The GM
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The following is only my POV. I’ve recently begun to think about this stuff in a more critical light as opposed to my initial thoughts on the matter which basically amounted to an ‘ew’ reaction, much like when you step into a pile of dog crap.
I’ve come to think that all forms of fundamentalism are bad. I don’t limit this leaning to religious fundamentalism. If there were an equivalent term for atheist fundamentalism, I’d say it was as repulsive as the religious variety. Even as a kid, I knew there was something creepy about fundamentalism. I grew up in a fire and brimstone type atmosphere. Church, tent revivals, faith healings, and other related events were the norm for me. Attendance was required. Unlike some folks who find the act of going to church to be a pleasant social outlet, I often found it scary, overwhelming, and confusing. God was to be praised and feared. The end was nigh. My childhood TV pals weren’t Burt and Ernie, but a constant stream of Pat Robertson and Jim and Tammy Faye. Nuclear war was coming. The Russians, led by the Anti Christ would bring about the rapture, and you better have your soul in order before that occurred! By the time I was 5, I had been ‘faith healed’ of a congenital eye problem I have. (For the record, I’m still blind as a bat.) I remember very clearly being on the stage and the preacher floor flopping the faithful left and right. I couldn’t feel any other worldly presences, but all of the adults were collapsing to the floor when the preacher touched them, so I did too. The preacher pronounced me healed; too bad it didn’t actually affect my sight. When I mentioned this, I was told that only the faithful get a miracle, so I had to believe harder. By the time I was eight, I was so scared of God that I wouldn’t even speak his name for fear that I might attract his wrath somehow for interrupting him in the middle of some more important task. I remember crying my self to sleep many times, wondering why God was going to blow up the planet and what would happen to all of the sinners who were doomed to a fiery eternity. At fifteen, I patently refused to attend church anymore. The pressure of worshiping a god who seemed bent on killing everyone on the planet had me resenting all religions. Any questions I asked that fell outside of the church doctrine were immediately answered with long drawn out lectures which I termed ‘God talks’. The answers really never cleared anything up for me, and in fact, created more unanswerable questions. I finally gave up trying to force the dogma to make sense and let it go.
Fast forward to today. I am not afraid anymore. What I am is a bit disgusted. Fundamentalism essentially slams the door closed on healthy discourse, questioning of church officials, exploration of alternate views, etc… Fundamentalism is a roadblock to communication. I love my family, but there are some things we simply can not discuss because fundamentalism gets in the damn way. I would guess, in part, that’s the reason I’m talking about some of this stuff here. I need to verbalize my frustration in some way. I haven’t ruled out the possibility of a creator by any means, but I also don’t think he/she/it is standing at the ready with a finger on the trigger waiting to blow us all away either. I’m pretty lucky to have a very diverse group of friends who believe in everything from atheism to animism. Their views are interesting, although I may not buy any of it. At least they don’t try to tell me their way is the one true way, and hey, if lighting a positive energy candle once a day helps my pal make sense of the world, good for him. So fundamentalism isn’t the same as religion, yes? What I find discouraging is the cavalier attitude I’ve found towards fundies. These people really, really, really, really believe in what they are saying, although IMHO that belief is driven by fear. As soon as fear enters the equation, minds close like traps. Fundamentalists of any sect don’t need our derision. This only strengthens the hold that their fear has over them. Ex. ‘See, I knew those atheists/wiccans/UFO-ers are just trying to lead me astray. This guy not only challenged my beliefs but he called me names, thus hurting my feelings, thus making me not like him, thus confirming my initial dislike of his ‘weird views’. My preacher/imam/clergy was right, I should shun him.’
What is the solution to opening up fear closed minds? I dunno, but if someone can figure it out, box it, and sell it, they’d become a billionaire.
BTW, my tone of voice isn’t really snarky here, more like weary with a touch of anger but not at any forum member here.
I’ve come to think that all forms of fundamentalism are bad. I don’t limit this leaning to religious fundamentalism. If there were an equivalent term for atheist fundamentalism, I’d say it was as repulsive as the religious variety. Even as a kid, I knew there was something creepy about fundamentalism. I grew up in a fire and brimstone type atmosphere. Church, tent revivals, faith healings, and other related events were the norm for me. Attendance was required. Unlike some folks who find the act of going to church to be a pleasant social outlet, I often found it scary, overwhelming, and confusing. God was to be praised and feared. The end was nigh. My childhood TV pals weren’t Burt and Ernie, but a constant stream of Pat Robertson and Jim and Tammy Faye. Nuclear war was coming. The Russians, led by the Anti Christ would bring about the rapture, and you better have your soul in order before that occurred! By the time I was 5, I had been ‘faith healed’ of a congenital eye problem I have. (For the record, I’m still blind as a bat.) I remember very clearly being on the stage and the preacher floor flopping the faithful left and right. I couldn’t feel any other worldly presences, but all of the adults were collapsing to the floor when the preacher touched them, so I did too. The preacher pronounced me healed; too bad it didn’t actually affect my sight. When I mentioned this, I was told that only the faithful get a miracle, so I had to believe harder. By the time I was eight, I was so scared of God that I wouldn’t even speak his name for fear that I might attract his wrath somehow for interrupting him in the middle of some more important task. I remember crying my self to sleep many times, wondering why God was going to blow up the planet and what would happen to all of the sinners who were doomed to a fiery eternity. At fifteen, I patently refused to attend church anymore. The pressure of worshiping a god who seemed bent on killing everyone on the planet had me resenting all religions. Any questions I asked that fell outside of the church doctrine were immediately answered with long drawn out lectures which I termed ‘God talks’. The answers really never cleared anything up for me, and in fact, created more unanswerable questions. I finally gave up trying to force the dogma to make sense and let it go.
Fast forward to today. I am not afraid anymore. What I am is a bit disgusted. Fundamentalism essentially slams the door closed on healthy discourse, questioning of church officials, exploration of alternate views, etc… Fundamentalism is a roadblock to communication. I love my family, but there are some things we simply can not discuss because fundamentalism gets in the damn way. I would guess, in part, that’s the reason I’m talking about some of this stuff here. I need to verbalize my frustration in some way. I haven’t ruled out the possibility of a creator by any means, but I also don’t think he/she/it is standing at the ready with a finger on the trigger waiting to blow us all away either. I’m pretty lucky to have a very diverse group of friends who believe in everything from atheism to animism. Their views are interesting, although I may not buy any of it. At least they don’t try to tell me their way is the one true way, and hey, if lighting a positive energy candle once a day helps my pal make sense of the world, good for him. So fundamentalism isn’t the same as religion, yes? What I find discouraging is the cavalier attitude I’ve found towards fundies. These people really, really, really, really believe in what they are saying, although IMHO that belief is driven by fear. As soon as fear enters the equation, minds close like traps. Fundamentalists of any sect don’t need our derision. This only strengthens the hold that their fear has over them. Ex. ‘See, I knew those atheists/wiccans/UFO-ers are just trying to lead me astray. This guy not only challenged my beliefs but he called me names, thus hurting my feelings, thus making me not like him, thus confirming my initial dislike of his ‘weird views’. My preacher/imam/clergy was right, I should shun him.’
What is the solution to opening up fear closed minds? I dunno, but if someone can figure it out, box it, and sell it, they’d become a billionaire.
BTW, my tone of voice isn’t really snarky here, more like weary with a touch of anger but not at any forum member here.