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I'm an LPC (Licensed Professional Counselor), in private practice in Marietta, Georgia. I'm an Episcopagan who is involved in the Emergent Christian conversation. My writings on queer spirituality have been published in Whosoever and several other magazines. I live in a house-in-the-woods (Bear's Hermitage) in Marietta with Leonidas (Lenny) and Guy, Mighty Warrior Cats, and way too many books.


Tuesday, October 17, 2006

What Could Destroy Your Faith?

Over the past year I’ve read several novels that the Book-of-the-Month Club calls “artifact thrillers.” Others call them “religious thrillers,” while others just call them rip-offs of The Da Vinci Code. Beliefnet called them “heretical beach books.”

They usually involve a lost manuscript, Mary Magdalene, the Knights Templar, hidden messages in artwork, Cathars or Essenes – you get the picture. They almost always involve some deep dark secret that, if found out, will supposedly destroy the Christian faith. So the bad guys in these novels often turn out to be high-ranking officials in the Roman Catholic Church, who are all too willing to commit murder in order to protect the faith.

If you’ve read The Da Vinci Code, or seen the movie Stigmata, you know the basic drill. Thing is, I enjoyed The Da Vinci Code. As well as Stigmata. Yes, they have their flaws, but they’re entertaining, and they do have some basis in historical fact. (Notice I italicized some.) So I keep on reading these “artifact thrillers,” just like I keep on reading Hard Case Crime novels. Even though at times the religious thrillers – unlike the Hard Case Crime novels – strain credulity and make me wonder why I waste my time on them.

Take, for example, the one I recently finished reading: The Expected One, by Kathleen McGowan. If you think you might read it, stop reading this blog entry now. If you don’t want to know the “deep dark secret” of this novel, click away from my blog now and visit another blog. Here’s a good one. And here’s a little blank space before I launch into the spoiler:

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Refreshingly, in The Expected One, the Roman Catholic church is not portrayed as evil. But in this novel, which is subtitled “Book One of the Magdalene Line,” Mary Magdalene is not only married to Jesus, she was also previously married to John the Baptist, who apparently was a complete jerk given to domestic violence. So Jesus was part of “an intricate love triangle that altered the course of history” – as it’s breathlessly phrased on the author's website.

It’s an interesting, although creepy, plot device, but here’s the thing that really bugs me: in the lengthy and heart-felt Afterword to the novel, the author presents all this as fact. She also presents as fact the long-lost “gospel” of Mary Magdalene [not the actual Gospel of Mary Magdalene; the one in this novel is more like a memoir], which is excerpted in the novel – and which reads like a modern-day confessional, not at all like a first-century manuscript. Of course, the author can’t reveal the sources of her new knowledge “for reasons of security,” but she does maintain that the document is authentic, as is the “fact” of Mary’s two marriages. The author fretted over revealing this knowledge to the world: “I don’t think I’ve slept through the night in more than ten years as I have agonized over the details in this book and its potential repercussions.”

A bit melodramatic, yes, and in some ways it spoils an otherwise-entertaining novel to know that the author actually believes her own farfetched fiction. But she is following the basic premise of many of the novels in this new genre, the idea that there is some hidden secret that, if discovered, will supposedly destroy the Christian faith. In some of the novels it’s a long-lost gospel, sometimes (as in Stigmata) a gospel written in Jesus’ own hand. Sometimes the horrible secret is an ossuary containing the bones of Jesus, or some other “proof” that he didn’t resurrect from the dead.

All this makes me wonder: Could any such thing ever really destroy, or even threaten, the Christian faith? Or even one individual’s authentically-held faith?

Is there anything, dear blog readers, that you can think of that would destroy your own faith? Can your faith be shaken by an archeological find, or by a scientific theory or discovery? I invite you to respond by clicking on the “comments” button below. I’d really like to know.

~ Darrell

4 Comments:

Anonymous Peter said...

No, and yes.
Nothing that could happen or be discovered on earth could destroy my faith as far as I know.
But according to the Scriptures I eagerly look forward to the time when my faith (which is a way of knowing spiritual realities here on earth) will no longer be needed but will be consumed in the glory of direct knowledge of Love in beholding the One who is the author and finisher of my faith.
---Peter

11:41 AM, October 17, 2006  
Blogger Neil Ellis Orts said...

You know, I don't think there is much that would destroy my basic understanding of God. Of course, that has changed so much over my adult life that it could be said that my faith has been destroyed and rebuilt. But there's a thread of continuity in it all, so even if it looks like I've changed my mind on a bunch of stuff, I still basically feel it's the same God through that thread.

Which, of course, isn't the same as losing faith as in becoming atheist. But I digress.

If you're enjoying this sort of book, have you read On the Third Day by Piers Paul Read? It pre-dates the Da Vinci Code by a good ten years. I read it back in . . . '93, I think. I remember being disappointed by it, ultimately, but it fits the genre formula you describe, although I don't remember Mary Magdelene being crucial to anything. It's basically a "we found the bones of Jesus" crisis.

(Actually, they find a skeleton of "a crucified man," as if the Romans crucified only one . . .)

I'd look for it in a used bookstore or somesuch.

10:49 PM, October 18, 2006  
Blogger rainbowpitta said...

When I was a Christian I think that I had worked out that I didn't have a faith, it was God who had faith in me, hence the redeeming work of Jesus etc etc. Now, I'm not sure what that faith means. But getting back to the question: no there would appear to be nothing that could destroy my faith, for God has done that already by making it redundant.I hope that makes some sort of sense.
Darryl

3:20 AM, October 23, 2006  
Blogger Jon said...

The experience I had in January which I called "the Suck" was, probably the closest I've come to a "faith-destroying" event.

Of course, it wasn't that, but a radical destruction of my definitions , perceptions, expectations, etc. Having survived that, I can say that nothing in books could destroy "my faith" (whatever that is), since I know EVERYTHING is fiction!

Nevertheless, I do hate the fact that so many authors today try to push fiction as fact. Why did Dan Brown say that all descriptions, rituals, and organizations in TdVC were true, when the rituals are conjecture, and the Priory of Sion was a flat-out hoax?

James Twyman, a pretty good New Age teacher, with a wonderful heart for peace, publishes the most absurd tales as "true stories" with "slight adjustments" for storytelling. Yeah, right.

Have you seen Gary Renaud's "The Disappearance of the Universe?" It could've been published as a mildly entertaining novel of two reincarnated disciples of Jesus visiting this guy to introduce him to "A Course in Miracles," as the One True Book and let him know at the end that (surprise!) he's the reincarnation of Thomas the Twin. But noooooo, Renaud has to present it as "a fact" and include an epilogue as to why the recordings he mentions as making no longer have the voices of his celestial guests on them. (Reminds me of Moroni taking Joe Smith's golden plates back to heaven for "safekeeping.")

Neil Walsh... couldn't write "Impressions God Put on My Heart" nope, had to be "Conversations with God, as if this is the newest infallible "Word of God."

And while, I'm ranting, how is it that Sylvia Browne can publish a single word as non-fiction!?!?!

I wish any of these writers would have the integrity of a Richard Bach or M. Scott Peck and just write their stories as plain story, and their speculations as speculation.

But, once you know the world is fiction, nothing can disturb the fact.

10:21 AM, December 19, 2006  

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