original Christian church of 2,000 years earlier, a meeting of twelve people and their leader had led to a spiritual and social revolution. One can only speculate where the ripples radiating from that simple gathering in a Los Angeles living room will lead in the years to come.




Sources/Links:
The Metropolitan Community Churches (worldwide site)

Call Me Troy. Documentary film by Scott Bloom, 2007.
Perry, Troy, and Swicegood, Thomas. Don't Be Afraid Anymore: The Story of Reverend Troy Perry and the Metropolitan Community Churches. New York: St. Martin's Press, 1992.
Perry, Troy, and Lucas, Charles L. The Lord Is My Shepherd and He Know's I'm Gay. New York: Bantam, 1978

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Universal Life Church

Universal Life Church founder Kirby J. Hensley
at the Church's headquarters in Modesto, California
Modesto, California is probably one of the last places anyone would expect to host a religious revolution.

The smog-shrouded, agrarian Central Valley city, famed mostly as the setting of former resident George Lucas’ movie American Graffiti, and for boasting America’s highest rate of auto thefts, doesn’t exactly lend itself to images of divine revelation or spiritual rebellion. There is no great Castle Church upon whose door a potential Martin Luther could nail a litany of protests. None of the low, brushy hills surrounding the town look as if they could yield ancient golden plates of secret teachings to a would-be Joseph Smith Jr.

Yet this unlikely setting for religious upheaval was the home of an equally implausible spiritual leader, church founder and self-confessed “con man” named Kirby J. Hensley. A balding, jug-eared Appalachian transplant, the unlettered and plain-spoken former Pentecostal preacher created the Universal Life Church – a sect which may have revolutionized the concept of ministry, and religious belief itself, more than any other group in modern Western history.

For the last half-century, the Universal Life Church has granted legal, legitimate ministerial credentials to all who ask, for free. No specific beliefs are required of its clergy – Church ministers profess creeds ranging from fundamentalist Christianity, to neo-Paganism, to outright atheism, to idiosyncratic and unclassifiable faiths. Too, the ULC has helped its ministers establish local parishes under its jurisdictions with zero doctrinal requirements and little oversight, and has granted countless thousands of honorary Doctorates of Divinity and other titles to donors.

At this writing, the ULC has ordained over twenty million people, making it by far the largest sect to emerge from California. It’s also one of the most controversial, largely because the ULC’s free-ordination policy allows anybody to claim a legal ministerial title without training or education, but with its status and perks – including setting up tax-exempt ministries, many of which bear little resemblance to traditional “churches.” This last activity has kept the ULC in the courts for decades, fighting for its status as a legitimate religious group and a tax-exempt organization – a situation that continues to this day.

When the Universal Life Church first appeared in 1962, founder Kirby J. Hensley was already fifty years old, and had logged a rich array of spiritual and secular experience. Born on July 23, 1911 in Low Gap, North Carolina, Hensley and his six siblings were raised in a two-room log cabin. From an early age Hensley was hard-headed and temperamental; he had little patience with school, and dropped out before learning to read and write. At fourteen he ran away from Low Gap, and drifted across Twenties America as a hobo, riding freight trains.

Kirby J. Hensley, circa 1970. 

During this period, Hensley somehow got ordained as a Baptist preacher and took up street-corner evangelizing. But his homiletic style was a bit too wild for the straitlaced denomination – years later, he joked that he preached his first sermon “under the influence of the Spirit – White Lightning”! Hensley found Pentecostalism and its informal, emotive style much more to his liking, and affiliated with the Pentecostal Church of God.

In 1930 Hensley settled in Bakersfield, California, where he married and had two daughters. He worked as a farmer and carpenter, invested in real estate, and built two churches for the Church of God. Around this time, he also hired a woman to read the entire Bible to him, and committed the Good Book to his preliterate memory. From then on, Hensley claimed, he could recite all of the New Testament and much of the Old verbatim. (In later years, he would listen continuously to tape-recorded renditions of the King James Bible.)

When Hensley’s marriage fell apart, he went on a soul-searching journey that ended with a near-fatal car crash, and a visit to a mysterious woman who told him to forget the past, and forge on to a new future. He returned to his childhood home in Low Gap, and met and married Lida Gouge, who would be his wife for the next 48 years. The newlyweds then relocated to Detroit, Michigan.

