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A recent article in the L.A. Times reconfirms that millions of dollars from churches helped pass Proposition 8, the constitutional ban on gay marriage in California. That well-churched pockets were so deep over this issue is now part of the battle.
The Mormon and Catholic churches were the most eager to fund the intolerance, but there is evidence that Baptists and Evangelicals gave generously and also voted lopsidedly for their version of what marriage should be defined as.
Can there be true separation between the laws of the land and religious institutions if churches are working so vehemently to pass laws that derive their inspiration from scripture? Is the pious population now using California’s flawed proposition system to cherry-pick bible verses and turn them into law?
Apparently they are. Here in California a coffer full of cash, some scary campaign ads and slim majority can buy you a change in the constitution. That’s right, a 50.0001% majority can rewrite the California Constitution .
Last time I looked, constitutions were designed to guarantee minority rights and due process despite changing political climates – but that’s another story.
What’s interesting here in this Prop 8 battle is that the Bible has become the standard of law – not the greater good, not the Constitution – the Christian Bible.
Alarm bells should be ringing in everybody’s ears, including Christians themselves, because someday, some other Christians may want a line or two from the Good Book enforced that doesn’t quite jibe with their own views.
Gaze below into the future my children. For once we start pointing at bible verses to justify our laws, all hell will surely break loose.
At the risk of getting too entangled in the massive thicket of insane rules throughout the bible, let’s take a look at a few wacky biblical ideas – just from Matthew — that could be the next well-funded intrusion into your personal liberties.
Divorce is now illegal in all 50 states where there is a Christian majority.
What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
Any devout Catholic who’s tried to get an annulment (they don’t like the “D” word) knows how the Church frowns upon divorce. If the Church (and God) thinks divorce is wrong, how can society possibly justify legal sanction for this awful practice? Just because lots of people get divorced doesn’t make it right. What God hath frowned upon, let no man legalize.
No citizen’s income shall exceed 110% of any other citizen’s income.
And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
If you think Obama is a socialist, get a load of this! In order to please God and gain a seat near him in heaven, we must ensure that no one becomes too rich – at least compared to his fellow citizen. Therefore, Proposition $ will institute a tax and rebate system which will redistribute all the wealth in this country until everyone makes about the same amount of money.
No one will be allowed to defend himself when sued.
And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also.
Hereafter, there will be no need for defense attorneys. This civil court admonition in the Bible follows on the heels of the “turn the other cheek” passage which covers criminal court issues.
Of course, these examples from the New Testament are just the tip of the bad-law iceberg. A casual perusal of the Old Testament will reveal mountains of Draconian rules that most enlightened people would find ridiculous.
So why don’t we find some other sources for inspiration for creating laws? As far as the law is concerned, marriage is simply a contract between two people. Why not let those two people decide if they want to enter into the contract or not?
Then saith he unto them, Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s.
Before I belabor the obvious, let me first say that the hearts, sympathies and best wishes of secular America go out to the good people of Haiti as they struggle through this difficult time. We sincerely hope the emergency workers and medical teams can stem the tide of suffering soon. (Go here to help.)
Now, if you haven’t already seen this, watch it now before I proceed. Pat Robertson’s foot-in-mouth disease .
My question is, at what point do Pat Robertson’s handlers duct-tape him to a chair and let someone else run the Cirque du 700 Club? The guy is clearly a few bricks shy of a load.
Illustration by Doug Hart
Oh, that’s right… there are lots of people out there who actually believe Pat’s little parable about the Devil and the CCHFPNDS (the Council of Colonial Haitians Formed for the Purpose of Negotiating Deals with Satan.) Disappointing, isn’t it?
I’ll Take Haitian History for $400, Alex…
Ok, first let’s start with the easy stuff. Haiti officially became independent from France in 1804, over 4 years before the birth of Napoleon III and over 48 years before N3 took office. So Pat, not only were the Haitians not under his heel, he didn’t even have a heel yet. So right off the bat, Pat’s little history lesson is way off.
A Blessing In (a very good) Disguise
When Pat asked if all the destruction might be a blessing in disguise, I wished for a moment that his house would fall down just to see if he’d feel blessed after such an event. That probably won’t happen, so I’ll spell it out.
Pat, having buildings crush and maim thousands and thousands of human beings is never a blessing. Countries can be rebuilt and improved before suffering massive loss of life. If I can figure that out, God should be able to.
Vengeance is Mine Sayeth…
By the way, at least 9 out of 10 Haitians call themselves Christian these days, and none of them participated in Pat’s alleged “pact with the devil” 200 years ago. Why would God punish so many of his own believers in 2010? That’s a hell of a way to make a point.
Now let’s talk a bit about this pact with the devil Pat spoke of. It’s not so unbelievable if you just close your eyes…
Imagine if you will a group of Haitians (whom Pat simply refers to as “they”) who somehow became the consensus representatives of all the islanders who wanted the French gone. They might have been chosen for their shrewd negotiating skills, their connections to populations throughout the island, or by height. We don’t know, but apparently Pat thinks they had the power to speak and act on behalf of the entire native population.
With the imprimatur of the whole island, this group then met somewhere – possibly a known hangout of the devil – and… what… stood around with toothpicks in their mouths trying to look tough until the Prince of Darkness happened to hoof by?
