Well, I'm sitting here in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, because my date cancelled on me. Ok, well not so much a date, actually just spending an afternoon with a good friend who also happens to be completely unavailable, but feels sufficient pity on me to occasionally indulge my idea of her as a surrogate girlfriend of some sort. Jeez, I need help.
So instead of exploring all of the cultural wonders of Hartford, I thought I'd take some time and just rant about one of my favorite topics, religion and education (I know that's two topics, but in this context it's one and the same). I may have mentioned before that I was raised conservatively and religiously. My education was half public and half private. The public school experiences were mostly non-remarkable, but the private schools were something else, for sure.
My first experience with private school was 4th grade. It was a Christian school in Brockton, MA, and honestly I don't remember much about it at all with the exception of an adorable little blonde girl, Michelle, who at the time I teased relentlessly as a show of my affection for her. Surprisingly she never seemed to "get" my true intentions, and looking back now, I realize that she may have actually hated my guts. It's a very painful memory for me. I think it may have been my first rejection.
I don't know why I was returned to public school the following year, I think it may have been the costs my parents were incurring to fill my head with fear, superstition and downright lies (not that I'm blaming them, it's how they were raised). Nevertheless I spent the next two years at Governer John Carver Elementary, in Carver, MA. That's where I first learned to love science. I remember in fifth grade, I had a science teacher who really loved his job. He was excited about the topics he was covering and included in every one, a hands on experiment that really helped solidify in your mind the effects of the science involved. This is kind of dumb, but the one that stands out the most was a little architectual experiment where he was showing us the differences in the strengths of certain pillar structures. He passed out two sheets of paper and some tape to every student, and asked us all to form with one sheet a squared pillar, and the other a cylindrical one. When each student had finished, he then asked us to take our science textbooks (Which were pretty darned heavy) and try to balance them on the top of each pillar. What happened you might inquire? (or you may not if you just don't give a shit) Well, I'll tell you anyway, the squared pillars each invariably collapsed under the weight of the book, while the cylindrical ones all stood strong. He then went on to explain why this happened. And to this day I remember that lesson. It was that way with nearly every topic he covered. He was one of the best teachers I've ever had the pleasure of learning from.
I only bring that up as a stark contrast to the crap that was forced upon me for the next 4 years. As I was going into 7th grade my mother decided that she had had enough of the public schools filling my mind with all that secular, humanistic trash, so she enrolled me into the The New Testament Christian School of Cedarville, MA. It was my experiences during these next 4 years that would forever solidify my views on organized religion, and lead me down the long and arduous path of ultimate enlightenment. I am of course referring to Atheism.
The school started in the basement of the New Testament Christian Church, but quickly grew too big for it's britches, and had to expand into the church proper. This is where I spent my seventh grade, in a small annex blocked off with cubicle walls. The Pastor was Reverend Pierce, and the Principle of the School was one Dr. Paul Jehle, who I now see has become very succesful and has taken over as the Pastor of the church (I was actually present when that overturning of power happened and it wasn't pretty, but that's for a later part of this story).
As short distraction, as I'm writing this and Googleing the New Testament Christian Church, I see that they are as ever heavily involved in politics and are doing their part to destroy the consitutional protection of the speparation of church and state. I'll have to write more about that in another posting.
Anyway, the church that founded the school, was at it's heart, a very pentacostal church, and in case any of you are unfamiliar with the pentacostal denominations, these are the guys who focus most on the largely ignored "Holy Spirit" part of the trinity that they call God. They're the ones who "speak in tongues", "Lay on Hands", dance in the aisles, and perform one of my favorite spectacles, being "slain in the spirit". If you've never experienced this circus before, I suggest that you attend one of their services, if only for the entertainment value. Here's a few things you can expect to see:
- Speaking in tongues - A remarkable event in which a person becomes so filled with the spirit of the Holy Ghost, that God speaks right through them, usually perofming some kind of prophecy, or dire warning of the wages of sin to the parishoners. Astoundingly, God chooses to use some form of language that is unknown to everyone in attendance, often explained as an ancient form of Hebrew, perhaps Aramaic, or as the language of the angels. Fear not however, because as this very dramatic exhortation comes to a conclusion, usually with the spiritual "vessel" fainting, a second person sufficiently filled with the spirit translates this very important message into english, of course sprinkling the translation with enough "thee"s and "thou"s and "Yea"s to sound all biblical and such. Both subjects claim that neither knew what the other was going to do ahead of time, and many times they both claim to have no recolection of the events.
