Recently someone said, in a conversation in which I was involved, that understanding evil as entirely a human construct wasn’t working for her.This particular person is rational, with a scientific outlook, and very politically aware.There was a pause among the others in the conversation, almost as if embarrassed.Can anyone admit the existence of evil these days without at least a chaser of irony?I have to admit that I too was caught off-guard, but for different reasons.I guess I have always supposed the struggle of good and evil was obvious.If I hadn’t thought in these terms the last four years in the United States would’ve convinced me.The degenerate depths to which corruption in this country have sunk leave me hard-pressed for any other answer.
With an enabling Republican senate, a president who won a contested election with the help of a foreign nation with clear wishes to destabilize the United States (they succeeded), is now trying to destroy the Post Office so that voting by mail can’t be effective.He does this in the wake of a pandemic for which he personally largely bears the blame.Instead of admitting that he’s unaware of how to fix the mess he’s made, his focus is solely on keeping himself in power.Exposé after exposé has been published, but the desire to hold power has blinded an entire political party to the natural correctives built into the system.What is the use of stacking the judiciary, Mr. McConnell, if the nation you wish to judge falls apart under your watch?What good are federal judges in a nation gone amuck?
A government, any government, that devalues any classes of human beings—be they of different ethnic backgrounds, differently gendered, or in some way disabled—is participating in what simply can’t be chalked up to bad behavior.Well over 150,000 US citizens have died from a pandemic that is still receiving a blind eye by the Grand Old Party.Confused, the sheep of those diabolical feedlot owners think the whole thing is a hoax and refuse to wear masks, making them into a political statement.They will be sacrificed on the altar of retaining power.In the Bible the figure that acted like this was called Molech.Now those who support it are called Evangelicals.My friend in this conversation, I believe, was struggling to come up with a way to understand what she sees happening around her.Although taught that there is no such thing as objective evil, she wonders how to make sense of what’s obvious to anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear.
It is true that I have a fondness for nineteenth-century British novels.Even though they often lack a strong speculative element they tend to be gothic, at least if written by one of the Brontë sisters.I’d only ever read one of George Eliot’s novels before, and that was in ninth grade.Middlemarch has been on my list for many years, but due to its intimidating size I’ve kept putting it off.Now that I’ve read it I feel like I’ve accomplished something.I had no idea what the story was about in advance, and no idea how it ended.Unlike many pieces of literature of its time it hasn’t made a huge impact in pop culture, so this was the opportunity to lose myself for a few months in a world completely unknown.
I’m not foolhardy enough to try to summarize an 800-page novel here, but one aspect that the reader can’t help but notice is the prominence of clergy.And not only prominence, but prestige.In a world built around the solid belief in different classes of individuals, where pride takes a place in marriages that are supposed to be within class, the clergy are minor nobility.Since this is the Church of England the vicars can marry and indeed, one such marriage sets off the tension that lasts throughout the hundreds of pages to come.The clergy of the time were often gentleman scholars—the role that was envisioned for Charles Darwin as a young man.Eliot plays on that idea with some of her preachers being amateur scientists.
The conflict—that now feels inherent—between science and religion has less to do with older forms of Christianity than it has to do with evangelicalism.A relatively new expression of Christianity, evangelicalism set itself against modernity and its science.Quite often today when commentators rail against “religion” it is really evangelicalism that they have in mind.In the world Eliot sketches, she sees no difficulties between a rational view of things and an ecclesiastical one.Clergy are often seen at the whist tables and taking long walks down country lanes.The distinction between them and the average citizen is that they have been to university to study.Today, in mainstream Christianity anyway, clergy are educated at least to the master’s level.They’re no longer among the minor nobility, however.Middlemarch has more than a hint of nostalgia to it, and the clergy roles show that clearly.
Stories of the wealthy never interest me unless they have a mysterious, ageless cousin who’s really a vampire.Unfortunately fantasy can’t save us from the reality of a once great nation that’s now crumbling.As I wrote earlier on this particular book, we already know, at some level, what it says.Mary L. Trump, who alone has courage among her family, exposes quite a lot in Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man.There’s no point in ascribing blame for deeds done.I also fear there’s no hope that justice will ever be served in this case.Dysfunctional families are all too real and all too common.Some of the traits (but none of the money) from Fred Trump’s cruelty were as familiar to me as my own childhood.A powerful, overbearing stepfather riddled with a sense of his own inadequacy, taking it out in his own empire within the walls of his house.The damaged children it leaves behind, each struggling to cope in their own way.
