Religious fundamentalism was a hard topic for me to write about – not because it was difficult to think of something to say, but because I had too much to say. I could probably blather on about this topic all night, but instead I’ll try to keep this to a reasonable length and stick to one aspect of religious fundamentalism.
BlogSupergroup (as well as its readership) is pretty stacked with current and former residents of Lake City, FL. However, for those of you who did not have the pleasure of growing up in the LC, let me enlighten you. Lake City is a small town in North Florida, located a little less than an hour south of the Georgia border. For those of you who aren’t personally familiar with Florida, North Florida is nothing like the stereotypical Florida you see on TV. No spring-breakers or wealthy retirees from New York there. North Florida is part of the Deep South, the Bible Belt. (If you have any stereotypes about Georgia or Alabama, they might apply better to Florida than any stereotypes you might have held about Florida itself.) Let’s sum this up by saying that Columbia County (wherein Lake City is located) had no questions about who won the 2000 election; Bush took the county by a landslide.
While I grew up in Lake City, my family was one of the few non-religious families in the area. However, my parents weren’t staunch atheists or anything; in fact, they sent me to a Methodist (I think…) preschool for three years. (Anyone else go to Mrs. Cannon’s?) Mom felt that because Christianity is such a huge part of Western culture, I should at least have a basic understanding of the Bible and Christian teachings. My parents also let me go to church with various friends to a variety of denominations whenever I wanted. They also didn’t seem to mind when I started a cult in our backyard. Unfortunately, most people in Lake City weren’t as open-minded as my parents.
I learned at a young age not to tell people that I didn’t go to church. Even when I was in elementary school, telling my compatriots that I didn’t go to church (or worse, that I didn’t believe in god) was the sort of thing that would earn me shouts of “You’re going to Hell!” (Most commonly pronounced “Yer goin’ ta Hay-ell!”) I spent years lying – giving the name of a church near my home when asked, and fervently hoping that whoever was asking wasn’t actually a member of that congregation!
Now, from what I know about the Bible, there are many good aspects of Christianity. Do unto others, love thy fellow man, learn to forgive, that sort of thing. But unfortunately, in many of the churches in Lake City (although definitely not all) the message of love has been replaced by a message of hate and fear. Hate of those who haven’t been "saved," who who reject (or simply don’t believe in) Jesus Christ. Hate of those who support a woman’s right to choose, those who vote Democratic and those who oppose the war in Iraq. Hate of homosexuals and anyone who supports them. (A little while back, Glenn wrote about his experience stopping at a gas station in Lake City while wearing a pink shirt…) And fear… it seems to me that so many local churches preached that the reason to worship Jesus wasn’t necessarily that he was a great guy, son of god and all that, but that if you didn’t, you would spend all eternity on a slow-roast in the fire and brimstone with the gnashing of teeth and such.
To me, one of the worst examples of this was the Tribulation “hell house” put on by one of the local evangelical churches, the Lake City Church of God, as a Christian alternative to Halloween. I only went to Tribulation once. That year I went to two traditional haunted houses – one located in the Lake City “mall” and one put on (I do believe…) by resident blogger Stephanie and some of her friends. Those two haunted houses (of the sort decried by the Church of God), were simply spooky, campy fun for all. In contrast, Tribulation was unpleasant. I still feel sickened thinking about it. Instead of re-telling what I saw, I’m going to quote this section of ReligiousTolerance.org, which is quite accurate (although as I went to Tribulation in 1997, the events at Columbine and 9/11 had not yet occurred):
A Hell House consists of a group of horrific scenes within a type of haunted house. The customer walks through a sequence of tableaus designed to create terror and revulsion. The last scene is different; it is typically a portrayal of heaven. The visitors are then asked to accept salvation by repenting of their sins and trusting Jesus as Lord and Savior.
BlogSupergroup (as well as its readership) is pretty stacked with current and former residents of Lake City, FL. However, for those of you who did not have the pleasure of growing up in the LC, let me enlighten you. Lake City is a small town in North Florida, located a little less than an hour south of the Georgia border. For those of you who aren’t personally familiar with Florida, North Florida is nothing like the stereotypical Florida you see on TV. No spring-breakers or wealthy retirees from New York there. North Florida is part of the Deep South, the Bible Belt. (If you have any stereotypes about Georgia or Alabama, they might apply better to Florida than any stereotypes you might have held about Florida itself.) Let’s sum this up by saying that Columbia County (wherein Lake City is located) had no questions about who won the 2000 election; Bush took the county by a landslide.
While I grew up in Lake City, my family was one of the few non-religious families in the area. However, my parents weren’t staunch atheists or anything; in fact, they sent me to a Methodist (I think…) preschool for three years. (Anyone else go to Mrs. Cannon’s?) Mom felt that because Christianity is such a huge part of Western culture, I should at least have a basic understanding of the Bible and Christian teachings. My parents also let me go to church with various friends to a variety of denominations whenever I wanted. They also didn’t seem to mind when I started a cult in our backyard. Unfortunately, most people in Lake City weren’t as open-minded as my parents.
