In my various spiritual journeys, the depression that dared not speak its name was the one I felt in the most intensely "spiritual" churches - the ones where God the Father (the authoritative aspects of faith) and God the Son (redemption and forgiveness) took a backseat to God the Holy Spirit. Churches that treated faith, it seemed, as a glorified seance, treating the faithful as a group of mediums for channeling the spirit of God.
While I respect that view of faith (as I do most - there's a part in me that's always felt a little uneasy around...not the Spirit of God, but people who focus on it to the seeming exclusion of all else in faith.
Its nadir was when I attended a service where my ex-nephew-in-law was giving his first sermon at a (redacted) congregation in the west 'burbs. The sermon, essentially, accused everyone who didn't speak...nay, orate magnificently in tongues of being just not quite Christian enough. Then, the main minister started his spiel, and the whole congregation started chattering away in tongues, racing for the front of the church and piling onto a rugby scrum of hand-laying - leaving my ex, the kids and I back in the pews.
To me, though, the tongue-speaking seemed anxious, almost panicky; "The minister just said that if the Spirit isnt' coursing through you, you got a problem; I'd better get things going here!", or so it seemed.
All in all, profoundly depressing - and something I couldn't really talk about much.
So I'm glad someone else does. Via Katie's Beer (an excellent MOB blog), I found The Internet Monk, who had the same experience only, as a former minister, moreso:
Want to make me feel bad? Sure you do.Read the whole thing. Posted by Mitch at September 29, 2006 05:31 AM | TrackBackHere’s how you do it. Drop me back into my revivalistic roots and leave me there for an hour. I’ll feel bad. And I’ll feel bad about feeling bad. The guilt levels will rise. Aisle walking tendencies, long dormant, will reappear. Misery about all my failures as a minister and as a Christian will soon overwhelm me. I won’t kick the dog, but I may look like the dog that was kicked.
Why? It’s hard to say, except that revivalism is a huge part of me from days when I had little choice about what I was hearing, seeing and experiencing as a Christian. There are aspects of my basic mental framework around the idea of God, what he asks of me and how I relate to him that are going to be forever trapped in a Baptist revival meeting and in the rhetoric of revivalism.
Revivalism, in my life, is a version of Christianity that continually stresses my own failure- and our corporate failure- to adequately submit to God, surrender to God, serve God or pray to God. It is this failure that accounts for the deadness of churches, a lack of “victorious living,” and, of course, the failure of millions to come to Christ in a spiritual awakening/revival movement.
Revivalism seeks to remedy this by emotional appeals: emotionally manipulative preaching and music. Spiritual warfare scenarios. The constant creation of “breakthroughs” that are dependent upon my response, especially in church and in the public invitation.
Revivalistic evangelism sends this guilt-ridden, emotionally manipulated Christian out- hopefully in a state of being “on fire”- to confront the lost with the claims of Christianity, heavily-laced with guilt and emotionalism designed to get “decisions” from the lost. Those who are adept at this- and all true Christians should aspire to be so- are “soul winners” whose hands are clean of the blood of the lost around them.
Revival evangelism; revival appeals to Christians for surrender; revivalistic invitationalism: get me near it, and it’s still there in me and with me.
And I hate it. I really, really hate it. When I am forced to go to events that are part of the world of Southern Baptist revivalism, I’m torn up inside. My mind is overrun with thoughts that God wants me to relate to him in revivalistic ways. And, of course, for the past almost 20 years, I’ve been on a journey away from this, and I believe I am finding a home beyond revivalism and the manipulations of my childhood and youth.
What parts of reformation Christianity, post-evangelicalism and my current faith journey are helping me find the Good News of Jesus beyond revivalism?
I’m greatly assured by the fact that God is sovereign, and is unfolding a redemptive plan for all of history.
I rejoice that I am part of this plan, both as a sinner and as a follower of Jesus.
I praise the Lord that his invitation to me is from Jesus, through the Holy Spirit and in the Gospel.
I am greatly confident that my prayers, while being part of God’s plan, are not the cause of success or failure in the cause of Christ.
Let us worship the one who can do, does and will do far more than we could ever ask or think!
Let us rejoice that the invitation to pray to the Lord is a joyful, not an oppressive invitation.
