whose heresy? which orthodoxy?

In today’s—and tomorrow’s—marketplace, no information company will be able to stand intransigently in the path of change. To be rooted in one spot will be, inevitably, to become rooted in the past.… For to be left off the beaten track in the information age is to be cut off from the future.

— Vice President Al Gore, 1994


Lots of references have floated around lately to L.M. Sacasas’ excellent essay in CommentA.I as Christian Heresy.” I just got around to reading it the other day, and I think there’s something vital — some vital history — that’s missing.

First, here’s my own excerpt of choice:

[C]onsider the possibility that the most radical, immoderate, and seemingly irrational actions and responses to AI, or to any technology, may be appropriate and wise even if they are costly and seemingly foolish. It may be that abiding by and honouring our moral principles and spiritual convictions may mean not making the thing. Or, if it is made, refusing to use it. We should not be cowed by the demand to be practical and sensible in matters where such dispositions are morally disastrous. And I say this specifically to those who are committed to the way of life offered in the Sermon on the Mount. This way is foolishness to the Greeks. It is anything but sensible by the moral logic of the present age. We must at least entertain the possibility that the appropriate response to certain technologies at certain times is simply outright refusal. We do not need to water down our conviction with a myriad of qualifiers about how there are undoubtedly good and proper uses. 

I cannot exaggerate how well that summarizes my own approach to AI. I am quite sympathetic to those who must adapt to AI use in their workplaces (but boy do I wish they’d all just collectively revolt); I am not very sympathetic to those who just find it fun or interesting or even useful for everyday life not lived. (A helpful definition of life as we currently treat it: “the period of duration, usefulness, or popularity of something.” Or do you think you’re just treating the tool that way?)

“We need to stiffen our resolve a bit,” says Sacasas, “before we consider AI within larger historical and cultural trends. And we need to entertain the possibility of resistance if AI is indeed not only an alternative religion but a kind of apocalyptic, Christian heresy.”

Referring to the religious nature of technology as defined by David Noble, Sacasas adds,

I think it is important to be a bit more specific and to classify what Noble termed “the religion of technology” more precisely as a Christian heresy. It is, after all, in Western Christianity that Noble found the roots of the religion of technology, and it is in the context of the post-Christian world that it has presently flourished. The family resemblance to Christianity can be discerned in technology’s religious pursuit of immortality, transcendence, and reunion with the divine in its assumption that the core of consciousness can be distinguished from its material embodiment and in its linear and teleological view of history. But, of course, technology deviates from orthodox Christianity by positing a thoroughly immanent, secular, and graceless path to securing its spiritually inflected aspirations.

But has this religion of technology specifically — or even specially — flourished in a post-Christian world? Have we actually viewed our immanenting technology as deviating from orthodox Christianity? I think that isn’t quite right. I think what is missing from Sacasas’ essay is a recognition of the very non-heresy that technology — and why would it exclude AI? — is and has been for American Christianity.

I am sure both Sacasas and Noble know this, in more detail than I do. But it looms in this essay more like an elephant in the room than an important detail. And I don’t think you can tell this story without detailing that elephant.

Last year, someone shared a quote from Anthony Galluzzo which talked about “the techno-libertarian right’s transhumanism, with its fantasies of secular immortality and bodily enhancement by way of cyborg fusion.” (Though he’s talking mostly about the surplus of ironies on the left. I have no idea who Galluzzo is. And the smack and the jargon that are so central to that post — not something I can walk around with all day, much less something I can do anything with. But his analysis fits llllike a glove as far as I’m concerned.) To which I quipped, “Welcome to the new conservatism and the narrative end of fundamentalism.” A funny kerfuffle of a sentence, perhaps, but yesterday’s holders of conservatism — today’s holders of “conservatism” — are nothing if not kerfuffled. And I wasn’t just being funny when I said it.

I was just at the time beginning to see the cheers of utter enthusiasm for the Trump-Musk bandwagon. (If I had a dollar for every time I heard, from Christians referring to Musk and DOGE, “I’m just excited to see what he can do”… Because surely a man like Musk would fix the government.)