I learned at a young age not to tell people that I didn’t go to church. Even when I was in elementary school, telling my compatriots that I didn’t go to church (or worse, that I didn’t believe in god) was the sort of thing that would earn me shouts of “You’re going to Hell!” (Most commonly pronounced “Yer goin’ ta Hay-ell!”) I spent years lying – giving the name of a church near my home when asked, and fervently hoping that whoever was asking wasn’t actually a member of that congregation!
Now, from what I know about the Bible, there are many good aspects of Christianity. Do unto others, love thy fellow man, learn to forgive, that sort of thing. But unfortunately, in many of the churches in Lake City (although definitely not all) the message of love has been replaced by a message of hate and fear. Hate of those who haven’t been "saved," who who reject (or simply don’t believe in) Jesus Christ. Hate of those who support a woman’s right to choose, those who vote Democratic and those who oppose the war in Iraq. Hate of homosexuals and anyone who supports them. (A little while back, Glenn wrote about his experience stopping at a gas station in Lake City while wearing a pink shirt…) And fear… it seems to me that so many local churches preached that the reason to worship Jesus wasn’t necessarily that he was a great guy, son of god and all that, but that if you didn’t, you would spend all eternity on a slow-roast in the fire and brimstone with the gnashing of teeth and such.
To me, one of the worst examples of this was the Tribulation “hell house” put on by one of the local evangelical churches, the Lake City Church of God, as a Christian alternative to Halloween. I only went to Tribulation once. That year I went to two traditional haunted houses – one located in the Lake City “mall” and one put on (I do believe…) by resident blogger Stephanie and some of her friends. Those two haunted houses (of the sort decried by the Church of God), were simply spooky, campy fun for all. In contrast, Tribulation was unpleasant. I still feel sickened thinking about it. Instead of re-telling what I saw, I’m going to quote this section of ReligiousTolerance.org, which is quite accurate (although as I went to Tribulation in 1997, the events at Columbine and 9/11 had not yet occurred):
A Hell House consists of a group of horrific scenes within a type of haunted house. The customer walks through a sequence of tableaus designed to create terror and revulsion. The last scene is different; it is typically a portrayal of heaven. The visitors are then asked to accept salvation by repenting of their sins and trusting Jesus as Lord and Savior.
Hell Houses are a relatively new evangelistic technique used by many hundreds of conservative Christian churches in North America. One intent is to proselytize the unsaved public. Another is to promote certain conservative Christian beliefs:
*that abortions kill human babies;
*that sexual orientation is a matter of choice and can be changed;
*that everyone who is not saved will go to hell when they die (perhaps sooner, if Jesus returns);
*that underground Satanic cults engage in widespread sacrifice of humans.
Some hell houses are disguised to resemble conventional secular haunted houses. The customer only realizes that they have a religious theme after they have bought their ticket and gone part of the way through the scenes.
Typical scenes are:
*A realistic reenactment of the murder of Cassie Bernall, a teenager victim at the Columbine High School in 1999-APR. She was allegedly asked whether she believed in God, answered yes, and was murdered on the spot. The incident never happened. But the story has taken on a life of its own, and is frequently referred to in conservative Christian magazines and radio programs.
*A person being sacrificed during a Satanic ritual.
*Women undergoing very bloody late-term abortions, complete with screaming, lots of blood, and particularly insensitive, uncaring health providers. This scene has been partly abandoned in recent years in favor of a portrayal of guilt and depression arising from Post Abortion Syndrome.
*Gays and lesbians being tortured in hell for all eternity because of their behavior while they were alive on earth.
*The dangers of "dabbling" in the occult and becoming demon possessed.
*Personal tragedies arising from pre-marital sex.
*Disastrous tragedies and loss of life resulting from drunk driving.
*A man has an argument with his wife and is later seduced by his secretary.
*Witches pressuring a depressed teen to murder his fellow students.
*A 9/11 ground zero scene.
The Tribulation hell house I visited in 1997 was incredibly graphic and quite disturbing, involving “sinners” of varying ilks being tortured in an incredible number of ways – and yet people were bringing their children there as a safe, Christian alternative to Halloween. Gone is the Christian ideal of forgiveness, of love for one’s fellow man. Love and forgiveness have been replaced by the need to vilify those who are different and to use fear to coerce all to follow Jesus.
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When I first moved to Lake City, I considered myself a Christian still. Mainly because I went to church in Canada (which wasn't a very religious experience. We mainly talked about current events), and thought Jesus was a cool guy.
