Tuesday, November 06, 2007

No More Whine For Me, Please

“Christianity’s Girly God” trumpets a new Beliefnet headline, above a lavender-tinted photo of a clapboard church. It’s a teaser for an interview with John Eldredge, who seems to have developed an entire literary career out of advocating for a Christianity more dispositionally suited for he-men like himself.

Now, my first reaction to such stuff was a kind of knee-jerk defensiveness: Who you callin’ girly, Ponytail Boy? And then I sighed at yet another pop-psych example men-are-from-Mars/women-are-from-Venus stereotyping that really does violence to complexity and diversity of human existence. I thought about the undertones of sexism and homophobia that usually accompany appeals to “muscular Christianity.” I thought of the kenotic irony involved in dismissing as “wimpy” and unchallenging Christian values like compassion and self-sacrificing love – which not only dismisses Jesus, but also dismisses the truly hard work of love and compassion. And then I had to laugh at the creative audacity of accusing an institution run almost exclusively by men for two millennia, and either tolerating or actively promoting misogyny for much of that time, of being “feminized” – sort of like kicking a woman down to the ground, holding her there with a jackboot to the neck and then criticizing her for not getting up and making the fight more interesting.

But then…after getting all lathered up about this interview, I wandered into the Beliefnet discussion forum and visited the Lutheran neighborhood, where a discussion is going on about the new hymnals in both the ELCA and LCMS, and about general hymnal vs. bulletin vs. projection worship modalities. One of the posters reported hearing a complaint from a fellow parishioner that the new hymnal in their church was “too heavy.”

Oy veh.

I had the same reaction, reading that, that I had watching a recent news report about children’s increasing alienation from nature, following a group of suburban schoolchildren taking a field trip in a nature preserve: One kid about 10 years old – a strapping lad who looked to have a bright future in caber-tossing or bear-wrestling or some such thing – was actually weeping on camera, whining, “The grass scratches my legs when I walk through it! I hate being outside!”

Oh my God, I thought. We have become a nation of utter wimps, and we are spawning more.

I don’t think that American Christianity’s problem is with a “girly God.” It’s with a wimpy membership whose enculturated intolerance of anything resembling effort or personal discipline or discomfort, much less sacrifice, spans genders and ages and socioeconomic strata.

And – here’s more irony – whiny-ass men who threaten to stay home and pout with their football and beer because they feel that church worship is too sissified, or because they can’t always be the bosses there, are as wimpy, ineffectual and annoying as any other societal whiner. Boo freaking hoo. I’m gettin’ out the world’s smallest violin, fellas.

I don’t know about you, but loving God and loving my neighbor – even and especially the neighbors who make me want to smack them upside the head – are pretty tough assignments; not for the weak of heart or mind or will.

6 comments:

Mary Sue said...

My .sig line on a certain Christian bulletin board right now is a quote from the Simpsons:

Bart: I'm not a robot, I'm a human!
Robot: Tell us what it is like to have feelings.
Bart: I said I'm human, not a girl.

I've found in my observations that it's the men who are most vociferous about being macho, macho men who are also the most likely to crumble into a whiny pile of wussitude when faced with a deck stacked against them. I wonder if this has a lot to do with (white) male privlege?

Hey, here's a novel idea, instead of whining, get off your ass and do something about it.

Also, I have issues with heavy hymnals. See, when I was in broadsword training, I tore my rotator cuff in about 5 different places, so it's still pretty weak and I can't hold much over 5 lbs in my right hand for an extended period of time. I also can't lift my arms over my head for more than a few seconds.

Can I stay home with the football and beer? Can I can I huhuhuh?

Trish said...

We first year seminary students recently took part in an "anti-racism" workshop. However, the whole day was spent talking about racism, sexism, and classism. It's amazing the things you learn about classmates when talking about such issues. I was appalled that one of my classmates basically said that a woman's duty is to be barefoot and pregnant. This post reminded me that being and staying angry at him for his opinions isn't doing me any good and isn't changing him. Thanks for the reminder, and here's to showing that we get further by living out our faith instead of taking other roads.

Anonymous said...

I love this post for so many reasons...Thanks, LC!

-Dash

Verdugo said...

My problem with the ever-popular Eldridge is not that he's scratching some pyschic itch among men who feel excluded from contemporary Christianity. He probably is meeting a real need of some group of men who fall into a particular personality group. My problem is he projects his particular personal personality type onto ALL men, then goes on to project (I'm guess his wife's personality) onto ALL women, with a heavy does of guilt on those who don't fit his conventional stereotypes. Then he tops it off with a heavy dose of circular reasoning. Wild at Heart is rife with stereotypes like "women want to be rescued" that then become self-fulfilling prophesies (women who claim they don't want to be rescued are broken and need psychological counseling, which just goes to prove that the "victim" mode is their natural calling).

Bleeech.

LutheranChik said...

Mary Sue: You've been in broadsword training?! You can do absolutely anything you want...I'll even hold the hymnal for you! Just don't hurt me! LOL

Verdugo: I always get twitchy when people make blanket statements about how "women are" or "men are," even when those statements seem to be in my favor. Human beings are more complicated than that.

Singing Owl said...

Bleech, blechity, blech, blech.

And YAY for your post.