Although Hensley tried to settle down in his new life, the preaching bug still rode him. One night a Pentecostal pastor and his flock frog-marched Hensley out of a meeting when he preached that the Old Testament heroes and heroines were fallible mortals whose Biblical misadventures could teach much about human nature. Although the pastor later apologized and invited the maverick preacher to join his church, Hensley refused, perhaps sensing that his Gospel wasn’t quite ready for the orthodox-Christian prime time.

Hensley & his wife of 48 years, Lida Gouge

But Hensley wasn’t alone among American Pentecostals. Strange currents were sweeping through the American movement in the 1950s, chief among them the so-called “Latter Rain Revival.” One faction of the Revival emphasized an optimistic eschatological theology called “The Reconciliation and Restitution of All Things”, where universal salvation of humanity and the Kingdom of God would shortly be established on Earth. More radical elements within the movement also promoted allegorical interpretations of Scripture, where Heaven and Hell were seen as states of consciousness rather than actual places, and where “the Second Coming of Christ” was a metaphysical and individualized gnosis, rather than a literal and historic event. Some even explored Eastern spiritual teachings.

Still, none of the heterodox Pentecostals were more radical than Hensley. In 1959 he moved to Modesto, California, built a chapel in his garage, and hung the sign, “Church”, outside it. When curious passersby asked what kind of “church” it was, Hensley would ask them what kind of church they sought, and always answered their specifications with, “Well, you’ve come to the right place.”

Many thought differently when they actually attended his services. In his garage, Hensley preached a down-home, no-punches-pulled form of metaphysical Universalism, often opening his homilies by cursing God, and then proclaiming that the Deity would still love him despite his disrespect. “I wouldn’t serve a God who wouldn’t take a good cussin’ ever’ once in awhile!” he’d chuckle.

But that was just the beginning. In his best Southern Appalachian corn-pone patois, Hensley would ask his flock, “Do you know who God is?” After a short pause, he’d bellow, “I am God! There ain’t no God up there in the sky!” He’d then point to each of the dozen or congregants and yell, “You are God! And you are God!” And then: “Life is God! Your life is God!” Taking aim at the central point of the Christian faith, he thundered, “As for salvation…No one will ever be saved, but no one was ever lost!”

And what of the Resurrection? “Honey forget it – there ain’t gonna be any! There ain’t no dead people in the graveyard. An eternal spirit can’t die. Why, those spirits done come back as me and you!”

Reincarnation, Pantheism, denial of Salvation and Resurrection – it was clear that Hensley had strayed far off the Christian reservation. One ex-Evangelical minister, Lewis Ashmore, caught his act at a fellowship meeting in Visalia, California, and intrigued by Hensley’s radical teachings, teamed up with the heterodox preacher. A writer and lecturer on metaphysical subjects, Ashmore told Hensley that he too was burned out by both mainstream Christianity and the traditional ministry, and that the world needed a new approach to spreading the nonsectarian vision of life and freedom they shared.

Was it possible, they wondered, to found a church that would literally be “a priesthood of all believers,” that would ordain all its members as Ministers, no matter their age, sex, race, creed, education, or station in life? After all, a Baptist sect had ordained Hensley back when he was an illiterate, drunken, teenaged drifter. Surely if he was considered ministerial material by one of Protestantism’s primary denominations, anyone could qualify as a cleric. So Hensley and Ashmore decided to start a new church that would ordain anyone who requested, and allow its ministers to preach the Truth as each of them saw it.

Hensley had taken to calling his ministry the “Life Church,” and Ashmore suggested they add the title “Universal” to stress their radical-inclusion ethic – “everyone can relate to it.” With nothing but the name, the two headed to Sacramento to incorporate the church, only to be told they needed proper incorporation papers. Undaunted, the two photocopied a Baptist church’s California incorporation papers, whited out all references to the Baptists, filled in “Universal Life Church” in the newly-blank spaces, and submitted the results to the State on May 2, 1962. And thus, the Universal Life Church was in business, with Hensley as its Minister of Congregation, President and Chair – titles he held for the rest of his life.