The family Fred Trump raised was bound to become damaged goods.It is to the everlasting shame of the Republican Party that it could come up with no other viable candidate for the highest office in the land.Not so long ago I would’ve written “world,” by that day’s gone past us.Not only did “the party” accept his nomination, it has enabled him, as Mary Trump shows, every step of the way.Knowing that something is deeply wrong—that more people will have to die in this country of Covid-19 than anywhere else, just to stoke one man’s ego—and refusing to act should be a sin in anybody’s book.Who still emerges as his defender?The Evangelical.This mess is so convoluted that it will take historians (presuming anyone survives it) decades to try to unravel it.That’s because nobody in the GOP has any empathy for those already born.Strange form of “Christianity,” that.
This book is a depressing read.Still, I’m glad I did it.Not that it will change much.Those who are psychologically like Trump, incapable of distinguishing truth from fiction, will say it’s all lies.You can always play that card.There are facts, however, and they are recorded.Those who are able to weigh evidence know (and already knew) that a dangerous man had been coddled by a dangerous party that puts self-interest over nation.You know, I think there may be a vampire in this story after all, but I just don’t have the heart to look any further.
One of my favorite Leonard Cohen songs is “Everybody Knows.” On a related note, the best-selling book in America last week was Mary Trump’s Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man.With the publisher citing 900,000 copies sold upon release, it produced numbers that most publishing houses only dream of.I’d preordered it on Amazon but for the first time ever I did not have a copy on the day of release.There were a lot of people ahead of me in this line.That’s even more remarkable than it sounds because we all pretty much know what the book says.We also know that its subtitle is true: we have a very dangerous man (daily rising Covid deaths show this to be true) given free rein by Republican senators.Even adults without high school educations that I talk to know there is something seriously wrong.Indeed, anyone who knows how to fact-check can see it.
A very popular way to deal with inconvenient truths is to posit a conspiracy theory.Evangelicals (now defined as Trump supporters) have long used conspiracies as ways of explaining how facts simply don’t support their views.From the moment “alternative facts” left the lips of the administration in January 2017 I knew we were in deep, deep trouble.Funny thing is, many Evangelicals had to read Orwell in school, like the rest of us.How they could support anyone that had such a long, long track record of criminal cases against him before placing his hand on the Bible and swearing to uphold a constitution he’s been daily dismantling since is anybody’s guess.Daily life, it seems, is now a conspiracy.
One of my favorite Leonard Cohen songs is “Everybody Knows.”The lyrics suggest that whatever it is we want to keep secret everybody, well, knows.That’s what’s so distressing about America’s current decline.Everybody knows that being president is a very difficult position and that it’s only handled adequately by well-trained and smart people who, despite their faults, put country above self.With the election of 2016 it was clear from even before day one that ego was the driving factor behind 45.Americans love their outrageous television personalities and somehow think that appeal on the small screen somehow translates to leadership ability.We’ve learned before that this isn’t true.I haven’t read Mary Trump’s book yet—it just arrived in the mail—but when I do I’m sure I’ll find out what everybody knows.
Moving is a process that really has no end.I suppose if working folks took a few weeks of staycation and really concentrated, getting everything unpacked might be a possibility.Although our move was nearly two years ago it didn’t happen that way, and the self-isolation of the pandemic has led to only more time drains, not fewer.We still have boxes waiting to be unpacked, and, of course, like many people we store memories in boxes.Life is an accumulation of things that aren’t valuable but somehow aren’t disposable either.While putting some things away in my study after work recently I spied something that has been in storage probably since I graduated from college.I stopped and stared at it because even glimpsing it took me back instantly to my childhood.What was it?A devotional card.