This was the enthusiasm of what Mary Harrington, just after the last election, called a “new fusionism”:

Everyone can see that this is Elon Musk’s win as much as Trump’s: what does that mean for the conservative establishment?

Elon is, after all, not your regular social conservative. He wants to colonise Mars. He has something like 12 children, with multiple women, via a mix of surrogacy, IVF and the old-fashioned method. He wants to implant chips in people’s brains. He envisions using technology to become something more than human. And he now owns the world’s town square, and the incoming President of the United States owes him a favour.

At least some of these things will (to put it mildly) place a strain on fundamental social conservative precepts about the family and the human person. 

I saw lots of that “conservative” enthusiasm for Musk & Co. first-hand. (As far as I know, it has not gone anywhere.) And they did not seem to feel the strain. How could that be?

I suspect most of it is attributable to the usual partisan evasions of dissonance that we happily allow to hide our own craziest, most hypocritical bullshit from ourselves. But for the American evangelicals in the crowd, I think there other demons in the bell tower.

In 2003, Felicia Wu Song marked what she saw as a congruence between the fear-driven business of progress and technologies and… Rapture narratives.

Song writes:

Because these Rapture narratives aim to motivate individuals to prepare themselves to face a cataclysmic moment that determines the eternal fate of their souls, critics point out that these stories often encourage an implicit “theology of crisis, without much patience for peace and ordinary life.” The resulting preoccupation with being prepared for such apocalyptic crisis bears considerable likeness to the motivation underlying the consumption of technology by business executives, government officials, and individuals.

Now, none of the folks I have in mind have any lack of “patience for peace and ordinary life.” They’re actually, if ironically, pretty good at peace and ordinary life. Maybe their theology lacks that patience, certainly some of it does, but it’s probably better to say that there’s a politics of crisis that doesn’t speak plainly or converse openly with theology. We deflect criticism, Song goes on to say, “by appealing to a crisis mentality. Such a psychology of crisis lends itself … to reactionary forms of decision-making, rather than positively-defined strategies that emerge out of more thick and robust visions of education.”

Rather, also, than thick and robust visions of theology or politics.

Why take notes of this stuff? Well, it isn’t just for fun. In the mid-to-late nineties, I sat with a handful of adult-guided teenagers in one of those church basement couch-filled classrooms for youth group, with one of those wheeled-in, ratchet-strapped TV/VCR stands, and watched… this.

In case you’re wondering, yes, this was a serious church youth group activity being guided by serious adults who were dead-serious about their theology and their politics. And it hardly seems a coincidence that just about every single adult I knew who was wound up in those 80s and 90s Rapture narratives is now thoroughly wound up in the “new fusionism” on the Right.

I can’t say I have the stomach these days for A. W. Tozer, or my memory of him, anyway. But I did once have some interesting discussions with a few friends about Tozer’s “The Menace of the Religious Movie.”

“Heresy of method may be as deadly as heresy of message,” Tozer wrote in the 1950s:

Every generation is sure to have its ambitious amateur to come up with some shiny gadget which he proceeds to urge upon the priests before the altar. That the Scriptures do not justify its existence does not seem to bother him at all. It is brought in anyway and presented in the very name of Orthodoxy. Soon it is identified in the minds of the Christian public with all that is good and holy. Then, of course, to attack the gadget is to attack the Truth itself. This is an old familiar technique so often and so long practiced by the devotees of error that I marvel how the children of God can be taken in by it. […]

Within the last few years a new method has been invented for imparting spiritual knowledge; or, to be more accurate, it is not new at all, but is an adaptation of a gadget of some years standing, one which by its origin and background belongs not to the Church but to the world. Some within the fold of the Church have thrown their mantle over it, have “blessed it with a text” and are now trying to show that it is the very gift of God for our day. But, however eloquent the sales talk, it is an unauthorized addition nevertheless, and was never a part of the pattern shown us on the mount.

I refer, of course, to the religious movie.

Tozer’s books had their share of popularity among the evangelical circles I walked, though absolutely no one was heeding his warning on this front. You can see in that church basement an example of an embrace both of the “crisis psychology” and the unquestioning use of technology to foster it.