But then people started asking what church I went to, and told me I should go to the Tribulation House to see what would happen if I didn't go and worship Jesus in their church. I was like "what's a Tribulation House?" They said it shows how God will torture homosexuals and nonbelievers in Hell, and how the coming revelation will expediate all this.
I thought that was all pretty ridiculous, because I was always taught in church that good people go to heaven, period, regardless of religion, sexual preference, etc. And I also didn't believe this revelation crap. The God I was taught about was a benevolent god, not some flaming sword waving douche captain.
Anyway, I went home and read revelation and became agnostic. End of story. (Well, I was an atheist in high school, but I kind of now feel like it's impossible for man to know the ultimate nature of the universe). Also, I never went to Tribulation House. Also, people always threatened to beat me up whenever I said I was an atheist.
Like once in social studies class we were having a debate on abortion, and when I raised a point that debunked an anti-abortion argument the quarterback of the school (who was usually a pretty cool guy) said "if you say anything else I'll kick your ass." I know abortion and religion aren't intrinsically connected in most places, but they definitely are in Lake City.
I am not religious at all, but having spent the first 20 years of my life as an evangelical christian, allow me to play a bit of devil's advocate and offer a partial explanation.
I grew up believing that members of all other religions were going to hell, even other christian denominations. I was Southern Baptist for a while and then Independent/Fundimental Baptist. I would spend nights crying thinking about all of the people that I cared about (teachers, my brother, friends, etc.) who would spend all of eternity in hell. When I met people at school who didn't go to church, I would tell them they were going to hell and invite them to my church so that they could be saved. I didn't do this out of meanness, I did this out of genuine concern for their soul and eternal wellbeing. I continued doing this until half way through college. I've even tried to convert 2 of the BlogSuperGroup members, I would have tried to convert the other 3 had I known them. When my husband and I started dating, I was very concerned that he was also going to hell and spent a good deal of time praying for him that he would find god.
Once I stopped believing, I went through a period of about 3 years when I was FURIOUS at all christians, especially evangelicals. I was so angry that I had spent my entire life in fear over some great hoax. I got in several screaming matches with preachers in the plaza of my university. I had a conversation with my neice that changed all of that. It was her 10th birthday and I came to LC for a birthday party. She was very sad the whole party, I kept asking her what was wrong and she finally told me that her only birthday wish was that I would get saved so that I wouldn't have to go to hell. I asked her what she thought someone had to do to be saved and when she explained it all to me (the same speech I'd given countless times by her age), I assured her that I had already done all of the things that she said. I quoted bible verses to her to reassure her that my soul was safe.
After that conversation, I remembered the urgency and fear I used to feel and it helped me to understand the fundamental christians. Clearly I do not agree with their beliefs or their tactics. BUT -- If I believed as they do, that billions of people are on their way to eternal fire and darkness and that all they have to do is believe and turn their lives over to god, I would do ANYTHING! If I were chrisitian, I would be an evangelical one. Many of them really do have the best of intentions. Clearly this is not true for all of them (i.e. the "god hates fags" group that protested that funeral).
It is appaling to me that children are raised being afraid for themselves and others, but many of their parents really, truely believe that they are saving their children from an eternity in hell. Are there better ways than fear to change human behavior, of course...and if these parents knew better ways, many of them would use them (some would not).
I still do not understand why people believe the way they do. I mean, I did at one time but I was a child and I believed most things my parents told me. I remember hearing at church about good children who went away to college and became worldly heathens. I thought that was horrible, but ironically that's pretty much what happened to me. I really believe that a lot of this is spurred on by ignorance.
So, that's the flipside.
Melissa
Also, I have a private blog on MySpace titled "Maybe it's not Nature OR Nurture" from April 25 that may shed a little light into the minds of evangelicals. It is about a recent book I received. I do not feel comfortable posting the details of the book in a public forum, but most of you have access to my private blogs on myspace and if you don't, just ask if you are interested.
Melissa
Melissa, I don't remember if you ever did this, but I used to get pretty annoyed whenever we were having prayer circle before a marching band show (when the whole band would join hands and pray to Jesus for a good show, led by a student volunteer or the director), and when I stood outside of the circle people would yank me in. Like what, I would suddenly believe in Jesus if I was physically in contact with everybody?
I also remember once after monday night jazz band I went out to Applebee's with Alex and some of his Baker County friends, and they asked me what church I went to. I was nervous because I didn't know them very well and thought they were going to try to save my soul, so I just said I was a member of the church of Canada. But then Alex made fun of me for that for a long time afterwards.
Melissa - At least you were nice about it. You and all the people who were my friends who wanted to convert me were always very nice and seemed genuinely concerned for my immortal soul... but there were plenty of people who were pretty offensive about it - like if I didn't "get saved" I deserved what I got when the rapture came. And then there was Mr. Atkins who tried to fail me in 2 band classes because of my "unchristian attitude" - Luckily Mrs. Chamberlain told him that unless he had graded assigments showing that I had indeed failed those classes he'd better give me an A. Asshole.