The memory it prompted was sad, in a way.We didn’t have much money when I was growing up (some things never change), so what we could afford was inexpensive stuff.My faith, rather than being the optimistic, happy kind of fundamentalism, was rather the fearful, wrath of God kind.I was a scared little boy.Phobias ran deep and wide.I bought cards like this to assure me that things weren’t so bad.This particular card has three reassuring verses from the Bible, all taken out of context, on the back.Seeing the card reminded me of the several others I once had.Our homelife wasn’t peaceful, and I often had to retreat to where I could look at my devotional cards for reassurance.At college I started to grow optimistic only to have my career prove that I was right at the beginning—life is scary and insecure.
I picked up the card.I put it on my desk.My mother had returned it to me, I recalled, when she moved into the trailer park.A box of my stuff had been left at home (unfortunately not the box with all the 1970s baseball cards I had as a kid).And two or three of the devotional cards had been tucked into it.When she gave me the box I didn’t have time to sort through it.The vacation time was all used up by driving all the way there and back, and so it got loaded on the truck with everything else, the flotsam and jetsam of a childhood spent being afraid.This card was only one of several, and if I’m honest I’ll admit that it has reopened a box that may have been left by Pandora.
I suspect many religious people are wondering where God is amid the current pandemic. Theodicy (explaining the suffering of the innocent while defending the goodness of the Divine) has always been the bête noire of monotheistic belief systems.(Polytheism has the advantage of always being able to blame another god.) People have been pointing articles out to me that show the religious implications of a crisis.I’m not at all surprised by the irrationality of the subjects.The first article was an opinion piece in the New York Times.It makes a good case that the religious right paved the way for the COVID-19 contagion in the United States.The religious right is anti-science because they (wrongly) believe the Bible is a science book.Even a small dose of seminary could cure that ill.Katherine Stewart nevertheless makes a strong argument that the survivors of all of this will know whom to blame.Science denial is not the same as authentic religion.
From NASA’s photo library
The other news stories that arise are of evangelical leaders defying government bans or guidance, even when delivered by messiah Trump, to large gatherings.One of the main reasons for this is that said messiah kept saying the coronavirus was nothing to worry about.Only when re-election seemed unlikely with all the uneducated dead did he finally start issuing warnings to avoid such idiotic congregating.In the midst of it all, Jerry Falwell Junior (why did all these evangelists have to propagate?) decided to reopen Liberty University.No doubt confident that God will keep them from any harm, the university officials decided it would be good to gather students from all over the country and put them together in dorms again.If you’ve ever lived in a dorm I’m sure you can see why the decision is anything but wise.
It’s sad that evangelicalism has decided to pander to the uneducated.You can believe in Jesus (many mainstream Christians do) without parking your rationality in the farthest parking spot from the door.Many of us, huddled in our houses, not having seen other living people for days, are trying to isolate this thing and drive it to extinction.Meanwhile, those who trust their own version of the supernatural are doing whatever they can to ensure the virus continues to spread.Why?They have long been taught that science isn’t real.Never mind that their cell phones work and they get the news of open dorms through the internet, the science behind it all is bunk.An entire executive branch administration that doesn’t believe in science is as sure a road to apocalypse as any.
It’s sitting on the table next to my chair and I’m afraid of it.It all started during the Easton Book Festival.I feel sorry for those people who have to stand on the street corner and pass things out for a job.In Manhattan I used to see them being completely ignored by swarms of people passing by.They’re only doing their job.I made a habit of accepting their chits, and even if they didn’t mean anything to me, I felt that the person handing them out might have experienced a small measure of satisfaction that someone accepted what they were offering, and had said “thank you.”In Easton back in October, my wife and I were heading to one of the venues to hear an author talk and a guy was passing out paper, and I accepted one as a matter of habit.
It was a Chick tract.If you’ve been reading this blog a while you’ll have run across the concept before.Jack T. Chick was a cartooning evangelist.He drew hundreds of tracts and comic books that formed a steady diet for me, growing up.Although they looked like cartoons, these intolerant, Fundamentalist tracts were quite often very scary.Especially to the young.More than once I’d spiral into a childhood depression after reading one.Although it seemed simple—say the prayer at the end and you’d be saved—how could you be so sure?The disturbing contents stayed with me long after the sixteen pages were done.Now, as an adult, I was being offered a road back to a childhood I fervently wished to avoid.