But maybe not just unquestioning. Listen to Richard Lovelace in Christianity Today:

Developments in electronics are turning this into the golden age of specialized communications. Now almost anyone can broadcast or publish not just what the majority wants to hear, but whatever any subcommunity values—such as the gospel. Tiny computers in cars and machines are beginning to guide us in preventive maintenance, and computer chips in cards will very soon handle all our financial transactions and do the family bills. (I’m waiting for that day. It is even possible that eventually your house might telephone you and request authorization for repairing its roof.)

That was in 1983. “The overall pattern in American Christianity is one of converging viewpoints,” Lovelace went on to say, “produced by the rapid dissemination of improved data—exactly what we might expect in the Age of Information.”

What will be the major social crusades in the holistic evangelicalism of the postindustrial world? Amoral manipulation of human life is a major danger of the era of biological engineering. This new science can literally be used to turn the world into the Garden of Eden—or into the nightmare world of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.

You can tell which of these two Lovelace finds more likely, and it ain’t Huxley’s. So it’s worth repeating what Lovelace said: “This new science can literally be used to turn the world into the Garden of Eden.”

He goes on:

The “de-massification of the media” of which Toffler speaks—the availability of multiple competitive channels on television, for example—will free us from a strategy of repression. Instead, we can concentrate on positive Christian competition in drama, music, and art … Meanwhile, Third-Wave values may combine with evangelical teaching and the inevitable human backlash against socially destructive immorality to produce a new social climate favoring the family.

… Also, the availability of cheap radios throughout the planet is presenting Muslims and tribespeople with the gospel their leaders tried to build walls against—another blessing of the Age of Information.

[…]

These are not just my own positive scenarios for the church’s future; they are things that are happening now. If we extrapolate a line from these points, we reach toward a worldwide spiritual awakening at a depth and breadth never before attained. This presupposes a wide knowledge of the biblical principle of life in the Spirit, along with the core of the gospel, but we are gaining the instruments to promote this. It also assumes a widespread hunger for deeper spiritual vitality, but this is now appearing: books on spiritual formation and spiritual theology are suddenly in demand.

Of course, Lovelace allows (in a whisper), that it might go the other way:

This, of course, is a postmillenial vision of the kingdom, and it may be too much to hope for in ordinary history, although it makes a good target to aim at. It is entirely possible that postindustrial society will be dominated by a humanist Antichrist, and that we are headed into warfare with the most powerful and deceptive forms of the kingdom of Evil. We should be prepared for this, but continue to pray, “Thy kingdom come, on earth as it is in heaven.”

The fact that, along with a hat-tip to Huxley, a quarter-hearted caveat like this comes in just under the buzzer does absolutely nothing to hide the nearly unabashed techno-optimism being gospel-heralded. A neutral-to-benevolent Age of Information was upon us. God was doing great things, and we had a wonderful plan for the world.

America would not be left behind but would lead the way. And our way would be — of course, it would be — God’s way.

So, anyway. Is AI at least largely “an alternative religion [and] a kind of apocalyptic, Christian heresy,” as Sacasas says? I certainly think so.

But is it one that flourishes especially in a post-Christian world? On that, I remain dubious. It seems to flourish quite well, maybe even especially well, in a Christian world. At least in the only one many of us have ever known.

Again, I do think Sacasas knows this, and his references to Noble hint at it. And Noble certainly knew it, who I think would put my complaints about American evangelicals deep in the shadows of much older marriages of technology and Christian virtue.

But as everyone knows, America is quite special. As Herman Melville put it,

Let us leave the Past, then, to dictate laws to immovable China; let us abandon it to the Chinese Legitimists of Europe. But for us, we will have another captain to rule over us—that captain who ever marches at the head of his troop and beckons them forward, not lingering in the rear, and impeding their march with lumbering baggage-wagons of old precedents. This is the Past.

But in many things we Americans are driven to a rejection of the maxims of the Past, seeing that, ere long, the van of the nations must, of right, belong to ourselves. There are occasions when it is for America to make precedents, and not to obey them. We should, if possible, prove a teacher to posterity, instead of being the pupil of by-gone generations. More shall come after us than have gone before; the world is not yet middle-aged.

