Moral Voters
by
Tom Engelhardt
and Lisa Lambert
by Tom Engelhardt and
Lisa Lambert
Every
spring, I spend many weeks at the Graduate School of Journalism
at the University of California in Berkeley teaching young journalists.
I essentially become an editor to a group of them for a semester.
They are always immensely lively and invariably produce pieces that
surprise me. Though I get paid for this, I should really pay someone
for the essential pleasure of working with young writers.
Below, you'll find the first of two pieces I'll be posting at Tomdispatch
that came out of my class. Lisa Lambert offers what to my mind is
an original (and personal) vision of the President's "moral" voters.
Her piece will also appear this Sunday in the San Francisco Chronicle's
Insight section. ~ Tom
GodAssault:
Morality as the Ultimate Game
By
Lisa Lambert
Because certain trees are sprouting in the Middle East, the world
will soon end. Because the European Union has grown to its current
size, fiery death and plagues of locusts are about to descend
on the planet. Because Israel established a homeland, non-believers
will, in a short while, suffer agonizing horrors before being
damned to an eternity of pain.
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This summer, I joined the rush hour in San Bernardino. Every day,
descending the final hill from Los Angeles into the fastest growing
region in California, I tuned into Christian radio station K-Wave.
The station broadcast lessons on Christ-sanctioned financial planning
as well as sermons on faith-rooted marriages. But its mission
of missions was to map out, just the way the Weather Channel describes
approaching storm fronts, the end of the world now bearing down
upon us.
The deep voice of Pastor Chuck Smith filled my car each morning.
Founder of Calvary Chapel, a "mega-church" with a publishing company,
Bible colleges, and franchises in every state, Pastor Chuck inspired
two followers to write the best-selling Left
Behind novels about the Apocalypse. Soon obsessed with the
station, I started wishing my Democratic friends in L.A. would join
me in K-Wave's freeway congregation.
Each evening I returned home to find them wringing their hands
over the possibility that a born-again Christian president, who
laced his speeches with secret signals to fellow worshippers and
considered praying his most important action before starting an
unjust war, might be re-elected and re-elected by religious
nuts so stupid they believed Sesame Street's Bert and Ernie were
lovers.
As it happened, those "nuts" won the election for the president.
Ill-prepared newscasters promptly relabeled them "moral voters,"
showing how little they understood about the new religion practiced
in Calvary Chapel.
Democrats could, of course, have turned on K-Wave (or its equivalent),
but even then they might not have grasped the most basic element
of Calvary Chapel: It isn't guided by the outside world's concept
of the Christian right's stern and unforgiving morals code.
While Calvary Chapel encourages Christians to enjoy "fellowship"
with God, the doctrine it preaches is guided not by any ordinary
sense of morality but by a gruesome vision of the end of the world
and a set of instructions for how to deal with it.
Listening to that doctrine each morning and evening, I felt the
sensations American audiences first discovering Hong Kong action
flicks must have known: a fascination with the exotic combined
with awe at the extreme violence it displayed. Granted, my perspective
is unusual. Unlike most of my Democratic friends, I was raised
in a church that practiced New Thought Christianity just up the
freeway from Pastor Chuck's compound. It offered a new agey cocktail
of faith, drawing heavily from Buddhism, Hinduism, and transcendentalism.
Just the type of stuff Calvary Chapel abhors.
My childhood of crystals and sunshine made Calvary Chapel-style
evangelism, with its emphasis on conversion and its belief in
testifying to God's power, something strange and deeply mysterious.
I felt like an anthropologist investigating a new culture as I
listened to its broadcasts, and what I found makes me refuse to
picture the organization as an army of moral voters.
Faith,
California-Casual Style
If my liberal friends had accompanied me to the Calvary Chapel
branch in Livermore to meet other listeners they might have wondered
if we were in a real church. The squat, one-room chapel, with
its rows of chairs, resembled a conference room. I, though, recognized
it immediately as California-casual-style worship. New Thought
had had the same laid-back vibe at its gatherings.
Under a 1960's suburban sun, spiritual wanderers established my
childhood church. Around the same time Pastor Chuck began ministering
to Jesus freaks and Republicans in Orange County. My church stagnated
in the 1980's. Its meditation garden now sits empty. Pastor Chuck's
congregation, on the other hand, grew until Calvary Chapel took
up a campus as large as a mall and spread beyond the country's
borders.
My friends might have been surprised that as I sat in this chapel,
where the outline of a dove on the back wall replaced a traditional
altar, I wasn't thinking about morality or stupidity. I was simply
staring at the people around me who wore jeans, shushed babies,
and tried not to kick over their purses on the floor. When the
pastor asked everyone to greet each other, a woman buzzed up to
urgently give me important bullet points from her life. One: She
met her husband at church. Two: Her new baby was named Grace.
I could escape the future of lonely desperation that she'd narrowly
avoided, she implied, by finding a man here.
The Left Behind books serve as Calvary Chapel's literary
touchstone, even though they're closer in quality to Star Wars
paperbacks than anything penned by St. Augustine or St. Thomas
More. In the series, certain people are physically sucked up to
heaven, leaving those who don't make the celestial cut to suffer
through the last, grim days of life on Earth. The people in the
chapel had the feel of those left behind not by God, but by our
world. They weren't losers, but they'd lost out.
