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The Good News of How Bad We Are

May 14, 2020 By admin Leave a Comment

A couple weeks before the Corona lockdown ensued, I met a friend for breakfast on a Sunday morning at a local diner, a decadent dive of sorts that probably hasn’t been renovated in 30 years, has a menu that stretches to the Idaho border, and serves cinnamon rolls that are as big as your head. 

It’s the kind of place where I’d picture a 57-year-old hardened detective nursing a cup of coffee as he uses empty sugar packets and a smoldering ashtray to intently recreate a crime scene for a rookie cop sitting across the table, all the while allowing a cigarette to dangle precariously from the corner of his mouth, its smoke streaming up and disappearing into a dense haze that blankets the air. Back when smoking in public was a thing, of course. 

That morning, as I slipped into a dark-green vinyl booth and waited for my friend to show up, there was no such excitement going on. Four older women were at the table next to me, their conversation nondescript. A couple people sat at the counter on the other side of the restaurant. 

After a few minutes, two men carrying Bibles came in and sat down at a nearby table. I’d guess the older man was in his fifties, the younger man probably in his thirties. The older man’s Bible was very large. A statement piece, of sorts.

I didn’t pay much attention to their doings, figuring they were going to have a Bible study over breakfast. “Knock yourselves out, guys,” I thought to myself. “Just be careful where you wield that big ole thing.” 

My friend showed up and we started to catch up on the latest goings on in our lives. As we talked, we’d occasionally hear a distinct comment from the Bible Table. It was mostly the older guy, who seemed to be getting louder for emphasis. The table was in my line of sight and I noticed the man growing more and more animated as the conversation continued. His big Bible was flopped open, small pieces of paper with notes on them scattered about.

It was clear they weren’t having a Bible study. The younger guy didn’t have his Bible open at all. He was listening to the older guy, responding mostly with nods and uh-huh’s . 

My friend and I weren’t interested in what was transpiring at that table, but we kept clearly hearing the words “gospel” and “sin” rising to the surface. Then it became clear. He was practicing a sermon, and the more he mentioned sin, the louder and more animated and intense he got. This diatribe was definitely meant for an audience.

He started to throw in the word “cross,” at which point the intensity was mixed with palpable indignation. We could feel it from our table, exchanging almost uncomfortable glances with each other. 

Occasionally, he broke out of “preacher” mode to mentor the younger man, insisting that “people need to understand,” and mentioning “the congregation,” “sin,” and “the cross.”

We did our best to block out the distraction, but then, after the man returned to preacher mode, he said something neither of us could block out.

“No matter how good you feel, you’ll never know how bad you are.”

The words were delivered with bold intensity. With conviction. With a rage that was controlled, yet unmistakable. 

My eyes locked on my friend’s, stunned. His jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Wait. Did he actually just say that?” I asked. Thinking maybe I misheard, I repeated the words. “‘No matter how good you feel, you’ll never know how bad you are.’ Is that what he said?”

My friend nodded. “Yeah, that’s what he said.”

We stared at each other, stupefied. 

My jaw clenched and I felt my blood start to boil. Part of me wanted to storm his table and unleash a string of f-bombs and tell him what he could do with his gigantic Bible. 

But I took a deep breath, looked off to the side and then back into my friend’s eyes, and simply said “Can you believe that’s the world we came from?”

He had a slightly nauseated look on his face. “I know.”

It’s super ironic, because “gospel” means “good news.” And this man’s passionate exhortation was peppered with the term.

Yet, the gospel that’s been crystallized within the greater Christian world has a huge element that, unfortunately, can be summed up with what this man said: No matter how good you feel, you’ll never know how bad you are.

Sure, it may be packaged more attractively, edited for consumability, and delivered with more finesse and grace, but that’s the underlying message. 

At the very core of who we are, we’re messed up. We’re lacking. We’re unworthy. We have no intrinsic value apart from choosing the proper response to being told that we’re messed up, lacking, unworthy, and without intrinsic value. 

And, as this gentleman was so eager to point out, we better not forget it. “You’ll never know how bad you are.”

This message wasn’t only happening at the table in the diner in preparation for a Sunday sermon. It’s a message that’s rampant. 

And damaging.

Words have power. We all know that. Science has proven it. The Bible even speaks to this effect. 

I’ve made some bad choices with my kids over the years and I’ve said some things I wish I hadn’t, but I would never, ever think of saying something like “No matter how good you feel, you’ll never know how bad you are.”

Put in this context, it’s a no-brainer. If I did say something like that to my kids, I’d probably get lambasted from everyone who knew I’d done it. And rightly so. 

And yet so much of the Christian world is marinating in this very message. Absorbing it, whether consciously or subconsciously and being affected accordingly. 