I stuck the tract in my pocket and forgot about it.When I got home I emptied my pockets and found it again.Curious, I was tempted to read it.I know, however, that doing so will only drag me back to a memory of younger days when a kind of terror permeated my days.And nights.My theology, which was formed of a mosaic of these tracts (what child really listens to sermons?), was a scary one indeed.It was populated by demons, Catholics, and servants of the Antichrist.Anyone who wasn’t straight and pretty waspish was a threat to my eternal salvation.Is that somewhere I want to go again?The tract sits, unread, on my table.It reminds me of the abuses to which religion might be put.And I’m thinking I might start refusing free handouts on the street once again.
Republicanism, it seems to me, has become its own religion.It started off when the GOP married evangelical Christianity, but the offspring of that unholy union has become a religion all on its own.It certainly doesn’t adhere to classical Republican principles (tariffs?Really?).Nor does it adhere to Evangelical standards (turn the other cheek?Love thy neighbor as thyself?).Like most blendings, this new religion has some elements of each parent and it has no lack of fanatic supporters.The traditional Evangelical, for example, considered the Devil “the father of lies”—one of his biblical titles.The Republican, however, considers pathological lying to be signs of messiahood.There’s a tiny disjunction here, but it proves that what we’ve got is the birth of a new religion.
Books and articles have begun to appear on how Evangelicalism has changed.I don’t believe it’s so much a matter of Evangelicalism evolving as it is Republicanism fulfilling the need for intolerant religion.In every culture there are those who want to go back to the day of Moses and golden calves and stoning those you hate.It’s a little more difficult these days, what with secular laws that protect the rights of others, but the GOP has found a way.My heart goes out to old fashioned Republicans, it really does.Fiscal conservatives have found themselves in church with a bunch of people with whom they agree on very little.They have no choice, for their political party has been sanctified.And the only thing worse than an Evangelical is a bleeding-heart liberal.Next thing you know the Democrats will start quoting the Bible at you.
The lying thing really takes some wrapping my head around, though.I’ve always said nobody believes in a religion they know to be false.This new development challenges that, if it doesn’t challenge the very idea of religion itself.Republicanism is a religion based solidly on bearing false witness.Self-aware of it, even.You can’t tell me that these educated white men don’t know a criminal activity when they see one.That they can’t read, and reason, and trust their intellect (although it takes the back seat to their overwrought emotions).Sound like a religion to you?It sure does to me.It’s been coming a long time, but it took the last three years (the tradition length of Jesus’ ministry, it’s often said) for this to dawn on me.The religion of the lying messiah.I’ve got to wonder what kind of future it’s got.I smell the fires rekindling in the burnt over district and wonder who’s for dinner.
So I try to illustrate each of my posts. I do this because in the days when the internet was young I often found blogs during image searches. I’ve grown more cautious over the years, regarding copyright. I try to stick to the “fair use doctrine”—and that’s what it’s called, a doctrine—or images I “own.” In the latter case it often means searching WordPress for a picture I’ve posted before. Since nobody has time to name all their photos, I use the assigned DSCN or IMG nomenclatures. There aren’t so many that a search won’t turn up an image in my library. Thing is, WordPress likes to anticipate what I’m looking for. What’s more, it “autocorrects” after I’ve begun scrolling through everything. DSCN becomes “disc” in its addled electronic brain, and IMG becomes “OMG.” Naturally, the image you’re seeking can’t be found until you manually correct autocorrect.
OMG has become very common shorthand these days. Growing up evangelical, there was a debate whether “o my God” was swearing or not. Those who like to hedge their eternal bets argued that this was taking the Lord’s name in vain, thereby breaking one of the big ten. This was to be avoided at all costs. Those with a little less fear (or perhaps a bit more courage) argued that “God” wasn’t “the Lord’s name.” God is a generic word and can refer to any deity, except, of course, for the fact that there is only one God. This led straight back to the conundrum. Exegetes tell us that technically this commandment isn’t about saying the deity’s name, but rather it’s a prohibition against using said name when you don’t intend to do what you say you’ll do. In other words, lying.
