I realized I hadn't seen anything randomly beautiful in a little while, and realized I hadn't been reading BoingBoing, a "directory of wonderful things". I originally started reading because Cory Doctorow blogs there, and he's a science fiction writer who really groks what's going on.
Anyway, I see he blogged on Mars Hill, a "megachurch" in Seattle that I went to almost a decade ago.
First off, Mars Hill is a shining example of an effective Christian evangelical movement. If you are evangelical, you should be going to this church. It beats all other fundamentalist evangelical churches pants down.
That said, two quotes from the article sum up the reasons I don't go to Mars Hill anymore:
"Mark Driscoll's Jesus is no sandal-wearing pacifist. When Driscoll invokes his Lord, he describes an uncompromising disciplinarian who demands utter obedience from his followers in exchange for rescue from an eternity in hell."
"The pastor's wife gave Abolafya a book to study called "The Fruit of Her Hands," which can essentially be summed up in Ephesians 5:22: "Wives, submit to your own husbands as to the Lord." When Abolafya stretched out on her couch one evening to read the first chapter of the book, she screamed and threw it across the room. "
When I started going, we only had a couple of hundred members, now they have something like 4,000. I met people from that church through a community house I lived in the U-District with my cousin Matt. Good times, Good times.
There were ton's of parties, drinking wine and beer, talking about philosophy, listening to cool music, dancing like fools. The people at these "get togethers" were intellectual, sensitive, liberal and devastatingly hip. And they were also madly in love with Jesus. They always listened and helped, and were ready to laugh or cry with you about whatever. Not even close to your average, shallow churchgoer, and I loved them dearly.
(Pastor) Mark was much more intense and dogmatic than what I've describing, but he was also one of the smartest guys in the room. He read something like a book a day, and can talk to you about anything. I remember being really confused by someone who was obviously intelligent and educated, but also passionately believed in fundamentalist Christianity. And he got good, smart people to follow him, that's definitely the key to his success.
Even before I started going to Mars Hill, I had serious doubts about some very basic Christian doctrines: 1) The Authority of the Church, 2) The Divinity of Christ, and 3) the Infallibility of Scripture. Deciding on these things didn't come easy, especially when you're indoctrinated to believe that you'll go to hell if you make the wrong choices.
The Bible I heard preached in church did not match the one I studied at home. Especially mismatched where the historical and scholarly aspects of scripture; the context in which it was written. I guess, in order for there to be faith there must be blindness.
Eventually I realized it was crazy to believe this particular book was infallible while the rest of them weren't, especially since it was full of inconsistencies. And when I fully realized it said that women were second class citizens (over and over again), and that leaders should be unquestionably followed (over and over again), that was pretty much it.
If you are a fundamentalist Christian (and Mars Hill members are fundamentalists, regardless of their clothing), those paragraphs above were enough to banish me to outer darkness for all eternity (literally). I went from being a "loving, saved brother" to being a "unloving, damned heathen" by deciding that single thing. I'm not in touch with Mars Hill people anymore, and I'm barely in touch with family members who go to Mars Hill. I miss them, always, but things are different between us now. There's nothing new in this story, really, it's the same for people leaving all sorts of different cults and strict religions.
Looking back from the wise old age of thirty, I am SO GLAD I made that choice. I'd do it again, even knowing everything I would loose. Because that way of living is wrong, fundamentally. Not the community, or the faith, or the morals, those are all awesome and are absolutely necessary for anyone to be happy. It's the persistent, infallible, patriarchal, blind power structure that's the issue; keeping people in line decade after decade, century after century, in the name of Jesus.