- Slain in the Spirit - Again, this is one of those events that requires being utterly consumed with the flame of the Holy Ghost. It usually starts with someone needing prayer for a certain problem in their life, whether it be ailment, or hardship, or simply just forgiveness for a minor sin such as wishing ill of another person or forgetting to say grace before dinner the night before. (I find it strange that no one ever required forgiveness for such major items as adultery, or child-molestation, or drunken binges followed by severe wife beating, but perhaps none of these things occur in the protestant-pentacostal type churches) The subject approaches the pastor and kneels before him (even at that age, I found this a disturbing image, given the proximity of the subjects head to the pastors groin) where the subject is then annointed on the forehead with oil and prayed over (I used to know what kind of oil they claimed it to be, but it escapes me now, probably Crisco anyway). The pastor places his hand on the subjects forehead and raises the other hand towards God while praying for God to forgive this sinner of their trespasses. In the end, the pastor gives the subject a small nudge to indicate that it's now time for them to break into siezures and pass out on the floor ... sorry ... what I meant to say is that it's at this time the the Holy Ghost flows through the pastor and violently takes hold of the subject causing brief convulsions and cleansing the subject of their sins, leaving them exhausted and passed out on the floor.
- Healing, Laying on of hands - Often the same ritual as the previously noted slain-in-the-spirit display, it's not uncommon for a parishoner to request healing for some type of physical or even percieved spiritual illness, such as "backsliding" or a desire to sin. While mostly it's to cover common ailments such as a cold or flu, once in a while you'll get a good one, such as cancer or heart disease, or one of my all time favorites as well as that of faith-healers everywhere ... the old short leg standby. Regardless, it's always the same, the subject comes forward and the pastor lays one hand on him/her, raises the other to God, often trembling and waving it back and forth as if searching for the hand of God, and prays, yelling out to God to please heal this man/woman. Sometimes though, it seems that it's not enough for just the pastor to handle, so he calls forth deacons, friends, family members to come up and help the subject by joining in on the laying of hands. It's not uncommon to have so many people groping the subject that the subject isn't visible in the mob. Inevitably it ends with the subject being slain in the spirit and the pastor cries out that they are healed. Fortunately this particular church did not denounce medical healing, however when a serious illness was cured or treated into remission, the church always claimed responsibility, though interestingly, when medical technology failed to save a victim, it was inevitably the fault of sin. It's nice to know your church stands behind you, huh?
- Celebratory Music - While not nearly as dramatic as the first three, it is still a far cry from the reserved, nearly morbid atmosphere of Catholic services, and other more conservative protestant denominations. So if you're not used to it, it can come as quite a shock. The services of pentacostal churches usually run a little longer than, let's say by comparison Sunday Mass at St. Rose. We're talking hours here folks. Services start at 10:30 and you'd be damn lucky to get home in time to save that pot-roast from scorching to the bottom of the crock pot. Mostly, the reason for this is the music. As with any church, services open up with a prayer, and a few hymns, but unlike most other churches the hymns segway into fully band-accompanied sing-alongs. There's no choirs at these services, the parishoners are the choir. You'll see church-goers bringing accoustic guitars, harmonicas, bongo drums and for the truly untalented, tambourines, all so they can join in the celebration of God's joy. And join in they do. I would say that it's a lot like the southern baptist black churches that I'm sure you've seen portayed on TV or in the movies, but there's far more spirit, and far less soul. These sessions get so "spirit filled" that it becomes impossible for the parishoners to remain in the pews, and out they come into the aisles dancing and pounding on their tambourines, and strumming on their guitars. And this can go on for hours folks. When everyone finnally simmers down, and the pastor cunducts his fire-and-brimstone sermon (which in itself could possibly last for hours), guess what, they start right back up again. Usually about an hour into the second round of singing and dancing is when the less-faithful, or at the very least those with less stamina, begin to sneak out.
