“There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day. But there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate, desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried. And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
“Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’ But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented. And besides all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, nor can those from there pass to us.’
“Then he said, ‘I beg you therefore, father, that you would send him to my father’s house, for I have five brothers, that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment.’ Abraham said to him, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.’ And he said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ But he said to him, ‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead.’ ”
– Luke 16:19-31
“I’m praying for you and your father to be reconciled” – A variation of the most common message I get from strange men, sometimes on Twitter, sometimes in my email inbox; my father has never expressed interest in reconciliation with me, nor I with him.
In December of 2019, I filed a legal petition in the state of California to change my name from “M****** E******* Ortberg” to “Daniel M. Lavery”
Although I have placed asterisks following my former first and middle names, you could easily find them in a simple Google search using my current name
Or you could pick up a book I’ve written
Or you could pick up a book my father has written, many of which contain humorous and heart-warming anecdotes about my childhood
One of them involves a humorous and heart-warming anecdote about how I used to run around the house naked
My father has never changed his name
My father is a rich man
There is a great gulf between us
Easter weekend is usually the biggest revenue weekend for evangelical megachurches
Every Easter my father usually becomes a richer man
This is the first Easter since my father stopped speaking to me because I would not countenance his plan to ensure a self-avowed pedophile continued to have unsupervised access to children
My suggestion was that this person seek treatment and stop working with children
My father did not want to hear me
My father did not want to repent
Usually during his Easter sermon my father asks everyone in the congregation to close their eyes, so people who have abruptly come to Jesus on the strength of my father’s Easter sermon might raise their hands in secrecy
Usually I attended church on Easter Sunday as a child
Usually I closed my eyes
Usually I would hear my father count out the people who were raising their hands
Usually only he could see them
Usually his voice as he did so was choked with emotion
Usually his voice as he did so was also conspiratorial
What I mean by conspiratorial is that his tone was reassuring, private, protective: “This is just between you and me”
“There. I see you,” he’d say
“Yes. There. Yes,” he’d say
Sometimes rich people refer to themselves as comfortable
My father is a comfortable man
Sometimes I would sit in the pews with my eyes closed and wonder what would happen if I opened them
I did not open them because I knew my eyes were not supposed to be open
If the eyes which were supposed to be open saw my open eyes, my eyes would get me in trouble
I found my father impossible to persuade
I had no way of knowing for sure whether anyone raised their hands
I still don’t know how many people raised their hands
I knew my father would be angry with me if I opened my eyes
I knew that my father would be angry with me if I interrupted his private agreements
This is the first Easter I have ever spent without speaking to a single member of my family
This is the first Easter since my mother stopped speaking to me because I would not countenance my father’s plan to ensure a self-avowed pedophile continued to have unsupervised access to children
This is the first Easter since my grandmothers stopped speaking to me because I would not countenance my father’s plan to ensure a self-avowed pedophile continued to have unsupervised access to children
This is the first Easter since my sister stopped speaking to me because I would not countenance my father’s plan to ensure a self-avowed pedophile continued to have unsupervised access to children
There is a great gulf fixed
None of them want to pass from there to me
I do not want to pass from here to them
Sometimes when people hear I do not go to church, they will encourage me to come to their church, which they believe is different from other churches
These people generally mean quite well and I want to be polite to them
Sometimes when people hear I do not speak to my father, they will tell me that they hope someday soon I will start talking to my father again
These people’s motivations are often quite obscure to me
I rarely want to be polite to them
I find my own anger useful
I find my own anger unbearable
I find my own anger terrifying
I find my own anger bracing and vivifying
I find my own anger appropriate.
Many churches are not holding in-person Easter services this year.
(No connection to the other Lazarus)
“Abraham’s Bosom” sounds like a wonderful sort of gay bar
Lazar and Dives lyveden diversly,
And divers gerdon hadden they therby.
(Lazar and Dives lived diversely, and diverse rewards had they thereby.)
– The Summoner’s Tale, Chaucer
It’s true that different things happen to different people
It can be dangerous to think of oneself as solely wronged, solely outraged, solely victimized, and solely right
So perhaps the safest parallel to draw between Dives and Lazarus and my father and me is
I spend a lot of time in wonderful gay bars
We live differently
And that’s all.
I love you with all my heart and body and mind and you are better than Dan Levy.
It feels like as time passes you get clearer on why you’re not speaking to your family. So damn proud of you. It reminds me of John Legend saying it wasn’t brave of him to speak out against R Kelly in Muting R Kelly because John doesn’t support a serial child rapist and he believes all the Black women and girls who survived Kelly’s abuse and fuck R Kelly. Time is gonna show that your bravery is right. You’ll be seen as heroic. You already are by all those silent on the sidelines who felt invisible and that they don’t matter. I’m sure having Grace able to articulate the dumb fuckery of your father covering for a pedophile has also helped strengthen your voice. Please know how loved you are. And I fully support you never talking to your family of origin ever again. #TeamDannyForLife 💓