Corn is King

For those who no longer believe in Hell, the DMV can serve a very useful function. Actually, the Department of Motor Vehicles is truly the great leveler of society—just about everyone has to cross its threshold, it is just that they all try to do it at the same time. Waiting in lines has always been a problem for me. It’s not that I think my time is more important than anybody else’s, it’s just that I have so much to do without standing in endless lines. Especially since work keeps me away from useful pursuits for over eleven hours out of every twenty-four, weekends seem somehow too sacred to be spent at the DMV. But the Devil must be paid his due. When paying the Devil, I take along Stephen King to pass the time. So it was over the weekend that I found myself reading “Children of the Corn.”

Of course, like most horror movie fans, I have seen the movie a time or two. I’d never read the story before. This is one of the King tales based most directly on religion gone wrong; the children, as any reader/watcher knows, have distorted Christianity into a midwestern corn-god religion. It may seem unlikely to urban folk, but I have stood next to corn stalks that have towered high above my head, ominously silent like triffids on a sunny Wisconsin afternoon. It can be unnerving. Almost a religious experience. But turning back to King, the story differs from the movie, of course, and what the written version makes clear is that the children distort the New Testament, but leave the Old Testament intact. King, like many horror writers, is biblically literate. Yet, this picture of Old Testament god versus New Testament god is stereotypical and a little misguided. The god of Christianity is a deity of many moods. The wrath in Revelation, or even some of Jesus’ sermons, however, stems directly from Yahweh’s darker moments.

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How do we know what is demanded by this mercurial deity? The theological ethicists argue over this daily, but nowhere in the Bible does God have a problem with people treating each other as they would want to be treated. Some of the punishments for minor infractions seem a bit severe—or very severe—but the basic principle, given the Weltanschuung in which it operates, need not cause undue fear. Women, homosexuals, gentiles, Jews, anybody reading parts of the Bible will no doubt be offended by the details. As the saying goes, the Devil is in the details. And that’s why I’m spending my entire Saturday morning at the DMV.

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  1. Lot wanted to toss his own daughters to a vicious mob to save his own butt, and somehow God was moved to save him. Sad to think there were two entires cities full of people God thought were worse than that. Can’t imagine what His standards must be, but I’m thinking most of us don’t have much to worry about. Except for the DMV, that is. We all have to worry about the DMV.

    Our DMV used to be in a beautiful historic building. It was well-organized and efficient with no waits over fifteen minutes. Apparently the DMV Powers-That-Be noticed. It is now in the back room of what looks like a rent-by-hour hotel. The marble floors are replaced with the kind of faintly-gray linoleum that never looks clean no matter how hard you scrub. I expect to see the blood trailings of meth junkies spattering the walls. And the line? They don’t even take people in order anymore. Each clerk is assigned a specific duty, and they each have their own line. That means you can get there at 7:15 in the morning, wait at position five in line in snow and ice for 45 minutes, and still wait another 45 minutes in a hard plastic chair with a big screen TV flashing advertisements while the next fifteen people who stood in line behind you go ahead of you. H. E. L. L.

    New Mexico does it right. They have made the DMV a private industry. Albuquerque has privatized DMV outlets across the city that can handle all of the functions of the DMV with a fraction of the hassle. Perhaps outsourcing our government bureaucracies will be the wave of the future, and we can get on with life.

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