Worthy is Thy Name

Warning: I am about to pick on modern Christianity.

We recently had house guests of the earnest, emo Christian variety.  Lovely people.  Not *my* people, but lovely nonetheless.

First, let me object in principle to any form of Christianity that doesn’t pay attention to kindness in all things, including meat consumption.  I’m not a vegetarian, but I’m not a fan of meat either.  Pigs in particular freak me out.  They are very similar to people physiologically, they are super intelligent, and commercial pig farming is an abomination.  Even if you aren’t against the big farm practices on ethical grounds, consider this: stress and fear are physiological reactions.  There is chemistry that floods any living creature that is in fear.  The animal gets slaughtered after living an entire life in stress and sadness, at the height of its fear response.  You think those hormones don’t soak into the meat?  I got enough to be afraid of, thanks.  I don’t want to eat another creature’s fear too.

What I’m saying is that I stop buying your Christian Kindness the second I find out it doesn’t extend to your diet.

Second.  What does “worthy is thy name” even mean?  And how is it more meaningful when it is sung in an emo dirge at 10:00 on a Sunday morning?  Modern “praise” music is a seething hotbed of drivel littered with random capitalization in the complete absence of proper nouns.  I need my words to mean something.

Third.  This urge to “save” people.  What is it for?  It can’t be for the person you’ve deemed in need of saving.  I go back to Ashana, who talks about withness in ways far more eloquent than I am capable of.  (Read this for a start, but be forewarned.  If you get too far into her blog, you’re going to find out exactly how awful people can be.  You’ll also find out how much a spirit can endure, but it is entirely possible you’ll never be the same.)  No, saving someone is something you do for yourself.  Because it makes *you* feel good.  You save someone because you have this way you think someone else’s life should be and you think you know better than them.  You save someone because you like what it says about you.  If you were serious about doing something for someone, you’d just be *with* them as they figure out how to save themselves.  You believe that they know what needs to be done to get them where they want to go.  And you agree that you’re going to be with them, without judgment, for as long as it takes.

That is all, thanks.

Worthy is Thy Name

8 thoughts on “Worthy is Thy Name

  1. Move Those Mountains! says:

    I so agree with your comments on animals – I am a Christian – not an emo dirgey one :0 – and it bugs me no end that Christians hunt and don’t care about factory farming and other horrible things that animals go are forced to endure. Have you seen the furore about this year’s Crufts?

    I agree too with the last three sentences as well – and now that we’re getting on so well 🙂 I’m not too sure that I am with you on the reasons behind the urge to save people – although actually they probably do play a part, at least sometimes. But I think it’s deeper and more ‘real’ than you suggest.

    Great post – I enjoyed it enormously!


  2. I agree with you about the animals of having lived their entire life of stress and fear just to be slaughtered and get consumed by us, human. That’s why I never eat animals that were once, for a short time, under our custody in preparation for something festive occasion because it just made me feel like I’m so rude and unfair of having made it through to the top of the food chain and do whatever I like since I dominate (as a human) above them all. I’m a Christian myself but I don’t brag anyone to believe what I believe because even some, if not the most, loyal Christian worshipers are more devil than those who don’t have/accept religion, I’ve witnessed this all having studied in a Catholic School. And about doing something for someone, not to mention but I did it at least once in my life, there are legal laws in my country that has to be followed although it’s against your will (not all legal are legal though) but seeing someone who urgently needed your help is like you are so afraid of letting him depart in this world on that very moment when you can actually do something and not to be regretful afterwards of being such a selfish human regardless that I could be on jail for that particular situation.

    I enjoy reading this and I’m sorry for my English, this isn’t my language.


  3. I certainly come from a particular perspective… Having grown up in a deeply Christian sub-culture and having had too much experience with creepy youth pastors… I can own up to my jaded nature and admit to knowing some wonderful human beings who happen to be Christian. It is just that the two things (wonderful and Christian) don’t always go hand in hand, at least not in my experience.

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  4. Yep. It really is wonderful that “pork” can mean so many things. In my case it is occasionally a nice substitute for bullshit. Or I’ll admit at times that I am adding a little pork to a situation. Does it matter that nobody quite understands what that means? No it doesn’t…do a lot of people sorta get it? Sometimes. Is there anyone more annoying than someone who asks for a “pork substitute”…Yikes!

    I like that you are semi-alright with my metaphorical pork Entrope.

    You’re neat (pork-lingo for whatever you want it to mean).


  5. Move Those Mountains! says:

    It’s sadly true – I guess that we’re all a work in progress no matter what faith we have or don’t have – there are certainly many things about me that aren’t in the least bit wonderful 😦


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