Just A Camp Follower...

My husband, and my heart, is currently in the desert. I just got back.

20 July 2006

See...this is why I left paganism.

If I believed in a heaven, I don't think I could believe it's only for some.

This is a comment in response to someone else's hope that anyone killed in the Israel/Lebanon conflict, including terrorists is escorted straight to "paradise" by flights of angels.

See, this is where the touchy-feely nature of paganism/neo-hippie-liberalism/diversity theory/everyone-is-good-and-no-one-is-ever-bad-and-we-should-all-just-get-along crowd loses me. No, everyone is not good, and no, heaven isn't just some speakeasy gin joint where you go when you've got nothing else to do.

If you break the rules, or you refuse to acknowledge the things that God requires from adherents to Chrisitianity, then...um...right. You and I probably aren't going to be hanging out at the same shows in the afterlife. I mean, I'm NOT saying that you're going straight to Hell, do not pass "Go," do no collect $200, but I am saying that you and I probably won't have the same IP address, okay?

I mean, seriously, why is it that anyone should be allowed to get into the Christian Heaven? I'm not asking to bebop on over to the Sumerlands, or take the three-day-tour of Tir nan Og, or to go hang out at the Hindu after-hours party. But for some reason, Heaven's just supposed to be open to all comers, regardless of whether or not they're actually Christian.

How does that work again? Heaven's not a charity event, tickets to be purchased at the door if you forgot to get them at the office.

Seriously.

I used to think, when I was neo-pagan, that if I were wrong about the whole paganism thang, and I died and ended up in front of God, He'd look at me, tell me I wasn't a bad kid, pat me on the head and let me on in, but I was wrong. I might not be a bad person, but that's not the litmus test of whether or not you get into heaven. It's not whether or not you kicked puppies or stole candy from babies. I mean, God's not thrilled when you do that kind of stuff, but you could probably do all that and still make it in (although I swear you'd better be sitting in the nosebleed section at the Garth Brooks concert in the afterlife) but there's one important thing you have to do.

You have to profess a belief in Jesus Christ as the Son of the Living God, and all that other nifty stuff in the Nicene Creed. You know the one I'm talking about. If you need, I can hum a few bars.

Seriously, it goes something like this:

I believe in one God, Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth and of all things visible and invisible.

And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all ages.

Light of Light, true God of true God, begotten not created, of one essence with the Father through Whom all things were made.

Who for us men and for our salvation came down from heaven and was incarnate of the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary and became man.

He was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate. He suffered and was buried.

And He rose on the third day, according to the Scriptures.

He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.

And He will come again with glory to judge the living and dead. His kingdom shall have no end.

And in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the Creator of life, Who proceeds from the Father, Who together with the Father and the Son is worshipped and glorified, Who spoke through the prophets.

In one, holy, catholic, and apostolic Church.

I confess one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.

I look for the resurrection of the dead and the life of the age to come. Amen.

That's part of the whole deal. You gotta hang with us on this whole belife in Christ thing. If not, you're not a Christian, and you don't get to sneak past the velvet rope to get in to hang with who we think are the cool kids. Your party is next door. BTW, that's some pretty kickin' music. Can we borrow your DJ?

I guess it's not inclusive enough to make some people happy, but hey...them's the breaks.

(The exact quote is: I pray that the children, and civilians, and soldiers, and even terrorists that die in this conflict are taken straight to paradise and welcomed by flights of angels.

My comment to the OP was that this was where we parted ways.)

14 Comments:

At 9:05 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Say what you want, this touchy-feely paganism/neo-hippie-liberalism/diversity theory/everyone-is-good-and-no-one-is-ever-bad-and-we-should-all-just-get-along crowd comes up with pretty decent songs for certain occasions.

I sincerely hope, and even pray, that you will never, ever, have to learn the full meaning of the last two verses.

 
At 9:09 AM, Blogger Soldier Grrrl said...

Oh, they do! Some of my favorite "Kill 'Em All!" songs and my favorite "I Lived, Don't This SUCK?" songs are by a pagan artist.

I hope that I didn't offend you by my characterizations. I was pagan for about ten years, so I'm not totally talking out my butt. :-)

 
At 10:23 AM, Blogger Tim Covington said...

And, you hit on why me and most of my friends have dropped out of the general neo-pagan community. We got tired of people making religious excuses for totally immoral actions. But, then again, we fall more under the Norse/Celtic reconstructionists than the typicel wiccan/neo-pagan. But, all of us are also gun owners who either have a CHL, saving money to get a CHL or spend our CHL money on buying more guns.

 
At 8:27 PM, Blogger Soldier Grrrl said...

Tim, y'all's sort of pagan are the type I get along with fine. So is foxglovehp on LJ.

It's the fuzzy-bunny-fuzzy-thinking ones that drive me to drink.