The Church’s first order of business was publicity. Ashmore took out classified ads in FATE, a long-established American digest of metaphysical and occult doings, with the words, “Become a Minister. We will ordain you without question. Without price and for life.” People who answered the call received a document affirming that they were now Ministers of the Universal Life Church, as well as a Church newsletter with this statement on its back page: 


The Universal Life Church has no doctrine or creed of its own, but acts only as a mediator between many varied groups. It does not invoke or bind its fellowshipping ministers in any way. It does advocate the freedom of the individual to believe, express, and teach his own revelation. It is the vision of the Universal Life Church to work toward the unification of the Brotherhood of Man and to bring people everywhere into a spirit of understanding and fellowship. 

Later this doctrine was boiled down to the simplest and vaguest statement of purpose imaginable: 


The Universal Life Church believes only in that which is right…and every person has the right to decide what is right for himself.

Often the Church wouldn’t even bother with this minimalist creed, and merely stated its beliefs could be summed up in three short words: “Do What’s Right.”

When zoning laws nixed his garage chapel, Hensley moved ULC services to a former Baptist church at 601 Third Street in Modesto. There, he preached his idiosyncratic gospel for the next thirty-seven years, along with guest ministers, or anyone who wanted to speak during informal sharing periods. Services would often be accompanied by music, not all of it sacred – Hensley once claimed that two favorite “hymns” at the church were “The Old Grey Mare, She Ain’t What She Used to Be,” and “Yellow Rose of Texas.” 

ULC Ordination certificates, cards, and other ephemera


The Church’s growth was slow but steady during this period. The FATE ad brought in between 150 and 200 new members each month, most of them practitioners of unorthodox spiritual paths who lacked the time, money and/or theological purity to be admitted to traditional divinity schools. By 1969, the ULC had ordained over 15,000 ministers for free, with no questions asked about their beliefs, or lack thereof (one early “celebrity” Hensley ordained was Madalyn Murray O’Hair, the outspoken atheist whose activism got prayer banned from American public schools in 1963.)


Hensley spent most of the Sixties building the ULC ministry infrastructure, and flirting with national politics. Twice he ran for President of the United States under the banner of the Universal Party, a political group that claimed contact with extraterrestrial beings, and advocated world brotherhood and interplanetary peace. Along with these ideas, Hensley’s platform advocated the abolition of the income tax and the Electoral College, and a system of reward incentives for law-abiding that matched the punishments for law-breaking. Although his biography claimed that Hensley obtained three million votes in these campaigns, official records show he finished with a mere 19 votes nationwide in the 1964 Presidential race, and a paltry 142 in the 1968 contest. In 1970 he struck out on his own with the People’s Peace and Prosperity Party, but despite his ambitions to remake America with his ideas, it never got off the ground.

1964 button promoting Hensley as a US Presidential Candidate.
He got nineteen (19) votes nationwide that year.
During this period, Hensley kept his day job as a carpenter, and paid for ULC printing, postage and travel costs out of his own pocket. To raise money and create an organizational structure, he came up with the Church Charter system, where for a filing fee and annual dues, ULC ministers could organize their own local, self-named congregations under the mother church’s corporate authority.

This innovation took the Church into new and potentially troublesome territory. As it was, the mail-order ministry empowered anyone with a postage-stamp to get ordained, and not only claim the title “Minister,” but also discharge the historical duties of the clergy: perform baptisms, weddings and funerals; visit prison inmates; and even get discounts on travel and other costs. If a ULC Minister could find two co-signers, maintain minimal records, and kick over the requisite fees to Modesto, he or she could also establish a local ULC Church, and (in theory) get a tax exemption on any expenditure that could be passed off as church expenses. Soon, hundreds of local ULC branches, representing faiths ranging from Evangelical Christianity to psychedelic-drug cultism, began to appear on the American spiritual landscape, most little more than “house churches” comprised of ULC ministers and a handful of followers.

Hensley also created the Universal Life Church Honorary Doctorate. For a $20 donation, the ULC would grant any of its ministers the title of Doctor of Divinity, allowing the holder to title him/herself “Reverend Doctor,” and use the honorific in any way they saw fit.