Escaped from the house of bondage, Israel of old did not follow after the ways of the Egyptians. To her was given an express dispensation; to her were given new things under the sun. And we Americans are the peculiar, chosen people—the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world. Seventy years ago we escaped from thrall; and, besides our first birthright—embracing one continent of earth—God has given to us, for a future inheritance, the broad domains of the political pagans, that shall yet come and lie down under the shade of our ark, without bloody hands being lifted. God has predestinated, mankind expects, great things from our race; and great things we feel in our souls. The rest of the nations must soon be in our rear. We are the pioneers of the world; the advance-guard, sent on through the wilderness of untried things, to break a new path in the New World that is ours. In our youth is our strength; in our inexperience, our wisdom. At a period when other nations have but lisped, our deep voice is heard afar. Long enough, have we been skeptics with regard to ourselves, and doubted whether, indeed, the political Messiah had come. But he has come in us, if we would but give utterance to his promptings. And let us always remember that with ourselves, almost for the first time in the history of earth, national selfishness is unbounded philanthropy; for we can not do a good to America but we give alms to the world.

AI etc. may be heresy — Christian and straight-up human heresy. But if you think so and you plan to resist, I strongly suggest that you “stiffen your resolve a bit.” Because, historically and practically (and even, for many, ecclesiastically) speaking, you are the heretic.

“too difficult to continue operating”

For almost 12 years, Juiced has been a familiar part of downtown Hallowell, Maine. Since opening in 2014, the locally owned business focused on one simple goal: making healthy food easy to find and affordable for people in Central Maine. […]

Sadly, Juiced has announced it will close on January 17. The decision comes after the sale of the building and rising rent costs made it too difficult to continue operating.

Very sad. We don’t frequent Hallowell as much these days, so we’re just now finding this out. (I went to church in Hallowell growing up. That church is now, uh… just a house, I guess.)

For various and often unrelated reasons, if not even chaotic ones, I think quite regularly of the last line in Lewis Turco’s “Habitation”: “Rejoice! Rejoice! The house is failing!”

the Christian politics of bidirectional manure pit backtracking

Sohrab Amari, in March 2026, in a piece titled “Trump Was Never the One”:

Those of us reckoning with the scale of these failures must return to the character problem that first gave rise to the Never Trump movement. Among those of us who made our peace with Trump, it was too easy to praise his “animal instincts” — a phrase I often used in this context — by way of overlooking his lack of personal virtue. Sound instincts are, of course, part of leadership. But without the ballast of character and prudence, they can veer in any direction or fall under the sway of any whispered counsel, no matter how foolish.

Trump lacked that ballast. He was never the one.

That is Amari’s response to his own piece in 2022 titled “Trump’s Still the One.”

Just for some added context, here’s Amari in 2019, in a First Things piece I’ve referenced often:

With a kind of animal instinct, Trump understood what was missing from mainstream (more or less [David] French-ian) conservatism. His instinct has been to shift the cultural and political mix, ever so slightly, away from autonomy-above-all toward order, continuity, and social cohesion. He believes that the political community—and not just the church, family, and individual—has its own legitimate scope for action. He believes it can help protect the citizen from transnational forces beyond his control.

(Yes, you read all that correctly and, yes, he was being serious.)

If it were up to me, that whole paragraph would be tattooed on Amari’s forehead. Or better, he would spend the rest of his writing career rewriting that paragraph, and nothing but that paragraph, on a chalk board.

He went on to described David French’s “character matters” approach as “a kind of airy, above-it-all mentality” that supplies “its own vain satisfactions,” and closing thusly:

But conservative Christians can’t afford these luxuries. Progressives understand that culture war means discrediting their opponents and weakening or destroying their institutions. Conservatives should approach the culture war with a similar realism. Civility and decency are secondary values. They regulate compliance with an established order and orthodoxy. We should seek to use these values to enforce our order and our orthodoxy, not pretend that they could ever be neutral. To recognize that enmity is real is its own kind of moral duty.

What can one possibly say here?

I’m reminded of Al Mohler, another shameless talking head and outright hypocrite. Here he is in 2016:

Evangelicals are going to have to ask a huge question: Is it worth destroying our moral credibility to support someone who is beneath the baseline level of human decency? … Long term, I’m afraid people are going to remember evangelicals in this election for supporting the unsupportable and defending the absolutely indefensible.