The problem is it isn’t true. It’s just bad theology. Theology that was surprisingly absent for the first thousand plus years of the church’s existence. 

This is why my blood can start to boil and I want to start dropping f-bombs. Because this message can be crippling and people are internalizing it as truth when they don’t need to. When they shouldn’t be.

My friend and I expressed gratitude for extricating ourselves from that form of religion, then quickly carried on with our time together.

I’m not sure who was ultimately on the other end of that man’s message. But it was a Sunday morning, so I’m sure countless people near and far were about to be on the other end of some form of that message. 

And unfortunately, it’s a fiercely protected message. I remember years ago when I started to push against the message in my own church at the time, only to find myself one night at a table surrounded by people in church leadership showing me scripture to “prove” that in and of myself I was, in fact, an object of wrath.

It was a quick reminder that pushing against something only creates more resistance. So I walked away. I need more than social-distancing from a message that says I’m an object of wrath.

Sometimes I see people standing on street corners holding signs that say things like “You are enough,” “You are worthy,” “You are beautiful.” 

And I think that maybe someday these messages will make their way into the greater church. And that they’ll be sufficient on their own, absent of any form of “You’ll never know how bad you are.”

I’m hopeful that the narrative will change. I’m not sure how it’ll happen, but I’m hopeful. I mean, it is changing in some places, I just wish it would happen more quickly for the sake of those in the pews.

But I guess the Titanic doesn’t turn on a dime.


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Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Bible, Christianity, Fundamentalism, Psychology

False Evidence Appearing Real?

March 18, 2020 By admin 3 Comments

When I first heard the trope that the word fear stands for “false evidence appearing real,” I was in my 20s. I remember being distinctly intrigued and trying to recall stories that seemed to embody the notion, but nothing particularly noteworthy came to mind. 

My sphere at the time consisted largely of other single men and women in a tight-knit faith community. Our social calendars were packed, our cares were few, and our lives seemed fairly insulated from the types of things in life that can tend to invoke fear on any kind of significant level. 

Living with a faith that acknowledged God could do things like part seas and raise people from the dead, coupled with a strong social circle that also acknowledged these things, gave me a sense of security. It allowed me to traipse through the days, months, and years with an assuredness. A courage, of sorts. 

Little did I know that this so-called courage came largely from the fact that I had a rather carefree life. It certainly wasn’t due to navigating fear myself. Nor did I have people around me confronting the types of situations that could potentially reveal whether or not fear was, indeed, false evidence appearing real. 

Flash forward to a few years ago when I was in the middle of the most frightening (and heart-wrenching) period of my life.

“You’ve done a great job of constructing your life in a way that allows you to try to maintain control.” 

I stared at my therapist, unsure how to respond. 

She was right. I really had. 

Was it intentional? Nope. 

Was I even aware of it? Absolutely not, which is why I stared at her like a deer in headlights as I processed what she said.

Interestingly, in those earlier years as my 20s came to a close and gave way to my 30s, not only was I not learning how to effectively navigate fear in my life, but something else was going on. 

In many ways, I was actually becoming a more fearful person. 

Fear can be a subtle thing, so of course I didn’t realize what was going on. 

And since I claimed to trust a God who’s in the business of doing miraculous things, I certainly didn’t think that I was silently gripped by fear at some level. 

But as it turns out, nothing taught me to fear more than my religion did. 

Perhaps a bold statement, but for me, it was absolutely true.

Maybe it was the evangelistic tract I saw as an impressionable kid that showed an angel throwing a man into a lake of fire because his name wasn’t written in the Book of Life.

Maybe it was when I was an insecure teen wrestling with my sexuality and someone prayed to cast the demons out of me.

Maybe it was the fateful night when I was 22 and attending a Bible study that ended when a well-meaning young man looked in my eyes and posed the question, “So if you got hit by a bus and died on your way home tonight, where would you go?” (“hell” being the correct answer, naturally).

Maybe it was the subsequent years of hearing about the dangers of sin, the dangers of becoming lukewarm in my faith, the dangers of impure thoughts and lust and sexual temptation, the dangers of straying from the straight and narrow, the dangers of false teachings and false doctrines, and the dangers of falling away from the faith. 

And why were all of these things so dangerous? Because ultimately they precluded the biggest danger of all – the danger of hell. 

So yeah, fear was real for me. 

Now it’s not like it was present in any kind of conscious daily way that impacted things like going to work or enjoying a vacation, but it was there.

And those messages from within the heart of my faith community certainly weren’t the focus of every conversation or teaching or sermon. But more often than not, they were the subtext. And that subtext was pervasive. 

So perhaps even more destructive than having all of this going on at a conscious level, it had taken root deep within. At a subconscious level.

