When I was a conservative Evangelical Christian, I went along with
the party line (on any number of issues) because I was constantly given a
very warped picture of the world. It was inculcated in me that the "other"--be they liberals or
Democrats or academics or people from other cultures or people who
practiced different religions or people who were in other ways
different--were hopelessly (and Satanically)
misguided at best and intentionally nefarious at worst. Thus, there was
a constant undercurrent of fear and paranoia and defensiveness about
living in the world surrounded by those misguided and/or wicked
liberals/Democrats/gays/professors/abortionists/Muslims/Buddhists/Mormons/Wiccans/foreigners/feminists/scientists/secular
humanists, etc., etc. I recall being in a Christian rock band and we
sang a song with a chorus that went "Foolish hearts, blackened foolish
hearts, are destined to die." Yikes.
In our fundamentalist
culture, the turning was always inward, always exclusionary (while we
simultaneously spoke and sang about how Jesus loves everyone--except, I
guess, for those foolish blackened hearts destined to die, which meant
pretty much everyone who didn't believe as we did). The solution was to get everyone to believe the way we believed or, failing that, to at least get them to behave the way we thought they should behave. That was the criteria of any outreach (I recall, a few years ago, I mentioned on Facebook that I was going to hear a Muslim Imam give a speech at a church on the topic of Muslim-Christian dialogue, and an old friend from my fundamentalist days responded by asking if I was going in order to try to convert the Imam--and if I wasn't going to attempt to convert him then I had no business going).
The thing we were
conditioned to fear most was turning outward toward openness and
inclusivity. Acceptance of "the other" (without condition) and learning
to listen to and appreciate the viewpoints and experiences of "the
other" were considered dangerous propositions because doing so would
weaken the walls of our fundamentalist ghetto and dilute our scrupulous
doctrinal purity. We had to be vigilant about not allowing "sin in the
camp." The senior pastor of a megachurch I attended for several years
referred to seminary (in other words, rigorous theological education) as
"cemetery" (meaning that learning too much would kill our
fundamentalist faith). The prioritization of purity and separateness
took precedence over empathy and compassion--although we couldn't see it
(which, I now suspect, is why Jesus called the Pharisees "blind").
I've been out of that conservative, fundamentalist, Evangelical
Christian bubble for a number of years now, but current events cause me
to reflect. If I were still ensconced in that environment, I would probably be a Fox
News and conservative talk radio devotee. I would, quite possibly,
support Donald Trump (in part out of hope that he would appoint
conservative Supreme Court justices who could roll-back Roe v. Wade and
gay marriage). I would more readily imbibe conspiracy theories and the sketchy claims of flim-flam men. I would tend toward inwardly-focused
protectionist/isolationist ideologies and policies. I would see the
larger world as filled with scary ideas and scary people intent on
destroying my godly and "right" little world--a world in which the lines
were clear and the explanations were simple.
A couple of years
ago my wife and I were on vacation and were doing a little shopping in a
neat little "old town" area. We came upon a store selling Buddhist,
Hindu and "metaphysical" goods. We went inside and had an enjoyable
browse. The proprietor behind the cash register, it turned out, was a
recent immigrant from Tibet. We had a lovely chat, including some talk
about spiritual things. But the thought never crossed our minds to try
to convert him, nor--apparently--he to convert us. It was genuinely
interesting to hear his perspective and he appeared equally interested
to hear ours. As we left the store, my wife remarked to me, "You know,
for so many years, I would have been afraid to go into a store like that
or to have an agendaless conversation with a person like that. It's
nice to be free."
it is nice to be free. thanks for your post.
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