The Intimidation Factor. Charles Redfern

The Intimidation Factor - Charles Redfern


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stoked those Obama-the-Anti-Christ fears in an e-mail. He was serious. I nearly spilled my coffee on my laptop. I visited one church in which qualms about the Affordable Care Act were delivered as a “prophetic word,” which meant Obamacare’s defenders sided with the devil. All seemed to march to tea party’s drumbeat as they saluted Rush Limbaugh.

      They needed a reply, so I swung partisan in the opposite direction as a balancing act. I joined my local Democratic Town Committee. I also joined my town’s Green Energy Committee, signed on with the board of directors of the state-wide Interreligious Eco-Justice Network, and volunteered for the steering committee for the Connecticut Roundtable on Climate and Jobs (a labor-environmentalist-clergy alliance advocating sound ecological policies). I wrote for an on-line religious journal in Connecticut before becoming a HuffPost contributor in 2011 (one friend described my columns as “rants”), then fanned out to other publications. I was even a panelist at conferences on climate change, both in Connecticut and in Washington DC.

      What a thrill. I always wanted to be a panelist.

      Meanwhile, my family hacked through the Great Recession’s brambles as I dropped job applications into the era’s black hole. Not even temp agencies wanted me. The bank account dried up. We missed mortgage payments, filed for relief, and threaded the lender’s maze: Bank representatives claimed they lost the paper work and asked us to re-file; collectors threatened foreclosure unless they received this month’s check. Our mortgage company was later cited for abuse.

      I asked myself the dreaded question as I muttered on my neighborhood walks: Am I being evicted from my spiritual home as well as my physical home? Am I really a bona fide evangelical? I fit nowhere: Not with Pentecostals (tried that), not with right-wing evangelicalism, not with so-called progressive Christianity (I visited some theologically liberal gatherings; they felt like spiritual dead zones). I loved the Vineyard, but the association hadn’t planted any churches in the Hartford area.

      Finally, I remembered the American Baptist Churches, the denomination that ordained me right out of seminary. They always treated me well. I scheduled a meeting with Connecticut’s executive director. Could I come back if I wolfed down humble pie?

      Yes. They’d welcome me back—with open arms, even, especially since my ordination was still active (miracle of miracles: someone forgot to file the paperwork). Soon, I was the salaried, intentional interim at a church in a mid-Connecticut city. We caught up on our mortgage payments and silenced the bill collectors. The people of that church lauded me in job reviews while giving me helpful critiques and took no offense at my politics. I could even make those trips to Washington DC and hobnob with leaders in the evangelical environmental movement. I no longer walked in fear of bullies. The same was true at another intentional interim pastorate at a church near New London.

      I eventually saw the weaknesses of today’s condescending Democratic Party (all pro-lifers and supporters of traditional marriage were “extremists”) and distanced myself from overt partisanship.

      Then calamity struck: My cancer revived with a vengeance. Surgeons sliced out a huge chunk of my tongue in August of 2015 and rebuilt it with skin from my left arm. The disease struck my entire mouth in January 2016. We beat it back with rugged chemotherapy, complimented by radiation, but then it spread to an area near my sternum and returned to my tongue. Radiation burned it away from my sternum and more chemotherapy jailed it on my tongue, but I was told my cancer was incurable. I now speak with a severe speech impediment and can only eat soft food.

      I saw it now. The back-to-the-Bible people have drifted from the Scriptures, enticed by the allure of earthly power. But earthly power demands earthly weaponry. To put it in the Apostle Paul’s language, we participate in the “acts of the flesh,” among which are “hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions, and envy” (Galatians 5:20–20). We emulate bullies instead of peacemakers and employ intimidation instead of sound argument and grace. We abandon Jesus’s operating motif, found in Matthew 20:28: “The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve.” We forget the insight of 2 Corinthians 12:9: God’s power is “made perfect in weakness.”

      We’ll see how far evangelicals have drifted in the following chapters.

      1. Ladd wrote his analysis in the scholarly The Presence of the Future and the more approachable The Gospel of the Kingdom.

      2. See Smith, Revivalism and Social Concern.

      3. Marsden, Reforming Fundamentalism, 62.

      4. Griswold, “Billy Graham’s Striking Gospel of Social Action,” The New Yorker, 2/23/2018.

      5. Dayton & Strong, Rediscovering an Evangelical Heritage, 49–51.

      6. See Wimber, “A Hunger for God,” in Springer, ed., Power Encounters Among Christians in the Western World, 3–14.

      7. This “radical middle” terminology is used in Jackson, The Quest for the Radical Middle: A History of the Vineyard.

      8. Pulliam Bailey, “The Trump Effect?,” Washington Post web site, 10/19/2016; Jones & Cox. “Clinton maintains double-digit lead (51% vs. 36%) over Trump.” PRRI. 2016.

      Part One

      Tips of the Iceberg

      Case Studies in Intimidation

      2

      Climate Change and a Heretic Hunt

      Few arenas display Evangelicalism’s bully takeover more than climate change, where the coal mine’s canary has been hacking, spitting, and turning blue.

      Deniers of the scientific consensus, often trained in political advocacy and marketing techniques, yell at the bird. They question its motives, tell it the fumes are imaginary, and drop hints that it’s wheezing a heretical wheeze. Consensus-driven evangelical moderates rallied to the cause at first, then muted their voices when the fists slammed the tables. The sad result: The deniers hogged the microphone for far too long, needlessly embarrassing biblically-centered Christianity and harming the Gospel’s advocacy.

      I deeply respect the NAE, which represents forty member denominations and a plethora of groups and individuals. I admire its recently-retired president, Leith Anderson. He wisely shepherded the organization through pain and controversy when he took the helm in 2006. I have no wish to sully its reputation. But the NAE’s slow response, however


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