It’s no secret that our subconscious beliefs have enormous power in our lives. Our subconscious is behind the wheel. The captain of the ship, so to speak (for those of you familiar enough with the movie Jaws to remember the line “Hooper drives the boat, Chief,” we could rephrase it a bit for our purposes here and say that our subconscious drives the boat). 

And it’s true. 

It’s why people repeat unhealthy patterns in their lives over and over even though they know it’s unhealthy and despite their attempts to make choices to the contrary. It’s because of subconscious beliefs, programming, hardwiring.

If there’s fear rooted in there, it’s absolutely going to impact us in ways that we won’t even realize. 

“You’ve done a great job of constructing your life in a way that allows you to try to maintain control.” 

Of course. Of course I had. Because maintaining control creates certainty. Certainty creates security. And security is what alleviates our fears. 

But it’s all an illusion.

There’s much to be said about fear. How it works. What it triggers inside of us. The energy it creates. How far-reaching it can be. How hard it can be to identify.

And, for sure, it’ll affect each of us differently depending on our individual stories. 

For now, I’ll just say that in the years leading up to that moment in my therapist’s office, I’d been fortunate enough to start seeing the role that fear had been playing in my life. More specifically, the role that religion had played in hardwiring fear within me (this clarity came in small part thanks to a fascinating book called How God Changes Your Brain). 

I had started dismantling the unhealthy beliefs that had taken root. And I’d begun the work of embracing different beliefs that allowed new neural pathways to start forming in my brain.

That’s not to say that the place life was taking me wasn’t still terrifying. It absolutely was.

But deep down, I had an assurance like never before that things were going to be okay. I didn’t need to be gripped by fear. I could allow myself to feel it, but instead of being paralyzed by it or trying to move away from it, I could step into it. 

Would I say that “false evidence appearing real” is an accurate summation of fear? 

My experience in recent years would lead me to say yes. 

That said, I’m far less impressed by clever acronyms than I was as a twenty-something, so it’s unlikely that I’ll start evangelizing this one.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Faith, Fear, Psychology, Religion

Cognitive Dissonance, Anyone?

May 21, 2014 By admin 1 Comment

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Over the last few years, I’ve been amazed at some of the things I’ve learned about how our brains work.  The incredible abilities they have to process and sort and prioritize and filter.  The instrumental role they play in our health and the power they have to help us heal.

In and of themselves, these things aren’t earth shattering or entirely new concepts to me.  But it’s been particularly interesting to consider some of the things through spiritual lenses; namely through the lenses of Christianity.

Two things in particular have stood out to me.  The first has to do with the documented evidence about the benefits of meditation.  Things like how it reduces stress and increases our ability to focus.  It allows us to deal with challenging situations and can help modify our behavior for the better.  And the time we “sacrifice” to spend in meditation is gained back exponentially because of how much more focused, healthy, effective, and at peace we are.

What’s been particularly striking to me, though, is the fact that studies have shown that meditation actually activates the part of our brain that’s tied to compassion.  And to take it a step further, studies also show that compassion is linked to happiness, contentment, and fulfillment.  So if we make meditation a regular part of our lives, we’re more likely to help others and be happier.

The reason I find this so interesting is because it shows us that good actually lies at the very core of who we are and who we were designed to be.  Sure, we may struggle to tap into it, but it’s there.  That may not seem like a big deal to a lot of people, but it is to me.  And that’s because I’ve spent most of my life living within a Christian story that in many ways says the exact opposite.  It’s a story that emphasizes a fall.  And with this fall, sin came into the world and effectively ruined everything.

Now I don’t think many people would deny that we invite all kinds of garbage into our lives and make destructive decisions that ultimately cut us off from experiencing the fullness of our humanity.  But what we hear quite commonly within Christianity is that God had to go to extreme measures to deal with the sin problem.  To pay the price for our shortcomings.  We hear that without the sacrifice of Jesus, we’re not worthy to enter God’s presence.

Indeed, in the Christian story, we are often told that the only reason God can look at us at all is because he sees the blood of Jesus rather than seeing the stained, sinful people that we truly are at our very core.  I’ve lost count of the number of times over the years I’ve heard that, without Jesus, we’re actually enemies of God.  This is a disturbingly familiar theme, one that’s partly due to the NIV’s thoughtful mistranslation of the Greek text from Romans 5.

So in this story, we somehow went from being given the breath of life and pronounced “good” to being objects of God’s wrath.  To reinforce this idea, we have occasional stories throughout the scriptures where God is shown to strike people dead for various reasons.  We have priests taking extreme measures in the Old Testament to ensure they weren’t struck dead due to their “unholiness” when they entered the temple.

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And for a bit of extra color, we throw in stories about how a rope would get tied around the priest’s waist so if God did strike him dead the others could pull the dead body out from a safe distance without risking their own lives.  Sure, the rope story is likely an urban legend, but it shows the ideas of God that have permeated Christianity for hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years.