Listen to Al just 4 years later, throw confabulatory horse shit at the ceiling fan for 10 minutes and pretend he’s making an honest, rational, and Christian argument for… just voting for the Republican nominee for the rest of his life.

You can listen to Mohler talk about the “character issue” here as well, a few months earlier in 2016, where he wisely says that being “single-issue dispositive” is not the same thing as being “single-issue sufficient,” meaning that the status of Roe v. Wade cannot determine everything that Christians vote for. This is immensely and obviously true to anyone who looks to Jesus, rather than the Republican Party, for even 5 minutes. Yet in 2020, this same Al Mohler said, and I quote, “I don’t apologize for saying that the life issue is determinative.”

What can one possibly say here?

Understand this: These attempts to retrace steps across a pure liquid manure pit, in either direction — that’s all this has ever been.

That is all this has ever been.

wholly at odds

Everyone who knows Wendell Berry knows “The Peace of Wild Things”:

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Two things stuck out more than ever yesterday. I think this was the first time reading that poem as a parent. So for obvious reasons, I have a new “fear of what … my children’s lives will be.” But more than anything, this stayed with me: “And I feel above me the day-blind stars / waiting for their light.”


Celebration

Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
deft hands. And every prodigy of green – 
whether it’s ferns or lichens or needles
or impatient points of buds on spindly bushes – 
greener than ever before. And the way the conifers
hold new cones to the light for the blessing,
a festive right, and sing the oceanic chant the wind
transcribes for them!
A day that shines in the cold
like a first-prize brass band swinging along
the street
of a coal-dusty village, wholly at odds
with the claims of reasonable gloom.

Denise Levertov

Do not forget: Your claims of gloom are reasonable.

Your neighbors’ claims of gloom are reasonable.

All those online claims of gloom are reasonable.

Your enemies’ claims of gloom, too, are reasonable.

Do not forget the need to be — do not neglect gifts that are — at odds.


John Brehm was thoughtful enough to put A. R. Ammons’ poem “Still” only a few pages away from those.

I said I will find what is lowly
  and put the roots of my identity
  down there:
each day I’ll wake up
and find the lowly nearby,
  a handy focus and reminder,
a ready measure of my significance,
the voice by which I would be heard,
the wills, the kinds of selfishness
  I could
freely adopt as my own:

A perfect plan for one’s identity if there ever was one, except that the whole poem is a “but though” to these humble intentions, the whole universe “is in / surfeit of glory.”

I said what is more lowly than the grass:
ah, underneath,
a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:
I looked at it closely
and said this can be my habitat: but
nestling in I
found
below the brown exterior
green mechanisms beyond the intellect
awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up
and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
I found a beggar:
he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
him any attention: everybody went on by:
  I nestled in and found his life:
there, love shook his body like a devastation:
I said
  though I have looked everywhere
  I can find nothing lowly
  in the universe…


Darrell Scott:

I got rice cookin’ in the microwave
Got a three day beard I don’t plan to shave
And it’s a goofy thing but I just gotta say, hey, man
I’m doin’ alright

Yeah I think I’ll make me some homemade soup
I’m feelin’ pretty good and that’s the gospel truth
It’s neither drink nor drug induced, no
I’m just doin’ alright

Yeah, it’s a colorful life
that we go through
It’s neither black nor white
Nor just shades of blue

And it’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shining
When I close my eyes
There’s some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can’t every day be just this good

machine, money, shit

William S. Burroughs:

You see there is something wrong with the whole concept of money. It takes always more and more to buy less and less. Money is like junk. A dose that fixes you on Monday won’t fix you on Friday. We are being swept with vertiginous speed into a worldwide inflation comparable to what happened in Germany after World War I. The rich are desperately stockpiling gold, diamonds, antiques, paintings, first editions, stamps, food, liquor, medicines, tools, weapons.

The scion of a well-known banking family once told me a family secret. When a certain stage of responsibility and awareness has been reached by a young banker he is taken to a room lined with family portraits in the middle of which is an ornate gilded toilet. Here he comes every day to defecate surrounded by the family portraits until he realizes that money is shit. And what does the money machine eat to shit it out? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty and above all it eats creativity. It eats quality and shits out quantity.