By 1969, the mass media started to notice the Universal Life Church’s thousands of mail-order ministers, its little empire of living-room churches, its 20-buck Doctorates, and (most of all) the fiery eccentric who led the sect. When the San Francisco Examiner published a story about the ULC and Hensley, a national news wire picked it up, and the story got reprinted in papers all over the country, including The New York Times. The Wall Street Journal also took notice, and profiled Hensley and the ULC in a front-page human-interest piece. The publicity proved a gold mine for the Church: it now ordained as many as 3,000 ministers every month, and up to $20,000 a day poured into ULC coffers.

Predictably, the sudden influx of members and money brought legal trouble to the mail-order ministry. On San Francisco’s talk-radio KGO, Hensley debated the State Assistant Attorney General on the legality and propriety of ULC ministries, doctorates and affiliate churches. Days later, the Santa Clara County District Attorney charged the ULC with illegally issuing honorary degrees without educational accreditation. Smelling a set-up, Hensley fought back in court, and the matter was eventually resolved in the Church’s favor.

ULC co-founder Lewis Ashmore's biography of Hensley 


To keep the revenue stream flowing during the California troubles, the ULC reincorporated in Arizona, and continued to mail out its $20 honorary doctorates from the Grand Canyon State. When Arizona officials got word of the move, they swore out a warrant for Hensley’s arrest, and then busted him when he visited Phoenix. After a few hours’ in jail, however, the State dropped charges against the Modesto maverick, and the Arizona operation continued unabated.

There was also trouble from the Internal Revenue Service. That most feared of Federal fiduciary agencies hit the ULC for $10,000 in back taxes, and also raided the Modesto headquarters in search of incriminating paperwork. When Hensley traveled to Washington D.C. to complain, tax officials there told him that the ULC was “not a legitimate church,” and therefore not qualified for the religious tax exemption. The cantankerous preacher vowed  vengeance, and began a five-year court battle that concluded in 1974 when a US District Court judge ruled for the Church, and forced the IRS to not only refund the $10k, but also pay court costs.

Hensley was embraced -- sometimes literally --
by many Sixties hippies and counterculturalists

Hensley’s quarrels with the government, as well as his radical ideas and his freedom-seeking message, made the 57 year-old preacher an unlikely hero to the Sixties youth counterculture. On March 20, 1969, the suit-clad, bespectacled, balding Hensley spoke at a Sonoma State College “Rites of Spring” student festival, telling the attendees that, “All we ask of our ministers is that they be themselves. Become what you want and go out and tell the world what you are. The Universal Life Church believes in the reality of people, in individuals, not just numbers….And Heaven…Heaven is when you have what you want, and Hell is when you don’t have it!” 

The undergrads ate it all up, especially when he lifted his hands to the sky and pronounced everyone on the entire Sonoma State campus a Universal Life Church minister. For his efforts, the students strew flowers in Hensley’s path, crowned him with a garland, and pronounced him, “The Modesto Messiah.”

Months later, Hensley performed even bigger mass ordinations at San Francisco State College, as well as at the venerable Stanford University. Behind the novelty of the instant ordinations were practical considerations; the Vietnam War was at its peak, and many young men attempted to get the coveted 4-D ministerial draft exemption with their ULC credentials. Although Hensley had personally intervened for one young ULC minister who’d been called up, and claimed that hundreds of his clergy had gotten out of military service, he cautioned potential conscription-evaders: show the draft board hard evidence that you have a serious, full-time ministry if you want to avoid sloshing through rice paddies for Uncle Sam.

Hensley and the ULC further bolstered their countercultural credentials when they sponsored one of the hippie era’s greatest rock festivals. Up in Moscow, Idaho, “The Church of the Rock”, a ULC group formed by local rock-concert organizers, asked state officials to rent Farragut State Park for a weekend “Church Picnic”. The state initially granted them use of the large lakeside park, but balked when they realized that the “Picnic” would much more resemble the Woodstock Festival than an Evangelical weenie-roast. Perhaps fearing bad PR and Hensley’s litigious reputation, the Governor cited First Amendment protections for religious groups, and gave the gathering a green light, meanwhile putting Idaho State Police and National Guard on call to quell any Altamont-esque atrocities.