These are just a few of the forms of entertainment you're bound to witness should you venture into a truly pentacostal church. I've heard that in the south there are some which incorporate snake handling into the mix, but I've unfortunately never been witness to that spectacle.
Anyway, I've gotten off-topic here, but it's important to understand the environment I was subjected to. So, the school. I'm not sure where the school got it's curriculum from, but I think it was a sanctioned christian school type thing. They covered all the basics in math, english and spanish, but where they went off-course a little (or a lot considering your point of view) was in the subjects of science, history and social studies (oh and that extra class you don't get in public schools - Bible study). The science was abismal. They covered things like chemistry pretty well, it's hard to argue with chemistry, but when it came to things like biology, and astronomy and geology .. all I can say is WOW. There are more than a few mis-educated people running around out there because of schools like this.
Creationism was the overall theme here, and the reason that all the science went wacky. Of course evolution was discussed heavily, but only in an effort to dispell it. I remember one of our assignments was to find something in biology that could not be explained by evolution. At the time, I was a devoutly converted Jesus-freak, so I did as I was told and I did so enthusiastically. I chose the human eye. I gave an in-depth presentation and analysis of the biology and complexity of the "design" of the human eye. I got an "A+" for that presentation too. I was convinced that the complexity of the human eye could not have just formed by accident of natural selection, they had me and everyone else fooled. I now know of course, that there are so many errors and defects in the human eye, that it can only be explained by natural selection, but at the time, that information was hidden well away from us (this was long before the internet, remember).
Creationism formed how we were taught about geology and paleontology. The earth could only be around 10,000 years old, so of course huge geological formations such as the grand canyon, had to be explained by way of Noah's flood. Carbon-14 dating was routinely dismissed as error proned and misleading. Dinosaurs were explained away as being destroyed by the flood as well. Why God chose not bring these monsters two-by-two onto the ark was never fully explained. Perhaps they were just too large, and had to be sacrificed.
Astronomy was not much covered at all, but when asked why we see the light of the stars millions of light-years away, it was explained that God could create the universe in any state he wanted, and chose to create it in such a state that the light from those stars was already within 10,000 light years of us, so that we may enjoy the grand beauty of his creation. Do you think Einstien was EVER covered? Any mention of relativity? Nope. Although perhaps that's a little much for 7th-10th graders.
History was taught in a literally biblical sense. The history of the world as we knew it, followed in perfect alignment with the bible's teachings, all the way from the garden of Eden, to the enslavement of the Jews by the Egyptians, their subsequent freedom at the hands of Moses (and of course God). All the way through to the New Testament and the life and death of Jesus. There was apparently a gap in history of about 1,400 years where nothing happened, and we were dropped into the Crusades, the rise of the evil catholic curch (and I do mean evil, these folks hated Catholics). Then we were taught all about the trials and tribulations of the Puritans and their narrow escape from the crushing hands of the Church of England. And this is where the bias of being in a church in Plymouth, Massachusetts comes into play.