There was a time when the machine ate in moderation from a plentiful larder and what it ate was replaced. Now the machine is eating faster, much faster than what it eats can be replaced. That is why by its nature money is worth always less. People want money to buy what the machine eats to shit money out. The more the machine eats the less remains. So your money buys always less. This process is now escalating geometrically. If the West does not start a nuclear war first their monetary system will fall apart through the inexorable consumption by the machine of life, art, flavor, beauty to make more and more shit which buys less and less life, art, flavor, beauty because there is less and less to buy. The machine is eating it all. The time must come when money will buy nothing because there will be nothing left for money to buy. Money will eliminate itself.

Jeremy Abel:

But in that moment, my theology and theories and ideas were chaff in the wind of the Spirit blowing through that house.

across the chattering and nattering lines

Mandy Brown:

To influence, we must have some knowledge to impart, some skill in speaking of it, and a listener who would hear us. We have some knowledge—the knowledge that war is a horror, the knowledge that when a missile falls from the sky and rends bodies into pieces that a terrible evil has been done. We can speak of this too, can point to the photos and videos that flit across our screens, children with missing limbs begging for food amid the ruins. These are images and reports of atrocity, undeniably and unequivocally. Yet who would listen, and how? Where can these words be spoken? Here we find we are in some trouble, for the supreme form of speech in our time is not words but money, both in legal doctrine and in fact of order … When we speak against war we find our words drowned out, lost in the deepfakes and the advertising, the psyops and the slop, the stock market reports, the casual declarations of war crimes, the oil futures, the gilded festivities, the chattering and nattering among a purportedly progressive political class concerned with the appearance of civility but indifferent to its obligations. No knowledge moves through such mediums, only information, a ravening, unending stream of data in which knowing anything is nigh impossible.

[…]

… even the wealthiest worker has little compared to the investor class pushing for war, those who see war not as an abomination but as yet another opportunity to increase their bloated purse. What is our wealth compared to the billions spent on fighter jets, the $2.5 million spent on a single Tomahawk as it tears through a school full of little girls? What is our wealth compared to the mind-boggling quantities spent on the drones and satellites that make death as easy as clicking a button from the safety of a desk on the other side of the world? The same flick of a thumb can reduce a hospital to rubble or post a racist meme, often one right after the other. What is our wealth compared to the record-breaking $1.5 trillion requested for the military, a military that is already the richest on the planet? Trump: “We have a virtually unlimited supply of these weapons. Wars can be fought ‘forever.’”

A worthy excerpt from a piece I found especially worth reading but didn’t find especially helpful. Every once in a while the urge to disclaim a discreteness asserts itself: I don’t like everything Mandy Brown says. Worse, I think some of what she says contributes in no small way to the “slop” of our civic chatter.

(One e.g. among others: With Brown, it simply goes without saying that you can’t have any real thoughts about sexuality, about biology and the medical and capital manipulation of it, without being a phobe or, with irony too thick for sight, a fascist. This is the sort of slop that leads one to say, with the reigning air of disgusted dismissal, something like, “Well, JK Rowling is a transphobe.” As though one who speaks that not-so-subtly manipulative sentence speaks as one who can be trusted. Brown’s piece has nothing to do with Rowling, but it is full of such communication-breaking expressions that are exactly as helpful and exactly as trustworthy as that.)

But… Brown continues to say things worth reading and hearing. And, for me, she’s a reminder of the importance to read and listen and speak across the lines.

who do your words enfranchise?

Wendell Berry:

We will understand the world, and preserve ourselves and our values in it, only insofar as we have a language that is alert and responsive to it, and careful of it. I mean that literally. When we give our plows such brand names as “Sod Blaster,” we are imposing on their use conceptual limits that raise the likelihood that they will be used destructively. When we speak of man’s “war against nature,” or of a “peace offensive,” we are accepting the limitations of a metaphor that suggests, and even proposes, violent solutions. When students ask for the right of “participatory input” at the meetings of a faculty organization, they are thinking of democratic process, but they are speaking of a convocation of robots, and are thus devaluing the very traditions that they invoke.

