Okay, WARNING: this is a LONG, multi-part post, but I believe it is well worth it to those who appreciate the spiritual element to our modernity problem.
Over the last few years I have met a number of people who clearly have a good head on their shoulders and who have grave and seemingly impassible reservations about Christianity. These people have a good grasp of the problems of our modern world. They understand who the trouble-makers are. They understand the tools the trouble-makers use. They are hungrily seeking an alternative to global consumerism. They have sworn off porn, they have sworn off all kinds of the vices and illusions of our age. They are looking to the past for answers, seeking out the traditions of their forebears. Many of them look at Christianity, even at traditional Christianity, and simply cannot entertain the idea that the truth can be there.
“If Christianity is true,” they reason, “how did it let the world get this way? If Christianity is true, what can it possibly offer me and my loved ones right now in this horrible state of the world? I clearly understand the situation better than the clueless Christians I know, so why should I look to their religion for enlightenment?”
Others point out the following:
“Jesus was a weakling and/or failure who promoted the very cowardice that will only take Christians (especially White Christians and European identity) from an extremely precarious situation to full-scale annihilation.”
“The various churches have played a significant role — sometimes even a leading role — in the very social decay we are suffering from.”
“Christianity is a Jewish outgrowth. Through careful investigation of history and current social phenomena, I clearly see that, for the most part, Jewry has been holding the rest of the nations of the world in contempt and labors endlessly to undermine their ethnic and cultural integrity. I am looking not for a Jew-religion, but for a religion that actually belongs to my people.”
“Christianity is a globalist/universalist ideology. Globalism, be it economic or cultural, is a proven disaster. What need have I of a globalist religion such as Christianity?”
In my experience, this sums up the types of objections that I hear from people regarding Christianity — from people who nonetheless share a significant amount of my values. That’s what the focus is here. I’m not going to spend time here dealing with the objections of atheists, for example. Also, if this isn’t yet obvious, the cultural questions will be addressed from a Euro-centric or white-centric point of view. However, a non-White person who shares my values and is interested in these matters, is certainly encouraged to consider the following and apply it to his own people.
As many of my readers know, I am unabashedly “racist”. This racism, however, is based simply in preferring the society and well-being of the people more closely related to me — by blood and culture — over those who are distant. This position, which is not any kind of real “bigotry” and which has been perfectly normal for people throughout countless millennia, has only recently become scandalous in our present clown world. I am a reasonable man of good will even to individuals who are foreign to me, provided they too are reasonable people of good-will.
I realize that, ultimately, matters so deep in a person as religious conviction is something that is the work of God, all that I can do here is provide some insights which might prove helpful to some people. Even if I were to answer every possible objection that people have to Christianity, there still has to be a willingness in the heart to actually live out the kind of faith that is so needed right now. Pray, therefore, to the Almighty and make a sincere request for an open heart and for guidance every day.
I will start by giving a brief biography of my religious life, as I believe my experiences in Protestantism, Judaism, and Catholicism allow me to make sense of religious controversies — such as the one under discussion — better than many others. It is a story that provides quite a good glimpse, I think, about what people have to go through in a global marketplace type of world in order to arrive at a sense of identity in both the cultural and religious sphere.
I was born Catholic. My great-grandfather had emigrated from Polish Galicia shortly before WWI to settle in Detroit. In those days, American cities had robust ethnic neighborhoods for Europeans (not just for non-whites, as it is today) and it was the type of environment wherein people could quite easily maintain their language, traditional way of life, and ethnic cohesion. You could easily live your whole life without any meaningful “assimilation” into the American mainstream. Polish was the first language of my grandparents and all of their siblings; in fact, I had some great-aunts who could not speak any English. The next generation faced a lot of assimilation pressures. I won’t go deep into the details here because if you are interested, the man I recommend to you is E. Michael Jones. Please check out his book The Slaughter of the Cities or at least listen to him discuss this book. Everything he describes regarding the plight of the white ethnic neighborhood accords exactly with what my grandmother told me about the disastrous transformation of Detroit during the 1960s — a transformation which took it from being the “Paris of America” to being the notorious hell-hole everybody now knows it as. The massive importation of blacks into Detroit was a social engineering program which drove countless whites out of Detroit — out of neighborhoods which took generations to build — into new suburbs which had no quality of “belonging” to anyone in particular. My grandpa and grandma simply did not want to continue to tolerate having their kids — my father and uncle — facing dangerous gangs of black thugs to and from school. (In order to protect himself, my dad would go to school with a homemade mace — a baseball bat with large nails sticking out of it.)