Satan’s not such a bad guy if he helps us with the French…
Deal or… Deal
Alright, so Big Red eventually shows up in a dark alley packing heat and whispers out of the side of his mouth to one of the Representatives of Rebellion:
Satan: “Say chum, you look like someone who can use a little help getting some frogs to swim back to their lily pad.”
RoR: “What if we are?”
Satan: “I might be able to help. But it’ll cost ya, see.”
RoR: “We don’t have very much money, sir. How much are we talking about – for complete independence I mean?”
Satan: “You get half the island, savvy, but your neighbors will always live better than you. When you rebels die, I’ll torment all your immortal souls for eternity, then I’ll plague the island with hurricanes, poverty, disease, political instability and corruption for the next 2 centuries, then level the place in 2010 with a devastating earthquake. But you’ll all be dead and in hell by then, so don’t worry about it.”
RoR: “It’s a Deal!”
…And most of the French died of yellow fever and the Haitians all lived happily ever after…
True story? Really, Pat?
Well… not really.
And this is the man who had the ear of presidents?
When asked why he attended Catholic Church during his yearly visits to France, Paul Kurtz often said that he likes to see what the opposition is up to.
It rained on Christmas...
So, partially out of a Kurtz-inspired curiosity and partially to shock my very Catholic Uncle who had no idea I’d arrive next to him in the third pew, I went to mass at St. Daniel’s church in Wheaton, IL, with notebook in-hand on the morning of December 25th , 2009 – Jesus’ 2000th (and something) birthday.
There was a time before my own 10th birthday when I would have felt awe and reverence while in church. I can’t remember ever liking going to mass, but there was a certain gravity to it all. The Catholics are quite good at pomp and ritual. The St. Daniel’s altar was loaded with flowers, the priests were in full regalia, and a ½ scale crèche sat nestled below and to the left of the much larger (artist’s conception of a) crucified christ attached to the wall above the proceedings.
Even the occasional Catholics were in attendance sitting in rapt attention on this High Holy Day. But I just wasn’t feeling it. I marginally enjoyed the music and listened to every word – questions and counterpoints swirling around my mind through it all – but the awe and reverence was gone.
Inside the House of God
The elderly priest who lethargically celebrated (Yay!) the mass began his sermon by asking if Santa Claus had visited everyone. Ok… lead with a joke. I can see that. But later, the same priest spoke about how fortunate we all are to have Christ with us all 365 days of the year, while Santa – no hint of joke or irony here – only comes to town once a year.
Did I hear that right? He’s comparing Jesus to Santa? The smart-ass in me so wanted to raise my hand and ask, “You know Santa’s not real, right?” Out of respect for my Uncle I sat quietly and watched the rote movements of the rest of the ritual while musing about the psychology and sociology of belief, and how primitive it all now looks.
Contrast that morning to a visit I made a few days earlier to Fermilab – the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory in Batavia, IL. My wife, sister, niece, nephew and I took a tour of Fermilab and scratched the surface of what goes on there.
This 6800 acre facility run by the U.S. Department of Energy is home to the Tevatron, the world’s most powerful proton-antiproton particle accelerator. (The Large Hadron Collider at the CERN facility outside Geneva, Switzerland, is larger and more powerful, but is designed to accelerate protons and lead nuclei.)
The physics they study there is mostly beyond me, but the place itself was fascinating. A number of major discoveries unlocking the secrets of nature were made at Fermilab, including:
- The discovery of the bottom quark in1977, the top quark in 1995, and the tau neutrino in 2000
- Fermilab’s Sloan Digital Sky Survey identified more than 100 million stars, galaxies and quasars between 1998 and 2005
- In 2007, the Pierre Auger Observatory identified supermassive black holes as the most likely source of the highest-energy cosmic rays
- Scientists are currently using Fermilab’s Tevatron to look for evidence for an entirely new class of subatomic particles as well as the first signs of new dimensions of space-time
- Other Fermilab scientists are using ultrasensitive detectors as well as telescopes to unravel the mysteries of dark matter and dark energy, the two mysterious components that dominate the universe
- See more here
What could be simpler than quantum mechanics?
In addition to all the amazing science that is being done there, there is art and sculpture woven into the landscape and architecture, and much thought is given to the natural surroundings of the buildings. A section of prairie is being rehabilitated and a small herd of bison live on the property.
Outside Wilson Hall, Fermilab
There was none of the church’s rote, unthinking ritual anywhere near the place. The staff and scientists seemed genuinely interested – no excited – about their work. They were learning and discovering things. They were paving a road to the future, not droning on reciting beliefs about an unprovable past.
Our docent was quick to remind the tour group that many useful benefits had come out of this facility – technology surrounding MRI machines, cancer treatment, superconductivity, giant magnets, computing, food sterilization, home security (the list goes on.)
Hell, unlocking the secrets of the universe was plenty justification for me.
When I learned that I was looking at the building where fundamental constituents of matter were first known to human beings, the hair stood up on the back of my neck. It was like standing in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa and imagining Galileo at work.
I saw Fermilab as an inspiring cathedral of learning that made church seem rather sad in comparison.
The atrium in Wilson Hall
My awe had found a new home.