ULC Picnic Flyer, with (possibly unauthorized) art by R. Crumb

Held over July 4th weekend in 1971, The Universal Life Church Picnic was the Idaho Panhandle’s first and biggest rock festival. During its three-day duration, over 40,000 attendees listened and danced to two dozen different bands, camped in tents and teepees, drank oceans of cheap beer and sweet wine, distributed and ingested all manner of illegal chemicals, skinny-dipped in Lake Pend Oreille, copulated in the open air, and in general brought Sixties Dionysian hedonism to a backwoods region that had never seen The Woodstock Nation in action. Hensley’s biographer would claim that Santana, Grand Funk Railroad, and Iron Butterfly played the Picnic, although the only “name” act proven to have mounted the homemade stage there was eccentric street-singer and ULC minister Larry “Wild Man” Fischer, who brought down the house with an a cappella rendition of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge over Troubled Water.”

Hensley (center, seated) doles out ministerial credentials to
attendees at the ULC Picnic

At the center of the festivities was the Modesto Messiah himself. Ensconced in a travel-trailer, Hensley handed out free Idaho potatoes to hungry hippies, ordained thousands of new ministers, and even performed nuptials for two young Canadian women in what might have been the first lesbian wedding in modern history. When it was all over, the Picnic boasted zero deaths, virtually no incidents of crime or violence, good feelings from the locals, and cleaner grounds then when the Boy Scouts had used the park for an earlier jamboree. Hensley’s positive views of human freedom, the youth culture, and the Church’s mission to bless human life and gatherings of all kinds, were vindicated.

Part of the ULC Picnic crowd

By the 1970s, the ULC had grown far beyond hippiedom and the American metaphysical/spiritual underground. With ministers now numbering in the millions, the Church counted among its ranks not only ordinary folk following their self-defined calls to ministry, but also such celebrities as Johnny Carson, Betty Ford, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Mae West, and scores of other A-Listers. When Playboy founder/publisher Hugh Hefner interviewed Hensley for a proposed film, the sexagenarian preacher ordained not only Hef, but everyone else on the set.

Hensley also added new titles for the mail-order diplomas. For a seven-dollar donation, a ULC Minister could purchase documents that dubbed the holder a Priest, Bishop, Rabbi, Guru, Prophet, or scores of other religious titles from every imaginable tradition (although even Kirby Hensley didn’t quite have the nerve to grant the title Pope). For another $20, the ULC would grant honorary Doctorates of Divinity, Metaphysics, Religious Humanities, Religious Science, Motivation, Universal Life, or Immortality. And the Church even offered correspondence education, running a paralegal “Common Law Course” as well as a Masters’ Degree in Religion program that was approved by the International Accrediting Organization – which happened to be, conveniently enough, the ULC’s in-house accrediting agency.

Perhaps Hensley’s greatest exposure to a mass audience came on September 26, 1976. That evening, Morley Safer interviewed the Modesto Messiah on the 60 Minutes national news-magazine show. During the segment, Hensley cheerfully called himself “a con man…When I give a fellow an Honorary Doctor of Divinity, it’s just a little piece of paper. And it ain’t worth anything….” He also excoriated organized religion: “I think that they’re all wrong, and that they’re all wet…I think they cause more grief and hell upon this earth than anybody else….” And he discussed the ULC’s tax-exemption controversies with similar aplomb and irreverence, a far more colorful and sympathetic figure than the strait-laced IRS official who countered his claims on camera. Years later, Safer recalled Hensley as “a lovable scoundrel that I think everyone really likes…He was a wonderful character.”

Hensley also got to throw raffish philosophical curveballs on The Donahue Show, where millions of TV viewers saw the iconoclastic minister declare to the host, “Jesus Christ was the worst man who ever lived on this planet, and Richard Nixon was the best.” When the studio audience and the host gasped in shock, Hensley quickly explained: the world wasted 2,000 years waiting for the Messiah, killed him when he appeared, and have since wasted another two millennia anticipating his return; whereas Richard Nixon so perfectly symbolized the human rot and corruption that cried out for a mass revolution in consciousness.