 
At 6:25 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, you know that I am a totally unrepentant pagan..who is NOt fuzzy, and tends to think that the "Peace Love Dove wanna F**k" mantra is for idiots who have no brain cells left.

However, you also know that I was raised Episcopalian and know a LOT of church history as well as secular history.

That said... I KNOW that there is an afterlife, and I think that the problem with the definitions of "Christian Heaven" and "Summerlands" and "Tir nan Og" is the inability of words to adequately convey what is truly meant.

After all, language was invented by Humanity, not Divinity.

 
At 7:44 AM, Blogger Soldier Grrrl said...

Ot fuzzy, and tends to think that the "Peace Love Dove wanna F**k" mantra is for idiots who have no brain cells left.

I love you.

However, you also know that I was raised Episcopalian and know a LOT of church history as well as secular history.

Yep. One of these days, I'm going to put on flame-proof bikinis and I'm going to watch you and John talk about church history and the schism. :-D

That said... I KNOW that there is an afterlife, and I think that the problem with the definitions of "Christian Heaven" and "Summerlands" and "Tir nan Og" is the inability of words to adequately convey what is truly meant.

But do you think it's just a mishmash of everyone hangning out at the same place? I'm not so sure I do, since descriptions of all of them are so different, and the pastimes described vary.

After all, language was invented by Humanity, not Divinity.

Oh yeah. And we sadly, have lost the Gift of Tongues.

*smooch*

 
At 8:20 AM, Blogger Tim Covington said...

I will say that I like how the Mormons explain it. The only people who go to hell are those who are truly evil. Then there are different levels of heaven for the rest. The Mormons just happen to get what they consider best.
However, what has been portrayed as heaven by some Christians (lazing about on what is essentially a giant golf course) would be utter hell for me. Life without tasks and challenges would be utterly boring.

 
At 10:09 AM, Blogger Just A Decurion said...

Tim, I doubt you seriously believe any theologian worth his annotated commentaries would portray Heaven as lazing about on a golf course. It's a cute strawman, but the image was (AFAIK) invented by cartoonists in the 1940s for Bugs Bunny.

 
At 11:33 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Better to stick to images invented a couple of thousand years earlier, that's for sure.
If you believe the guys who wrote the lyrics for Genesis, you should be in the Garden of Eden, or at least real close, right now.

Anyway, all of these are images invented to answer an unanswerable question with something that sounds nice (and justifies all kinds of silliness and the occasional dangerous nastiness). Paganism is sillier than all sorts of religious orthodoxies - also less organized and therefore less dangerous.

Speaking of silliness ...

Hope the soldier's girl is wrong about having lost the Gift of Tongues, Decurion :-P

 
At 11:32 PM, Blogger Soldier Grrrl said...

cmad- Not sure what you mean by the reference to the Garden of Eden. If you're talking about Bablyon, that's a pretty specific part of the ME and AFAIK, John and I were both a bit away from it.

From what I've been able to gather, Heaven is a place of rest where the light of God's countenance shineth and the joy of His love is unceasing.

YMMV, as always, but I dont' see us just hanging out blowing bubbles. I think it's just going to be amazing, learning teaching seeing believing and being caught up in wonder and joy.

Hope I get there.

 
At 6:01 AM, Blogger Tim Covington said...

Well, I don't believe it is that way. But, I've known plenty of adult Christians who do.
I still remember one of the worse pieces of fiction I ever read was being passed off as Christian literature. It was left with one of my room mates while I was in college. It claimed that Jesus was coming to Earth in a giant golden space pyramid. When he got here, the Earth would be transformed so that it wasnothing but productive farmland with the only animals being those that serve man.

 
At 1:08 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The inventors of the lyrics of Genesis are not very precise about geography, but Gen 2:14 puts the Garden of Eden into the general vicinity of Mesopotamia.

I know the geography there only from playing with a flight simulator on a PC, taking off in Haifa and landing in Baghdad. Places are surprisingly close over there.

I don't know about heaven, and have difficulty even to define what it is (other than tautologically: heaven is the real or fictitious place people hope to go to after they die);
however, there seems to be a consensus among a lot of people that everybody in heaven speaketh rather Shakespearean English.

"a place of rest where the light of God's countenance shineth and the joy of His love is unceasing" sounds decent enough to me, as long as there are no Teletubbies around (or maybe better yet, they are around and I get a shotgun).


Tim ... was that bad fiction book written by a guy named Henry Morgenthau?

 
At 7:19 PM, Blogger Tim Covington said...

I don't know who wrote it. It was on single sheet of mewspaper (same size as a page in the paper).

 
At 4:03 PM, Blogger Consul-At-Arms said...

Terrorists in paradise?

Maybe. But only if "paradise" isn't the Christian "Heaven."

 

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