Thanks for posting this Mitch. We have this situation in our family. My husband and I "were saved" at a revival-type series of meetings. It was the best thing that ever happened to us (two hippies that got high and drank too much with a little girl who depended on us to be grown-ups). We not only grew up, we let Jesus guide us on and He has. Although at that time, we were in the midst of Pentecostal-type preaching, we soon found it didn't feed us in the long run. Good, solid sermons, calm reflection, etc. was what we wanted in a church. We now attend a Baptist church and it's a happy combination of just that with a teeeny dose of "livelieness" thrown in (some people raise their hands when we sing-that's about as crazy as it gets!). There may be laying on of hands in special situations (a young man sent off to Iraq-we prayed for his safety and his parent's peace-of-mind), but never any speaking in tongues or "slaying in the spirit"-thank GOD. My mother, however, attends a full-blown charismatic church and you can't get any of us there with a ten foot pole. I do believe it's scriptural, and there is room in the world of Christianity for all types of worship, but the speaking in tongues thing and the extreme emotionalism of it just plain creeps me out. It's kind of like a drug, I think. People attend that church for help in their lives (it's fantastic at reaching out to the lowest and most down-and-out). And they are sincere, loving people. But to me tongues should be reserved for privacy-it's almost like showing off and it's truly off-putting to outsiders. I think many people do it because they don't want the others to think they aren't really saved or something. I can just see you and your family sitting there in the pew! Been there and done that as well-eyes big and face incredulous! Well, it takes all kinds....
This part of the Internet Monk's post I really liked:
"Revivalism, in my life, is a version of Christianity that continually stresses my own failure- and our corporate failure- to adequately submit to God, surrender to God, serve God or pray to God. It is this failure that accounts for the deadness of churches, a lack of “victorious living,” and, of course, the failure of millions to "be saved" in a spiritual awakening/revival movement."
Boy, ain't it the truth. There's a constant drumbeat on how we constantly fail and will fail and the world needs us to stop failing. Around the time of night I fix supper, the radio usually has preachers I admire greatly and I listen kind of half-hearing. Background noise you could say. Anyway, I get so tired of hearing about how God wants us to do this or that but we're always going off our own way and not waiting and listening, striving to find His way, etc. WHY is it that God always seems to have some other way and to find it we have to solve what seems to be some sort of riddle?! We're always bad, we're always on the wrong track, we never listen, we never wait, blah blah blah. Man it makes me crabby! It's gotten to where I turn it off and I've begun to realize that they have to put on a sermon because it's their job-I'm sure the well runs dry and they have to say SOMETHING and that's the easiest route-harangue us for not being what we should be. We already know that and look for the day when we will be. Until then, we do our best under the parameters we know to be true and I will not sit around berating myself because I can't figure out the answer to a stupid riddle every day. Jesus paid for my redemption, I accept Him as my Savior. Heaven awaits and God is victorious and in our lives we do our very best for our families and those around us (be they near or far). Those are the important things-the rest is fluff. End of story.
I had to change part of the Internet Monk's post to get past the filter! It didn't like two words where I have injected "be saved". Criminy.
Posted by: colleen at September 29, 2006 08:45 AMThat's surprising, Colleen. When I read the nutty stuff you post here, I just assume you're speaking in tongues.
Posted by: angyclown at September 29, 2006 11:41 AMAC - are you ALWAYS such a crass, ignorant JERK?
Posted by: The Lady Logician at September 29, 2006 02:11 PMThat was very unkind of you Log Lady. I'll have to start praying against you.
Posted by: angryclown at September 29, 2006 02:48 PMNothing AC says either surprises me or bothers me. His posts are like pig farts...you expect nothing but stinkin', hot air from him.
Posted by: colleen at September 29, 2006 04:25 PMMy dear Lord Satan, I pray thee to give Scary Colleen hemorrhoids and a severe paper cut.
Posted by: angryclown at September 29, 2006 05:24 PMI'm glad you found the IMonk -- check out the archives. There's more where that came from. He's quite the prolific and insightful writer...rather removed from the pop-Evangelical (or depressing mainline) world of the faith.
Posted by: David Poe at September 29, 2006 07:35 PMColleen,
Posted by: Kermit at September 29, 2006 08:03 PMRemember the Beatitudes. Every snarky thing Unfunnyclown says about you is a gift.
"Blessed are you when men curse you, revile you and utter all manner of evil against you for my names sake. Great is your reward in Heaven."
Remember also the Mitchitudes: "smart are those who treat Angryclown's snarks with the gravity of that crazy guy at the bus stop. Complement his fez, ask how the Mets are doing, and move along".
Posted by: mitchtre at September 30, 2006 06:25 AMBlessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
Yeah, you wingnuts are all about following the beatitudes.
I'm praying for a plague of locusts to infest Colleen's shredded wheat.
Posted by: angryclown at October 2, 2006 08:31 AM"Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy."
Ridding Afganistan and Iraq of their dictators was nothing if not merciful.
"Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God."
Destroying those who fed people into plastic shredders makes the world more peaceful.
Posted by: Cal at October 2, 2006 11:31 AMGlad to have confirmation that words have no fixed meaning for you right-wing kooks, Cal. At least you're sure that God hates gay guys, eh?
Posted by: angryclown at October 2, 2006 11:43 AMThat's a real nice Fez, AC.
Posted by: Kermit at October 2, 2006 10:46 PM