Just days after these broadcasts, the ULC made national headlines again – this time, in the political arena. Residents of the town of Hardenburgh, New York, an impoverished Catskills village whose land was being bought up by untaxed nonprofit organizations, were being dunned to make up the lost revenue. Faced with paying up to two-thirds of their subsistence-level incomes on school, town and county taxes, the town’s farmers, loggers and shopkeepers turned to George McClain, a 41 year-old ULC Bishop from the nearby town of Liberty. In a ceremony at a cocktail lounge, McClain ordained most of the town’s property owners, who then quickly filed for religious tax-exemption with the county. One report said that by 1977, 236 of the town’s 239 property holders had gotten religion with the ULC, saving their homes and land from liens.

This, and other shenanigans by ULC ministers, once again prompted an attack by the IRS. In 1984, the Feds canceled the Church’s tax-exempt status for the years 1978 through 1981, saying that the ULC’s expenditures during that period didn’t qualify as truly “religious” transactions. Eventually the ULC settled with the revenuers for $1.5 million, and sold its portfolio of rental properties to cover the bill. But the IRS wasn’t quite finished yet: they also pulled tax-exempt privileges from about 3,000 ULC local congregations, saying they were “paper churches” that did no active pastoral work.

Along with the blatant tax-dodgers, some of the ULC’s most embarrassing ministers were the ones that walked on all fours. Over the years, various animal lovers and practical jokers have ordained their pet dogs, cats, and other beasts as ULC ministers, proudly displaying Church certificates that designated their Rover and Fluffy as clergy-critters. The ULC officially restricts its ministry to Homo sapiens, but any entity with a “human-sounding” first and last name and a legitimate address can probably obtain credentials, albeit illegitimately. (One ULC-ordained pet, a Miniature Schnauzer by the name of “The Reverend Tyker,” has an Internet-based ministry where he performs “pet weddings” of dubious legal validity.)

In 1991, Hensley turned 80, and produced his Magnum opus: The Holy Bible for the 21st Century.  The product of over sixty years’ of Bible study and theological rumination, the book was based on the preacher’s belief that “not one verse of Scripture…will take you beyond the 20th Century,” and that a new spiritual guidebook was needed for the rapidly-changing modern world.

The ULC's Bible. Like Christian Scripture, it was
assembled from a wide variety of sources.

To that end, Hensley and his ULC associates, like the Council of Nicea had sixteen centuries earlier, compiled a variety of lectures, anecdotes, meditations, epistles, and ephemera into the closest thing the ULC has to an “official” doctrine beyond Do What’s Right. Materials ranged from inspirational writings, to a Genesis exegesis titled “Did Eve Have Sex With an Animal?” to an excerpt from William Gayley Simpson’s White-supremacist tirade, Which Way Western Man? In the main, though, it featured Hensley’s rambling discourses about the Bible, Christianity, God, Jesus and religion in general, all marked with his usual heterodox and even blasphemous takes on the same. Kirby Hensley was not one to waltz gracefully into old age, or embrace a deathbed conversion.

The end for the Modesto Messiah came on March 19, 1999, at 87 years of age. Upon his death, his widow Lida took over leadership of the Church, and held it until her own passing in 2006. Currently, Hensley’s son Andre heads the ULC.

In a 2009 story about the ULC, Modesto Bee reporter Sue Nowicki brought readers up to date on the hometown phenomenon that had made Modesto synonymous with universal ordination. In the piece, Andre Hensley revealed that the ULC’s many court battles had drained its coffers; the man who headed a 20 million-member organization admitted that he lived on a Church salary of $36,000 a year, and couldn’t pay the ULC’s eight employees any more than the minimum wage. Still, the ULC boasted over 15,000 active congregations, many of which had more than 100 members. And it still ordained as many as 10,000 ministers every month.

Many of the new ministers joined the ULC via the Internet. In yet another innovation, the Church became the first organized religious group to ordain its clergy online, accepting applications for the ministry via its official Web site. As always, the credentials were free and for life.

The Modesto ULC's current main Web page

The online ordinations caused yet another round of legal headaches, as both the Church and the government struggled to incorporate new communications technology into the affairs of God and State. In Universal Life Church vs. the State of Utah, the ULC fought the Beehive State over the legality of nuptials performed by an Internet-ordained cleric. The case was ruled in the Church’s favor, as was a similar one in Pennsylvania – the latest in a long line of skirmishes with State governments over whether ULC ministers’ weddings would be recognized in their jurisdictions. (To this day, the ULC provides ministers a guide to the 50 States’ ever-changing legal intricacies concerning weddings.)

