Showing posts with label Rolling Stone. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Jesus Made Me Puke

Worth reading, a disturbing article in Rolling Stone called Jesus Made Me Puke. Obviously not of the intellectual fervor that New York Times writer David Brooks brings (see his interesting article on The Neural Buddhists), but most of my peers don't read the Times. They read Wired, Paste and a ton of blogs.

This article is not a reflection of modern evangelical Christianity, but is a caricaturization of it, which is even worse, since that is what post-moderns living in a post-Christian society are going to believe is an accurate description of evangelicals. (What?! Surely the Rolling Stone is an objective magazine!) The article is by an atheist posing as a young believer who goes to a "boot camp" with members from John Hagee's church.

Here are some highlights:

In these Southern churches there are few wizened old sages such as one might find among Catholic bishops or Russian startsi. Here your church leader is an athlete, a business dynamo, a champion eater with a bull's belly, outwardly a tireless heterosexual — and if you want to know what a church beginner is supposed to look like, just make it the opposite of that. Show weakness, financial trouble, frustration with the opposite sex, and if you're overweight, be so unhealthily, and in a way that you're ashamed of. The fundamentalist formula is much less a journey from folly to wisdom than it is from weakness to strength. They don't want a near-complete personality that needs fine-tuning — they want a human jellyfish, raw clay they can transform into a vigorous instrument of God.


On church music:

...we would have lengthy, fifteen-to-twenty-minute sessions singing unbearably atonal Christian hymns.



On politics:

Afterward, a frightening thought shot through my head. It occurred to me that over the past decades, any number of our prominent political leaders (from Jimmy Carter to Chuck Colson to W himself) had boasted publicly of their born-again experiences, broadcasting to Middle America an understanding of their personal relationships with God. But whereas once these conversions were humble things — Billy Graham whispering and putting his hand on W's shoulder in Kennebunkport, or even (in the case of Tom DeLay) a flash of recognition while watching a televangelist program — the modern version might very easily be this completely bats*** holy-vomitus/demon-exorcism deal. The thought that any politician could claim this kind of experience and not be immediately disqualified from public service seemed utterly terrifying.



In summary, on the Christian mind & ability to reasoning:

By the end of the weekend I realized how quaint was the mere suggestion that Christians of this type should learn to "be rational" or "set aside your religion" about such things as the Iraq War or other policy matters. Once you've made a journey like this — once you've gone this far — you are beyond suggestible. It's not merely the informational indoctrination, the constant belittling of homosexuals and atheists and Muslims and pacifists, etc., that's the issue. It's that once you've gotten to this place, you've left behind the mental process that a person would need to form an independent opinion about such things. You make this journey precisely to experience the ecstasy of beating to the same big gristly heart with a roomful of like-minded folks. Once you reach that place with them, you're thinking with muscles, not neurons.