What does all of this say about God?  Or perhaps more importantly, what does it say about us?

All of this leads into the second thing that stood out to me, which involves how our brains get wired.  It goes something like this.  As our brains get exposed to something over and over, they establish neural pathways.  In other words, they get hardwired.

And once that happens, an auto filter process kicks in.  The brain welcomes anything that lines up with the ideas or beliefs that are already in place as part of the hard wiring.  But anything that conflicts with the established wiring merely gets discarded.  It just goes out the window.  And it’s all done automatically, requiring no conscious effort on our part.  This is precisely why it’s so hard to teach an old dog new tricks, so to speak.

Here’s what’s fascinating to me about all of this.  It means that it’s entirely possible for the disturbing elements of the Christian story to get so deeply embedded into our subconscious minds that the elements of the story that are supposed to breathe life into us get auto filtered and subsequently tossed out the window.  And we don’t even realize it.

We can hear “God is a loving, merciful God,” but if our brains have a neural pathway that says “God kills people for lying,” then our brains open the window and toss “God is loving” right outside.  At a subconscious level, it’s as though we never even heard “God is a loving, merciful God.”  Think about that for a minute.

We can hear “You are valuable to God,” but if the brain is hard wired with “…but only because Jesus died on the cross to keep God from having to unleash his wrath against you,” well… you get the point.

Now I realize these examples might seem a little extreme.  And I fully acknowledge that many – if not most – Christians probably have healthy Christian-related neural pathways in their brains (I certainly hope they do).  But what about the people who don’t?  There’s no denying that we all process and internalize things differently.  And much of that has to do with our backgrounds, experiences, and personalities.

Two people can sit through a sermon about the crucifixion of Jesus and one can leave feeling energized, loved, hopeful, and ready to go tell everyone this amazing story, while the other feels completely defeated and just wants to go crawl into a cave.  Same story.  Two vastly different effects.  And it’s not just as simple as the latter person needing to “get over it.”  It’s much deeper and more complex than that, especially when you consider that people may not even be aware of the factors at play in their own experience.

I think about the number of Christians I’ve known over the years who just seem to be stuck in one way or another.  Who feel like they’ll never measure up to God’s expectations or like they’re continually falling short somewhere.  Sometimes there’s guilt.  There’s often shame.  Maybe there’s a sense that God isn’t really all that interested.

And then I ponder my own life, with my guilty nature and my tendencies toward legalism and wanting things to be black and white.  And I think about how long I’ve been doing this Christian thing and yet the promises that we proclaim – or at least some of them – can often seem so elusive in my own life.  And it leaves me thinking “What the heck?!”

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But then I consider the hard wiring of my brain and things begin to make a bit of sense.  I start to realize that, for whatever reason, some of the unhealthy messages are like very large, fast-moving, well-established rivers.  And some of the encouraging, healthy messages are like little streams trying desperately to establish their own routes but they can’t.  They just don’t have the power to fight against the raging rivers.

Now this idea is well understood and well accepted throughout psychology.  I don’t think anyone is going to argue against the notion that our thoughts are extremely powerful and that if we can harness and control them – and in the process, train our brains – we’re capable of amazing things.  And that if we don’t take control of our thoughts, we can be in big trouble.

But many people just aren’t aware of all this.  We’re not aware of what our brains are doing.  We’re not aware that unhealthy thought patterns or beliefs have been hard wired and are so prevalent and powerful that they’re preventing anything else from getting in.  And we’re not aware of the effect these thought patterns have on our daily lives.  To some extent, it really is true that our thoughts – whether we’re consciously aware of them or not – create our realities.

With all this in mind, it’s no wonder I’ve known so many Christians over the years – myself included – who can tend to feel empty or mundane or maybe even somehow hopeless but can’t put a finger on why, especially if they’re doing all the “right things.”

The truth is, if we’ve internalized any aspect of the story in an unhealthy way – even if it’s subconsciously – we can be doomed.  And chances are we won’t even realize what’s happening.  Which begs the question “How is that fair?”  Do we really believe God is behind elements of a story that get internalized by some in a way that wreaks emotional havoc?  That can actually hinder people from experiencing the fullness and goodness that we often insist God wants for everyone?

This is one thing that got me thinking that maybe there’s something wrong with how we’ve been interpreting and telling the story.

Maybe there’s something wrong with how we approach biblical stories about God turning people into pillars of salt, commanding genocide, hardening a ruler’s heart in order to inflict dire consequences on a nation, or striking a couple dead for being deceitful about a financial transaction.

Maybe there’s something wrong with how we’ve understood God.

And as a result, maybe there’s something wrong with how we’ve understood ourselves.







Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Bible, Fundamentalism, Psychology

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