My instinctive response to Christian stories

Let me tell you something: I don’t respond well to overtly Christian stories, or songs or tales that suddenly veer to approving mentions or echoes of Christian themes and subjects.

I could call my immediate response similar to that of biting a rotten apple; but I have a few parallels to my feelings, though I’m not entirely comfortable with them, as they are quite harsh.

Suppose you watched a movie and saw it unironically advocate the genetical superiority of der White Race over the others, and show how badness and ruination fall on all who cross the blood-streams.

Suppose you heard a song with no humor, no twist, saying them National Socialists were good folks doing a good job and the pink stars and the yellow stars deserved what they got.

Suppose you read a story that hinged on the well-recognized and unchallenged facts that all women are vacuous, inferior airheads and all homosexuals mincing cowards.

The instinctive reaction of any reasonable person to those would be a twin outburst of “That is not true!” and “That is a rather morally repugnant thing to say!” — usually abbreviated as “What the fuck?”, or something like. Thus ideas like those above are rare: few think they are true, or nice and dandy falsehoods good for spicing a tale with.

The problem is most story-makers tend to think the Christian myths either are true, or if not true then at least something no-one finds hateful and wrong, something people will find inspiration in and sympathy for… and I disagree.

I think that it can be argued, and the argument won, holding that most of the components of the classic Christian story of the world are monstrous and immoral: the Creator and his horridly imperfect and pain-filled creation, for which He takes no responsibility; the horrors God causes doing so while telling us to not play God; the divine assumption of authority and power to give law not by reason or acquired allegiance, but by brute power and nothing more; God’s constant lusting for adoration, and punishing of mere disagreement; the construction of a world where souls are consigned to Hell not because that must be so but merely because God wills it so; the salvation from that fate by groveling at the feet of the ogre that created that place of torture, and the implication that one should be grateful at the cretin that first set your house on fire and then offered to put it out if you but begged; and again and again the pitiful nonsense of the all-powerful and eternal lord of all acting like a spoiled child, subjecting his ant-like subjects to an endless barrage of horror, ignorance, deferred pleasure and unfair choices… which they are expected to take with bovine endurance, spineless submission, and blind adoration of the distant architect of all their sorrows. No thank you — I’d rather not view a tale praising the relationship of the meekest of misery-loving slaves and the most arbitrary of egomaniacal masters.

If you see things like that, like I do, most stories that play Christian themes straight become just as distasteful and horrible as straight playings of racism, Nazism and sexism — and taking them as “just stories” becomes just as uneasy a thing to do. (Not that I can’t do it when the story’s engaging enough. There are movies that are a crackling watch despite being nothing but glorifications of shoot first and ask later, and analyzing them would be a fool’s game!)

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