They moved to the suburbs, as did many of my aunts and uncles. My dad’s generation was the first to start to lose the language. When you are not living in an ethnic enclave, you don’t want to be “different”. It’s so much easier to just go with the flow. Looking at it now, many people can recognize that the rapid suburbanization of the 1960s and following decades was a prototype of the present globalization regime: we went from having communities that people identified with — based in shared blood, shared religion, and shared neighborhoods — to being geographically distanced from relatives, living among strangers, mothers working, kids effectively raised in schools run by strangers, or else, raised largely by the increasingly important medium of cable TV.
Then there is the withering away of religion: in past generations, even if a particular individual (or household) had been weaker than average in the faith department, he still would have been surrounded by people and institutions of faith. On Sundays, virtually your whole community would be in church, even if you weren’t the most fervent believer, you might as well go just to hear a good homily and afterwards socialize and let you kids play with other kids. A good deal of religion will just “rub off” onto a person in this way. In modern America, however, characterized as it is by the anonymity of sprawling identity-free suburbs, strip malls, and Sunday TV, attending church is more and more a thing reserved for the very intentional.
“Why would you go to church?” society asks. The very being that tempted Christ in the wilderness with the panorama of all the world’s wealth, says, “Look, I believe in God, too, but church is so outdated. And we know that the people who run the churches are generally no holier than you or I. To go to church is naive — surely, you’re not one of those, are you? No, of course not. You’re too enlightened for that. By the way, did you see that scientists have discovered that the faith-feeling is largely bio-chemical and rooted in genetics? Anyways, don’t forget, Meijer’s is selling everything you need ahead of the big game. The Red Wings could clinch the playoffs today! Gonna be good!”
My parents very rarely went to church when I was a kid. Sure, they believed in God, but they just didn’t believe in going to church. My grandparents would take me and my brother to Sunday Mass whenever we stayed at their place for the weekend. Grandma also saw to it that we went to catechism class once a week and received the Sacrament of Confirmation. Nonetheless, my immersion in Catholicism was very shallow and intermittent. My views were far more the result of taking in the elements of my environment than any of the scant religious instruction I received. Having my own children now, I now know especially well how this works.
Not long after my 18th birthday, I joined the Marines. My time there was a time of intense religious exploration. I had always believed in God and now I had all these interesting avenues to God surrounding me all the time. It is true enough that the towns immediately outside of military bases are loaded with strip clubs and pawn shops, but they also have a ton of evangelists prowling the streets in hope of saving the souls of the young lost sheep who wind up in America’s armed forces. On any evening off and on weekend liberty, I would attend Bible studies. Several of them — all from a different point of view. Some of my platoon mates jokingly called me “Moses” because I always had a pocket Bible on me and would often hike up a high nearby hill just to get away from all the commotion and pray or read the Bible in peace.
The one thing that these various shepherds had in common was their disdain for Catholicism. Being young and impressionable — and not really having much grounding at all in Catholicism — it was not too difficult to convince me that the wholehearted search for God’s truth required me to jettison all the “non-biblical” and “papist” things of my grandparents’ faith (such as “praying to Mary” and “believing in the Pope” etc., etc.) and to run all things through that dependable ol’ filter of Sola Scriptura.
Thus began a years-long quest for the Christian truth. This quest would end up taking me (and eventually, my wife) through various Protestant churches , as we were continually faced with the challenge of taking our (badly fragmented) understanding of doctrinal matters to their logical conclusions — which often meant finding a “truer” church. Once in a newer, truer church, we would learn and grow until, once again, we felt convinced that there were serious errors; either with their interpretation of the Bible or with their way of administration or with their values or priorities or practical emphases. On and on it went in this way. Mind you, sometimes it wasn’t a matter of our pickiness. Once a doctrinal conflict that originated among church leaders decimated a church we were in.
All of this took its toll on us. Aside from feeling like we never really found “home” in these churches, we also had had this growing impression that there was something fundamentally “off” — either in us or in Christianity itself. My deep-rooted sense of basic right-and-wrong, justice, strength, manliness, and martial character was always under some manner of Christian disapproval. Even in instances where I had admitted to myself that I was weak in a given Christian virtue, it nonetheless did not seem to me that the path of extreme self-destruction insisted upon by my fellow Christians could be really be right. I remember particularly 2008, when there was all the Obama-mania everywhere, how frequently I encountered Christianity-based defenses of Obama’s socialist policy platform. As a small-business owner, I found this very disturbing: you mean to tell me that all sorts of lazy and entitled turds should get the fruits of my labor somehow “because Jesus”? No thanks. Additionally, these rainbow flags were popping up on more and more churches — seemed like half the churches in town were trying to out-fag one another.