From the Puritans onward was a heavy, heavy slant towards the Puritan-Christian foundation of our country from when they escaped and became known as Pilgrims to when they landed in Plymouth, MA and started civilization in the new world. (There was a brief mention of a couple of other colonies further south, but they were obviously unimportant) We spent an entire year becoming intimately familiar with our Puritan heritage, most of us were descendants of the folks from the Mayflower, and so were encouraged to research that past (I myself am a descendant of John Howland, who narrowly escaped death when he fell off the ship amidst a storm and was then pulled back in, as well as none other than Governor Bradford, the first Governor of Plymouth) There was a point that I could probably name a mojority of the men who first colonized New England. (The women were somewhat unimportant) We were taught how their faith in God got them through that first winter, although nearly half the population dying off was a trial of their moral fortitude, the struggle on valiantly and started what would become the most important colony ever formed in the history of these United States.
To get an idea of the twisting of the truth that went on here, check out this book published by the principle of this school I was subjected to: Puritans vs. Witches by Dr. Paul Jehle. Here's the excerpt in case you're too lazy to click on the link.
What is the Truth Behind The Salem Witch Trials?
Perhaps the most godly group of Christians to populate North America were the Puritans of New England. Yet no group has been more ruthlessly villified by modern historians, and no subject more misrepresented than their infamous Salem Witch Trials. In this brilliant, scholarly presentation, Dr. Paul Jehle goes beyond the popular rhetoric to expose the truth. He reveals both the wisdom and the failures associated with the Trials, and he makes the case that God used them to lay the foundation for the greatest revival in American history — the Great Awakening. By Paul Jehle.
Anyway, all of this segwayed into American History where the founding fathers were apparently all God-fearing, good Christians, as well as incredibly moral. (I guess they weren't aware of Thomas Jefferson's alleged Atheism or the fact that most of them had slaves). All in all we were taught that this country was founded as A Christian Nation. The separation of Church and State was poo-pooed away as being misinterpreted, and the Church had a rightful place in the decision making in this country.
I happened to be lucky enough to be attending school here when Pat Robertson mad his bid for the presidency. Everyone student was expected to be part of the campaign, handing out flyers, signing petitions for who-knows-what and attending campaign functions. Fortunately that lunatic never made it into office.
So getting to the point of all this, I was thouroughly brainwashed and mis-informed right through to 10th grade, when my parents divorced, and my mother was inflicted with breast cancer. What happened during this time gets a little fuzzy for me, but only because it was during this time that I first discovered alcohol and marijuana, but what I do remember was the church supporting my mother (for a time), condemning my father and trying to heal my mother. It was in the midst of all this chaos in my life that the power play I was referring to earlier came about. For reasons unexplained (at least to us children) there was a divide in the church between the Pastor (Pastor Pierce), and the Principal of the School (Dr. Jehle). Something happened that divided the whole congregation along these lines, and Pastor Pierce was on the losing side, and was asked to leave the church. Dr. Jehle stepped up as acting pastor until a suitable replacement could be found. (By the looks of things in my research today, one was never found and Dr. Jehle assumed the role of full-time pastor). Many members who sided with Pastor Pierce left the church, and those who didn't, my mother included, suddenly found themselves in strange company among the other church members. It became a hostile atmosphere, and any of the support she was looking for in the church dissapeared.
We eventually left the church, I was plunged back into public school, where I found myself in conflict with much of the curriculum. And in the middle of my 10th year, I dropped out of school. There was much more at play in that than the curriculum, such as me deciding to live with my father, my working full-time at a local pizza joint (thinking I was making enough money to live on my own) and my sudden introduction to alcohol and drug use, but the very out of place feeling I had in my new environment did play a big part.
I did eventually go back to school (for another 3 years, before I dropped out again for far different reasons), but the whole experience left me with the tenacious feeling that everyone in that church was full of shit. Not a single one of them treated my mother in a Godly manner. I began to question the legitimacy of all the "acts of God" I had become accustomed too witnessing, such as the speaking in tongues and healings. I formulated the opinion that each and every one of them, my mother included, because she was part of all of that, was either deluded, or knowingly faked it all.
And so started my spiral into rebellion against God, the church and everything it represented.
Perhaps I'll cover how that went in a later post.
Posted
Mar 05 2005, 11:21 AM
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michael