By Alexander Carpenter
Hat tip to Julius! I think that this is an especially interesting
interview because it goes beyond the usual attitude towards “bad”
behavior in the Adventist community. When people leave Adventism we
tend to mention a new “sin” in their lives as if to explain why they
left. We often imply: “oh yeah, well they couldn’t handle our high
moral standards. . . .” But as this interview shows, sometimes there are
more than just the skin deep reasons to believe. I was particularly
moved by his description of his affection for PUC and his loneliness
after Glacier View.
From that master of the interlogue, ProgressiveAdventism.com:
Born in 1966 as the third child of Seventh-day Adventist theologian Desmond Ford in Kurri Kurri, New South Wales, Australia, Luke Ford
spent the first 14 years of his life on the campuses of Avondale
College and Pacific Union College—until his father’s dismissal from PUC
stemming from the controversial position he took on the investigative
judgment doctrine. After graduating from Placer High School in Auburn,
California, in 1984, Luke Ford attended Sierra College in Rocklin,
California, and University of California at Los Angeles. While at UCLA,
Ford was deeply influenced by Jewish radio host and lecturer Dennis
Prager which resulted in his conversion to Judaism in 1992. After
struggling to break into acting and mainstream journalism, Ford’s
career took a shocking turn in 1997 when he launched a blog devoted to
reporting on the pornography industry. His controversial style of
reporting quickly earned him the nickname, “Matt Drudge of Porn.” Since
2001, his blogging interest has expanded to larger social, cultural,
political, and religious issues. He has also written four books
including XXX-Communicated: A Rebel Without a Shul, a personal memoir, and A History of X: 100 Years of Sex in Film.
Ford continues to be active online through several websites and blogs.
His official website (which does not contain pornographic content) is LukeFord.net, which includes his unpublished autobiography.
By Alexander Carpenter
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