It’s truly one of the signs that evangelicalism has evolved that the world’s best known liar is unstintingly supported by this camp. When I was a kid, saying, well, OMG, could get your mouth washed out with soap. Lying could lead to other forms of corporal punishment, such as being, in the biblical parlance, smitten. Now it gets you elected to the highest office in the land and supported by all those very people who won’t spell out OMG, even when they’re busy cutting you off in traffic with their Jesus fishes flashing in the sun. When I was a kid presidents would step down rather than go through the humiliation of being shown a liar in the face of the world. Times have changed. And I have no idea how to illustrate such a post as this. What comes up when I search OMG?
Those of us who grew up Evangelical hold an unusual place among our liberal peers.We’re often able to peer around, over, and under that wall that has been built between those who want a faith-based nation and those who want a free one.Angela Denker is a fellow traveler on this road, and her book Red State Christians: Understanding the Voters Who Elected Donald Trump is a useful roadmap.Some of us fall further from the tree than others, but one of Evangelicalism’s more endearing traits, when taken seriously, is the love of those who are different from you.That love is often forgotten in the political rhetoric daily whipped into a froth by an unstable president being used by his party to install agendas that hardly fit the moniker “Christian.”That’s why books like this are so important.
I confess that reading studies such as this make me uncomfortable.Uncomfortable because my Evangelical past haunts me worse than any ghost, but also because Denker is clearly right that basic humanity is being left in the garbage as battle lines are drawn up in what could be a great, diverse nation if a leader were determined to work for unity.I recently wrote about lunar landings.Kennedy was a Catholic who had to work to bring a nation together around a common goal.Instead of tearing the country apart for his personal aggrandizement, he pointed to the moon.Sure, there was a xenophobia concerning the Soviet Union, but at least in this pocket of the world there was a sense that we should work together.When religion entered politics with Richard Nixon and his followers, a deep rift opened up.The two topics you were never to discuss—religion and politics—were now in the same bed.
Red State Christians is an extended road trip on which Denker interviews people who largely fall under the Evangelical umbrella.Some of them are Catholic.Some of them are Hispanic.Some of them are less concerned with social issues, but are hard-working laborers often overlooked by the Democratic Party.The resulting pastiche is one in which Americans are cast not in sharp relief, but rather with the hazy edges that are a far more accurate way of understanding human beings.Many, it becomes clear, elected Trump out of fear, or out of fear of his opponent.These aren’t bad people, but they are people afraid.This wasn’t an easy book to read, but it is an important one.And those who want to work for a future that might include realms beyond the moon might find this work a small step in the right direction.
Sometimes updates don’t help.That’s because evil is so good at masquerading as righteousness that constant vigilance is required.Michelle Goldberg’s Kingdom Coming: The Rise of Christian Nationalism was recommended to me by someone at a local church.I’ve been giving educational talks to help people understand what Evangelicalism is, so I figured I’d better read it.The optimistic epilogue to this otherwise excellent book allowed relief after the 2006 midterm elections.Of course, nobody back then could’ve believed an even less intelligent president than W could ever be put forth by the GOP.That doesn’t mean Kingdom Coming shouldn’t be read.It should.And it should be required reading (aw, gee!Homework?).There have been many studies that have demonstrated repeatedly that Christian Nationalism is highly organized and well funded.Meanwhile intellectuals scoff that religion is dead.
I spent most of the last week in a kind of panic.I have another public talk coming up, and I needed to read Goldberg before that.Yes, it is dated.But yes, we have Trump’s bumbling form of “leadership” with a well funded, highly organized Evangelical subculture calling the shots.Forget the politicians—they’re only interested in money—it’s everyone else who suffers from America’s growing fascism.The fact that the GOP won’t stand up to 45 shows that we’ve already turned the corner toward das Vaterland.Anyone the Republican Party elects from now on could be the new dictator.Christian Nationalism stands behind this as journalists scratch their heads.
Goldberg’s book has likely been shelved because eight years of Obama made it seem like the threat was gone.The problem is, silence works to the benefit of Christian Nationalists.Perhaps the most frightening thing about all of this is that many intellectuals simply don’t take the threat seriously.At the same time I was reading this, I was also reading about Nazi Germany (because I’m such a cheerful guy).The parallels are blatant and entirely too obvious to miss.Christian Nationalism has an agenda and it is fascist in nature.Even obeying the words of Jesus takes second place to the political objective of making America in their own image.This may sound alarmist, but it’s based on solid information.The Devil, they say, is most powerful when people don’t believe in him.Those who would make America into a theocracy would claim to follow the other guy, but looking at their tactics, it’s pretty clear who’s really in charge.