The “Christian” ethic of self-destruction was very far-reaching in my experience. For one instance — and there are many more which are essentially similar — I had become friends with a minister who did not provide reasonable material care for his wife and three children nor give them much of his personal presence. Instead, he spent a great deal of time publishing newsletters, evangelizing, and holding camp meetings, many of them on other continents, while his family suffered needless poverty and languished without his fatherly nurture and leadership. Today he is divorced and his children suffer serious emotional problems (two of them are dabbling in homosex — presumably looking in all the wrong ways for the love of a father that was not really there). More and more, I saw that so much of Christian “goodness” is focused on strangers very far from home, often literally on the other side of the globe. I started to doubt the true good of it.
In another example, a friend of ours acquired an orphanage in Uganda, and ran it — sometimes personally there in Africa and sometimes remotely from the USA. This attempt at around-the-globe do-gooding was defrauded by two separate acts of embezzlement (and other crimes) by the local (dindu) management! I don’t bring up these two examples for what they are at face value. Yes, I get it; people can prioritize wrongly, people can steal, etc. I bring these up because of the underlying fatal flaw that started to make a stronger and stronger impression on me. It would still take a while to see it plainly, but it was percolating up.
There is another important aspect of my experience in (Protestant) Christianity, something a friend and I would later dub “the Reductio ad Judentum“. Simply put, a great portion of the more serious Protestants have an incredibly deep reverence for and deference to the Jews and Judaism. It seems to me that this flows naturally from the Protestant commitment to Sola Scriptura. Secondarily, it flows from the Protestant tendency of the individual to interpret Scripture as he sees best. I realize this is a big claim and I am aware that it’s validity varies depending on where in the timeline of history a given Protestant church arises from. Some of the older Protestant churches have long ago become calcified into stable forms and the membership is not as interested in unearthing “truths” of radical reinterpretation of the Bible as they are in enjoying the stability and society of an established church. However, the newer, more unstable side of the Protestant spectrum (where I spent most of my time), is still combating the “pagan” (read, “European”) corruptions of what they hold to be the “Harlot of Rome”. Not only is the Papacy and the veneration of Mary and all the Saints non-biblical, not only is praying the rosary “pagan”, but, so is Easter, and so is Christmas, indeed, even Sunday is a papist substitution for the biblical Sabbath starting at Friday night and lasting until Saturday night. Invariably, every critique of traditional “erroneous” Christian institutions seeks clarification from the “People of the Book”, also known as “God’s Chosen People”. It is like the proverbial thread which is pulled until the sweater is undone. There are actually a lot of people who start with critiquing the RCC’s devotion to the Saints and years later end up celebrating a “Christian” Passover.
Even in cases where Protestant churches are not larping as synagogues, there is nonetheless, more often than not, a tendency to consider Judaism a pure and godly religion and a totally valid path by which Jews may achieve salvation. We now live in an era that suffers from the multiplication of capital-T Truths. The common attitude today is that everybody has their own “Truth”. The notion of a solitary, absolute Truth went out of style with the Enlightenment and Reformation. (These two huge events in European history are very closely related, by the way. I don’t have time to get into it here, but they, and the Industrial Revolution are some of the worst things that every happened and it is no coincidence that that are clustered so closed together in time.) So, Protestants, attempting to stave off any rock-throwing near their own glass house, are on the whole reluctant to criticize other rebels, including the Jews, who are, after all, “God’s Chosen People”. (Yes, that’s definitely sarcasm.)
Obviously, while indulging in the above tangent, I’ve strayed pretty far from describing my understanding of things at the time. It took a lot of time to get to where I am. Also, if you are a Protestant, am not trying to belittle your faith; please bear with me a bit longer. Believe me, the RCC is going to get a tongue-lashing as well…
Anyways, my wanderings in Protestantism never really got me into one of those synagogue-style churches, instead, I wound up actual Jewish synagogues. To condense my thoughts, it basically came down to: “Okay, I guess Christianity is a disordered mess, plus it’s gay-friendly and demands weakness, plus they always defer to the Jews, i.e., God’s Chosen People, who, after all, according to just about every Christian, have their own totally valid way to Salvation, so why not just check them out? I did know at the time that (non-Orthodox) Jews were almost always extremely liberal, but the religious (i.e., Orthodox) ones that I had made acquaintance with seemed cool. At first glance, they seem really conservative, they have a vital and tight-knit community, they demand actual achievement from their kids, they are organized and hierarchical, they live in a patriarchy, and they are really intelligent. Plus, they live out (or so it seems) all the Old Testament customs that Protestantism had taught me to revere with near envy.
To be continued…