The Internet also spurred an organizational disaster that remains unsolved to this day in the Church. As unlikely and ironic as it might seem for such an anarchic, ultra-liberal sect, the ULC experienced two major schisms.

The first breakaway happened in August 2006, when a large, Seattle-based ULC congregation split from the Modesto Mother Church. Known as the Monastery, the congregation was headed by “Brother Martin” (aka George Freeman), who ran a Seattle mission to homosexual youth and other social outcasts that featured disco-dancing ceremonies, “sacramental” booze, baptisms in private hot tubs, and the kind of party-time atmosphere that would have delighted rock-festival veteran Hensley. Eventually the police shut down Brother Martin’s operation, and he claimed persecution, taking his case to both the courts and the media at any opportunity.

Main Web page of "The Monastery", the ULC's Seattle-based faction

When the Monastery left the Modesto ULC, it took along ownership of the ulc.org domain – until then, the first point of Internet contact for the Church. The Seattle faction began to represent itself as THE true heir of Hensley’s legacy, much as every Christian schism in history has justified itself as the custodian of orthodoxy. To this day, Web searches inevitably list the ULC Monastery first on searches for “Universal Life Church” – a situation that’s caused both great confusion for seekers of free ordination, and losses of revenue and membership for the Mother Church. The two factions have continuously traded charges and countercharges online and in the courts, with no chance of an easy solution in sight.


Seattle ULC "Monastery" leader George "Brother Martin" Freeman


The one thing that unites the Modesto and Seattle ULCs is their scorn for a third faction: Michael Cauley’s Universal Life Church. In 2010 Cauley, a moderator with the ULC Ministers Network, was accused of sexually harassing Church members, and carrying on Internet-based vendettas against critics. A Florida-based Evangelical minister with a past every bit as checkered as Hensley’s, Cauley resigned his position that year, and claimed that in 1962 Hensley had deliberately adopted the name of the second-century Christian Church, “The Universal Life Church,” to promulgate his blasphemous doctrines and confuse the faithful. He then formed his own ULC with a ministerial corps restricted to professing Christians. The schismatic minister also claimed to possess something Hensley had never attained: a legitimate Apostolic Succession that allowed him to rightly claim the title of Catholic Bishop, and ordain other Catholic (but not Roman) Bishops and Priests. Like the Monastery, the Florida ULC is active as of this writing.


Bishop Michael Cauley, leader of the ULC's Florida-based Christian schism


Still, for all the schisms and legal troubles, one aspect of the ULC has persisted unchanged to the present day. On any Sunday morning in Modesto, one can still climb the steps of the little church at 601 Third Street, open the door, and join with a dozen-odd others in prayer and fellowship, the same as they have for a half-century.

During each service, the worshippers share Scripture readings, inspirational prose and poems, and songs, while their children play up on the pulpit-free platform. A table at the head of the pews serves as an altar; upon it is always a spray of flowers and a photograph of the Modesto Messiah – the man whose mission to freely ordain millions was as far-reaching as it was controversial, and whose influence on the American spiritual scene will be felt as long as mail-order ministers retain the same First-Amendment protection to practice their faiths as any “legitimate” church or cleric.


Sources/Notes

www.ulc.org (the Modesto/Hensley ULC)
www.themonastery.org (the Seattle "Monastery" faction)
www.ulcnetwork.com (the Floridian Christian ULC faction)
Ashmore, Lewis The Modesto Messiah. Modesto, CA: Universal Press, 1977.
Nowicki, Sue. "Universal Life Goes On." Modesto Bee, 3/6/2009
Melton's Encyclopedia of American Religion - Eighth Edition. Edited by J. Gordon Melton. Detroit: Gale, 2009.
The Holy Bible for the 21st Century. Edited by Kirby J. Hensley. Modesto, CA: ULC Printing Dept, 1991.
Jacobs, Patrick. "'Idaho's Woodstock' at Farragut Not Remembered for the Music." Idaho Spokesman-Review, 3/22/2009.
Eichhorn, Dennis P. The Legend of Wild Man Fischer. Portland, OR: Top Shelf Productions, 2004.