Yeah, for someone who made sure everyone knew what a Good Christian he was, that was a total asshole thing for him to do. Obviously, unchristian people should fail band class, even if they're first/second chair.
I've always found that sort of "activism" very puzzling, mostly because it exposes a vast empathy deficit. Public school is no setting for moral or religious absolutes. I feel like teachers and administrators (and I believe the Constitution backs me up here) have to view all situations with a kind of moral/religious objectivism. I mean, how would Adkins feel if his kids (were they in public school) faced that kind of discrimination from a Muslim, Catholic, or atheist teacher? Obviously that would be unacceptable. He should be able to use that thought exercise to say, "Gee, even though I am a bible-believing Christian and I know I am ultimately right, I really can't inflict my views on these students."
Might does not make right. There has to be an allowance for relativism, or to put it in a smarmy kind of way, fairness. I am constantly shocked that people have no sense of empathy in these situations. "Christians are in the majority, Christians are right, everyone else should accomodate Christians, rather than the other way around."
Even when I was a practicing Christian, the prayer before band competition thing always made me uncomfortable, especially the situations where Adkins did the leading. I had a sense of that being just plain inconsiderate as well as unconstitutional.
I had a coversation about this very thing in recent years. A friend of ours had just started a job teaching band in a nearby county. The end-of-band-camp dinner was sponsored by a local church and the pastor of said church was the parent of one of the drum majors. There was no way for our friend to reject this dinner sponsorship in a courteous way that wouldn't negatively affect his reception in this county as a newcomer. Our friend was troubled by the situation, but he went with it. It was a bad situation to be in.
The church group brought food and served it. That would have been pretty much acceptable, except that the pastor also led the band in prayer. ALSO, they brought little cards with them advertizing their football season parties at the church and explicitly proselytizing ("Learn the ABCs! ACCEPT Christ, BELIEVE in Him, CONFESS your sins!")
Another acquaintance of ours was also at this dinner (in addition to the director and me) and I told her how wrong this thing was. She just could not see the point! She didn't see anything wrong with this at all: any students who didn't want to participate could just SAY SO. Or get up and leave. I tried to explain that it shouldn't be up to kids to object to the behaviour of AUTHORITY figures like pastors, teachers, and drum majors, in such a way that would emphasize how different their beliefs were and make them the target of discrimination, etc. She just would not see my point, which I found disappointing.
I surreptitiously threw the "ABCs" tracts in the trash.
(For CHS Band alumni: a few years back, CHS band camp was held on the grounds of Hopeful Baptist Church. I read the school board regulations and could not find anything that prohibited that explicitly, but IT IS SO WRONG.)
Many small comments,
Glenn - I keep telling you, being an atheist is not necessarily about thinking you KNOW the nature of the universe. For me it's about what I BELIEVE (ironically this is a lot like Christianity. Yes, I realize this. And no, I'm never going to spontaneously switch sides.). I'm not pretentious enough to think I know the nature of the universe, but I BELIEVE there is no God. I also BELIEVE that you never listen to me and that makes you suck big time.
Reading Melissa's comment is a little weird for me because for the first seven or so years of my life I'm pretty sure we went to the same Baptist church. I was very young, tho, and I used to fall asleep on my dad's lap every week when Brother Russell gave his sermon. From the snippets I do remember, I'm pretty sure if I had been older I would now realize how wacked the congregation there was. Even as a child, tho, I remember not buying any of it and when I decided to become "saved" and asked to be baptized, I only did it because my sister had recently done the same thing and I knew I was "supposed" to. Seriously, tho, dinner on the grounds rocked hard. Do you remember that stuff, M? Picture an endless potluck of delectable southern food (Glenn would probably not be able to contain himself, he'd be so excited). If I had stayed longer it's possible the food alone would have sold me on Jesus.
On Mr. Adkins - I personally didn't have too many run-ins with this dude, but I do remember that he married my third grade teacher, who was the biggest bitch I ever encountered anywhere. I hated that woman more than anyone ever, and she was a terrible teacher. Also once she saw Glenn and I kiss in the band hall (and I am talking casual, see you later, peck here, not spectacle.) and she yelled at us saying, "excuse me, I don't think my three year old needs to see that." Yeah, like she was better off seeing the two fat ass Adkins's scarfing down buckets of KFC (which I assume they did often by the looks of them). Bitch.
And finally, Columbia County public schools are all fucking wrapped up with the Christian community there. I remember all kinds of shit from my childhood that would freak me out completely and make me move my family away if my kids went through them....and that's one more reason why I live in "New York" City now and not "Lake" City.
Finally, apologies for the randomness and length of my comments. I'm really bored.
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