The media is chattering about one of the very many contradictions of evangelicals who support Trump.Since I have a foot in the world of the Bible business, I read with interest how Trump’s tariffs on China will put Bible publishers in a bind.You see, the Good Book is generally sent offshore since printing costs (and technologies) are too expensive to replicate in God’s new chosen nation itself.This lack of divine foresight should be a bit disturbing.The entire evangelical enterprise is based on their reading of Scripture, and the belief that the divine choice of America is behind such momentous events as 45’s election.Maybe we should check our pipes for lead.In any case, Bibles, which are printed cheaply in high volume overseas, are set to become too expensive to give away because of the great pretender’s tariffs.
A few media outlets have picked up this story, including one that noted Trump’s favorite Bible verse is “an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.”The famous lex talionis statement was famously, well, trumped by Jesus who said that the ideal was to turn the other cheek.In a rather Philistine way, evangelicals have sided with a man who says Jesus was wrong.If you want to check up on me in your Bible you’d better get your wallet out.Ironically from a Republican point of view, tariffs are themselves the breaking of the commandment of free trade.Still the party that claims to believe that does nothing to prevent the sale of their souls, cash on the barrelhead.
Many evangelicals may find the idea of Bibles as a business distasteful.It is, however, extremely profitable for those on the supply end of the deal.Bibles are printed at a volume that would make most authors green, and due to its size the Good Book requires specialized paper most of the time.This is so much the case that Bibles not printed on “Bible paper” just don’t feel like sacred writ.Since costs of living in the United States are quite high, and since this kind of specialized printing would be too expensive in this situation, publishers outsource God’s word.Some publishers have been pleading with the government to exclude books from Trump’s tariff so the Good News can continue to spread.The fact is that only one deity, called Mammon in the Bible, runs this enterprise.And to continue to buy Bibles at the evangelical rate will soon be requiring an act of sacrifice.I guess the lex talionis still applies.
There’s a narrative of fear in Christianity that seems to have been absent at the beginning.This is evident when driving the highways of America where you’ll see billboards (which are meant for selling things) advertising the truth of a kind of biblical Fundamentalism.On my recent trip across Pennsylvania this fear stood out in some rather obvious ways.And it doesn’t reflect the Christianity reflected in the Good Book.Stop and think about it: although the persecution of early believers was probably never as widespread as the usual narrative says it was, the writings we have describe facing persecution with joy.Believing that they would be delivered, the oppressed welcomed the opportunity to prove their faith.The Chick tracts I read as a child, however, focused intently on how scary the future persecution would be.Fear, not joy, was the motivation for belief.
As we stopped in a turnpike rest area, we noticed a kiosk of Christian books amid snacks both salty and sweet.The only other reading material available had to do with tourist attractions and finding directions.It was, upon retrospect, odd.Pondering this I recalled the narrative I heard repeatedly in my youth—a time was coming when it would be illegal to be Christian.There would be persecution and the only proper response was a faith borne of fear.This was not a religion of love thy neighbor.No, this was a religion of armed survival based not on turning the other cheek, but on asserting itself with a show of firepower.This kind of weaponized evangelicalism has taken over the narrative of Christianity.Paul of Tarsus, knowing he would likely be executed, wrote of his joy from prison.In the land of plenty we tremble.
The more cynical side of my experience suggests that politicians—who have learned that fear gets them elected—found in this form of Christianity a convenient set of sheep without a shepherd.There’s fear in these billboards.Fear that another religion may take over.Or that secularism may make cherished beliefs illegal.This isn’t cause for celebration, as the sermon on the mount proclaims it should be, but rather a call to arms.In this country we have more than enough.Among those left out, however, this fear grows just as rapidly as among those who fear they may lose the abundance they have.They try to convert the weary traveler whose eye is drawn to the billboard.And even those who stop for a drink of cold water which, the Bible suggests, should be freely given.
