Fatherhood at Christian retreats

PZ Myers linked this Matt Tiabbi story from Rolling Stone ("Jesus Made Me Puke"), wherein the writer infiltrates a Ted Hagee weekend retreat. To get a look at the unbridled craziness. And it worked, of course.

Really good and entertaining writing, and also some fatherhood issues worth keeping track of. First, the main pastor himself was - of course - abandoned by his dad. This is all part of "the wound":

The wound theory was a piece of schlock biblical Freudianism in which everyone had one traumatic event from their childhood that had left a wound. The wound necessarily had been inflicted by another person, and bitterness toward that person had corrupted our spirits and alienated us from God. Here at the retreat we would identify this wound and learn to confront and forgive our transgressors, a process that would leave us cleansed of bitterness and hatred and free to receive the full benefits of Christ.

In the context of the wound theory, Fortenberry's tale suddenly made more sense. Being taken on that eighteen-hole golf trip with the barmaid, and watching his family ditched by Dad, had been his wound. It was a wound, Fortenberry explained, because his father's abandonment had crushed his "normal."

"And I was wounded," he whispered dramatically. "My dad had ruined my normal!"

The crowd murmured affirmatively, apparently knowing what it was to have a crushed normal.

Then, the writer has to make up his own story:

"Hello," I said, taking a deep breath. "My name is Matt. My father was an alcoholic circus clown who used to beat me with his oversize shoes."

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I looked around the table and saw three flatlined, plainly indifferent psyches plus one mildly unnerved Morgan staring back at me. I could tell that my coach and former soldier had been briefly possessed by the fear that a terrible joke was being played on his group. But then I actually saw him dismissing the thought — after all, who would do such a thing? I managed to tie up my confession with a tale about turning into a drug addict in my midtwenties — at least that much was true — and being startled into sobriety and religion after learning of my estranged clown father's passing from cirrhosis.

It was a testament to how dysfunctional the group was that my story flew more or less without comment.

It gets even more hiliarious from there, as the writer realizes that this might not have been the most productive lie -- since he has to now spend a weekend writing his autobiography....

"I laugh about it now, but once he chased me, drunk, in his Fudgie the Whale costume. He chased me into the bathroom, laid me across the toilet seat and hit me with his fins, which underneath were still a man's hands."

Awesome. But it gets serious again with the father issues at hand...

Virtually all of the participants of the Encounter identified either one or both of their parents as their "offender," and much of what Fortenberry was talking about in his instructional sessions was how to replace the godless atmosphere of abuse or neglect that the offenders had provided us with God and the church. He was taking broken people and giving them a road map to a new set of parents, a new family — your basic cultist bait-and-switch formula for cutting old emotional ties and redirecting that psychic energy toward the desired new destination. That connection would become more overt later in the weekend, but early on, this ur-father propaganda was the only thing I could see that separated Encounter Weekend from the typical self-help dreck of the secular world.

Of course, the writer soon discovers that his hosts view all this as an eternal struggle, a "generational curse." And worse, he starts to see how effective these rituals are in transforming inner personalities of even a jaded writer like himself:

by my third day I began to notice how effortlessly my soft-spoken Matt-mannequin was going through his robotic motions of praise, and I was shocked. For a brief, fleeting moment I could see how under different circumstances it would be easy enough to bury your "sinful" self far under the skin of your outer Christian and to just travel through life this way. So long as you go through all the motions, no one will care who you really are underneath. And besides, so long as you are going through all the motions, never breaking the facade, who are you really? It was an incomplete thought, but it was a scary one; it was the very first time I worried that the experience of entering this world might prove to be anything more than an unusually tiring assignment. I feared for my normal.

Overall, a very good piece worth assigning. Or, his forthcoming book.

Robertson's empire

Virginia Quarterly Review presents "The Christian With Four Aces", a Pat Robertson bio piece. Very good. Interesting episode about his full-bore entry into politics -- after the death of his father.

To avoid the risk of alienating potential givers, Robertson’s one on-air rule was no discussion of politics. Even when Robertson’s father was running for reelection to the Senate in 1966, Robertson stayed decidedly out of the political arena. He later explained that God had told him not to get involved by campaigning for his father. “You cannot tie my eternal purpose to the success of any political candidate,” God said. Robertson insisted his role was to save souls and not to influence voters.

That political neutrality changed with two events—Watergate in 1972, and his father’s death in 1974; the first outraged him, and the second, perhaps, freed him to express that outrage. Robertson covered the Watergate scandal extensively on the network, repeatedly voicing his sense of betrayal and anger toward the White House. When Jimmy Carter—a fellow Baptist—ran for office, Robertson interviewed him and followed his campaign with great interest, but he soon grew dissatisfied by Carter as well. Eventually, as the Carter administration faltered, Robertson began to offer, to what he saw as the alienated Christian right, his own politics as an alternative.

So this is a key point, though it's hard to see how to interpret his relationship with his father without more details. Maybe there's a full-length bio about it.

Harry Potter and narrative

Article from Michael Berube on how Harry Potter has helped his kid (who has Down's Syndrome) to understand narrative. (pdf) Some interesting reflections on the orphan/dead father factor, as well as on why we as people tell stories.

Could also assign this early on with Gilgamesh - some of the themes are similar: "we tell stories partially because we know we are going to die." (Reference here to Frank Kermode's The Sense of an Ending: Studies in the Theory of Fiction, 1967)

Another reference to check out: EM Forster's Aspects of the Novel (1927), which states something along the lines of: "'The King died and then the queen died.' is a story. 'The King died and then the Queen died of grief.' is a plot."