Religious scholar Donald E. Miller, who studied Calvary Chapel for
his book Reinventing
American Protestantism, found its congregations to be dominated
by blue-collar Americans. Only 20% of church members had a college
degree. Over half of the pastors Miller surveyed had grown up, or
spent parts of their lives, in single-parent homes; 70% had parents
who abused drugs or alcohol. The numbers were similar for the congregants,
almost a third of whom claimed to have been physically and/or sexually
abused.
In my friends' world, such numbers would be as alien as the Rapture
itself, but I suspect Pastor Chuck knows them intimately. His
mission is to embrace those the world leaves behind and promise
them a new chance in the after-life.
The dove on the chapel wall, I decided, wasn't the typical symbol
of peace found in many Christian art works. In the Old Testament,
a dove lands on Noah's Ark after the entire earth has been flooded,
proving there's land nearby and providing hope for a new life
to all the creatures crammed onto the wooden boat. In the same
way Calvary Chapel's dove offered hope not of peace but of a change
in fortune, at least for those who belong to the church.
Playing
by God's Rules
What liberals might have learned from visiting Livermore, listening
to K-Wave, or reading Calvary Chapel-inspired web
sites is that "morality," at least as they imagine it, is
beside the point. In fact, Calvary Chapel-style Christianity is
a complex system with intricate rules. Think of it as God's game.
Instead of X-Box's MechAssault, this is GodAssault.
If you play the game correctly, you'll receive that change in
fortune. If not here, then in the after-life.
The guidebook to the game's moves is the Bible; the key steps
to winning are in the Book of Revelation. Conventional notions
of "morality," in which people adapt standards of right and wrong
to an ever-changing world, don't hold here. Neither do the teachings
from my childhood, which emphasized enlightenment and a sense
of knowing God through your mind and heart.
In GodAssault, your conscience is not your guide.
The Bible is.
Like many evangelical forms of Protestantism, Calvary Chapel preaches
that everything a Christian needs is written, word by holy word,
in the Bible. In Miller's surveys, everyone from Calvary Chapel's
pastors to its recent converts said they took the Bible literally.
If you read the Book of Revelation as the physical, material truth,
then you come to see God's game as one played in a swirling, planet-devouring
vortex of blood and violence.
Pastor Chuck's main radio work involved describing this unstoppable
Apocalypse, doling out a new chapter each morning. It begins as
the Antichrist arrives on Earth some time after the Jews establish
a Holy Land to annihilate a large percentage of the planet's
population. Then, Christ comes to judge the living and the dead,
sending the bad guys to a just and unspeakably gory end.
Calvary Chapel's Apocalypse, however, bears a resemblance to the
fantasy game Dungeons and Dragons. Just as "D and D" players excel
by learning complicated strategies and knowing arcane sub-rules
of sub-rules, Calvary Chapel Christians win by following a set
of instructions taken straight from the Bible. They must know
the secret passwords, identify their enemies correctly, and understand
what lies beneath the various layers of evil. False prophets will
become popular in the end times, for example, and those who don't
want to be damned will recognize these poseurs and refuse to worship
with them.
Whether heaven's riches are 72 virgins or a beautiful set of angel
wings, Calvary Chapel won't say. Prizes aren't important to the
game, because winning is defined as not losing; not having to
endure unthinkable tortures. And not losing rests on adhering
to all of the rules.
My friends in L.A. wanted to know what this new "morality" meant
in terms of American politics. Was there some way to maneuver
on this new political landscape, dominated by religion, and reclaim
"the moral voter"?
Leading Democrats were also looking to put new moral moves in
their political playbook. At a Roe v. Wade commemoration Hillary
Clinton announced that her once-firm stance on legal abortion
had turned Jell-o soft, showing exactly what churches like Calvary
Chapel mean to politicians. Clinton and other party leaders are
now determined to win over Calvary Chapel-style evangelicals by
taking stands they imagine those Christians will consider "moral."
In the meantime, they hope to preserve their wider political philosophies
in the shadows.
But take heed, oh keepers of the Democratic word, I say unto you:
Lo, do not give into the temptation of moral appearances that
will not bear fruit in the next elections. Change your view on
abortion and they still won't vote for you, Hillary, not if you
don't play the total version of GodAssault.
My
aunt often complained that Eve, her cleaning lady, rambled on
about God and the end of the world while dusting. Eve had dropped
out of community college to marry a drug addict, divorced, and
then married an alcoholic. She couldn't stop having children or
getting fired from part-time jobs.
I liked Eve. As she told me about how she struggled to afford
milk for her kids and gas for her car, I realized that, in this
world with its rules, Eve was on the losing team. But there was
hope in Pastor Chuck's board game of a religion.
I
didn't ask Eve if she attended a Calvary Chapel, but I did hear
her repeat the game's rules. And why shouldn't she? If Eve followed
the game's demands, she would stop suffering one day. She would
win. For all sorts of struggling souls the promise of eternal salvation,
and victory over those left behind, is stronger than any weak pledge
a politician could make.
April
18, 2005
Tom
Engelhardt [send him mail]
is editor of TomDispatch.com,
a project of the Nation
Institute. He
is the author of several books, including The
Last Days of Publishing: A Novel and The
End of Victory Culture. Lisa Lambert, a student at UC Berkeley's
Graduate School of Journalism, rebelled against her upbringing in
adolescence with the radical act of joining an Episcopalian church.
Copyright
© 2005 Lisa Lambert
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