Did you ever have one of those label makers? The kind with a rotating wheel that embossed a plastic ribbon with letters that you could stick to things? Labeling is so easy! I often feel constrained, however, by the chosen labels of extremist groups.Not all evangelicals are power-hungry or enemies of human welfare.This is perhaps one of the keys to the success of extremists.Camouflage has long been recognized by evolution as a most effective tactic.I have many evangelical friends who do not protest cartoons, or ride around in Trump-laden vehicles, polluting the environment like there’s no tomorrow.The problem is what to call them since the more radical wing has usurped their nomenclature.I often think of this because I eschew labels in general, but people in a collective can do quite a bit more damage than a single disgruntled individual.Perhaps “disgruntled” should be part of their name?
Religions generally begin as efforts to help make the world a better place.The historian of religions sees, however, that over time many believers begin seeing the peripherals as the central tenets of the faith.Since I’m familiar with evangelicalism, let me use that as an example.As a form of Christianity, evangelicalism began with the Reformation.Pietist groups, freed from Catholicism’s idea of communal salvation, began to worry about their individual souls and howthey might be saved.Their belief structure eventually came to include the necessity of converting others because, if you read the Bible a certain way, that’s a requirement.Over time this outlookevolved into the idea that only one group (one’s own) has truly understood the Christian message.Once numbers grow numerous, it becomes like the medieval Catholic Church—large enough to take political power.Somewhere along the line the central message of helping make the world a better place morphs into making the world evangelical only.Or whatever label we feel constrained to use.
labels are problematic
I’m not picking on the evangelicals here—this could apply to any extremists.And it certainly doesn’t apply to all evangelicals.Religion has been part of human culture from the very beginning.A good case can be made that it is one of the basic components of consciousness itself.A person has to learn how to become unreligious.We are also political animals.Who doesn’t want things their own way?We can’t all win, however, and some religions have difficulty separating, say, a savior willing to die for others and the insistence on one’s own way no matter what others want.Like most aspects of life this is a balancing act.I grew up evangelical.I have friends who are evangelical.I don’t want to insult anybody, but what can you do when you feel disgruntled by the degradation of religion into an excuse for hate?I lost my label maker long ago and I no longer know what to call things anyway.
There can be no doubt that under Trump conservative Christians have been flexing their muscles.Few things corrupt so readily as political power, and evangelicalism—already an unrealistic way of looking at things—is itching to throw punches.A story on For Reading Addicts that my wife sent to me bear the title “DC Comics cancel latest comic after backlash from conservative Christians.”The piece by Rowan Jones notes that Second Coming was cancelled due to pressure from evangelicals with the cultural sensitivity of the Kouachi treatment of Charlie Hebdo.Cartoons, it seems, are a real threat to true believers in a way that reason is not.Jones notes that the comic was actually largely supportive of Christian values, but like an evangelical Brexit the reaction was taken without understanding the issue.
The anger of conservative religions—it hardly matters whether they are Christian, Muslim, or Aum Shinrikyo—often plays itself out in displays of violence.I wonder if part of this insecurity comes from the fact that the expectations of their faith don’t work out they way they’ve been led to believe they will.The myth of the blessed existence of the true believer is given the lie by life in a secular world.While the evangelicals support Trump, 45’s tax plan takes money from their pockets and hand it to the ultra-wealthy.This raises no objections, but a cartoon showing Jesus helping the poor?—now that’s offensive!And still no second coming takes place.It’s difficult to retain a fantasy view in the face of cold reality.
Who doesn’t like a hero?
Religious beliefs are a deeply personal matter.It is a dicey business to try to get someone to change their outlook when they’ve been convinced that the consequences are eternal.Although vaguely aware of other religions all along, Christianity in the “new world” was taken quite by storm at the 1893 World’s Parliament of Religions in Chicago.Suddenly it was clear that other moral, decent religions had developed similar ethics to what had largely been supposed to have been Christian innovations.It’s difficult to feel superior when others in the same room seem just as intent on improving the lot of humankind as you do.Even when a particular religion holds all the political power of a nation it’s overly sensitive to cartoons.This is a curious situation indeed.I’m not a comic book reader—I don’t even have time for internet articles unless someone sends them to me with the suggestion that they’re worth my time.And I, for one, think a little more humor might just make the world a better place. Either that or we need a hero.