Ignorance of books and the lack of a critical consciousness of language were safe enough in primitive societies with coherent, oral traditions. In our society, which exists in an atmosphere of prepared, public language—language that is either written or being read—illiteracy is both a personal and a public danger. Think how constantly “the average American” is surrounded by premeditated language, in newspapers and magazines, on signs and billboards, on TV and radio. He is forever being asked to buy or believe somebody else’s line of goods.

The line of goods is being sold, moreover, by men who are trained to make him buy it or believe it, whether or not he needs it or understands it or knows its value or wants it. …

What is our defense against this sort of language— this language-as-weapon? There is only one. We must know a better language. We must speak, and teach our children to speak, a language precise and articulate and lively enough to tell the truth about the world as we know it. And to do this we must know something of the roots and resources of our language; we must know its literature. The only defense against the worst is a knowledge of the best. By their ignorance people enfranchise their exploiters.

conversion steps

Eve Tushnet:

Creatures, when my friend Leah Libresco Sargeant talks about her conversion to Catholicism, she sometimes notes that focusing on the conversion story is a little bizarre. Like imagine (this is the analogy she’s used) that the Pevensie children come back from Narnia, and they start telling people about it—and everyone’s reaction is, “Oh sure, talking lion, mysterious lands, terrible betrayals and redemptions, I get it. Tell us more about the wardrobe!”

There’s been a rebound in adult conversions to Catholicism. This just seems to be true by now, as far as I can tell. Numbers are still not where they were a quarter-century ago, but they are up all over the USA and in many other countries. …

But the question online-people seem to want to talk about, instead, is, “Are these people converting for the right reasons?” There’s a lot of Discourse about whether people are coming to the Catholic Church because it’s right-wing (? not the most obvious option here but okay), or because they want to be manly men (hmm), or because of Catholic “influencers” etc. To put the fear or criticism most charitably, it’s a fear that people are entering the Church for a political persona, not an encounter with Jesus Christ.

And yet I guess all of this seems to me like an obsession with the wardrobe. Nobody stays in the Faith for the same reasons they converted. The Church is bigger on the inside. Having entered, you may discover how much there really is, beyond the little alcove where you happened to find a door.

As we continue to live and seek God, we generally discover that there is something in the Faith that we weren’t taught at first and desperately need. (Sometimes we were taught it, but we didn’t pay attention because we didn’t realized we would desperately need it! To slightly modify the saying of the great sage bugl0rd, on Twitter,

why didn’t we learn this in CCD’

bitch we did but you were drawing a picture of an eye.

Anyways.)

So the real thing here is that when people enter the Church through small, weird, insufficient, or warped doors, they need wise guides to show them the path deeper in, into the heart of the Church. Those wise guides themselves rarely grasp the entire mystery (how could we?). … All of us are called to move beyond where we started. 

I suppose one could argue that a “political persona” is not, in fact, a door at all, even if you happen to find yourself standing inside a Catholic church. But the point is that the “door” is not in anyone’s control, is not in anyone’s power to define. And it is not, especially from our time- and ground-bound point of view, a permanent thing at all, let alone a status. It’s an invited step you take, one that serves, in our time- and ground-bound stories, as a first of many.

(I can tell you, though, that questions like “Are these people converting for the right reasons?” is absolutely not limited or special to “online-people.”)

I still have not done the difficult, exhausting, laborious work of picking up the pheun to call the parish office and ask about RCIA or OCIA or whatever they’re calling it now. I think I will soon, but who knows.

I can happily and confidently say I am in none of the above categories— I am not right-wing (nor left-wing) nor concerned about “manliness” nor do I have any interest or history with (mouthwash in hand)… “influencers.”

When I made the move in my early twenties from “my parents’ faith” to my own, I sat in non-denominational membership classes and many other groups with folks who described themselves as “recovering Catholics.”

Well, I guess I’m just a recovering evangelical, and I still have no idea what recovery looks like.

From “O Darkness”:

… when
I seek a synonym for dark, I find dim, nefarious, gloomy,
threatening, impure. Is the world still so afraid of shadows?
Of the dark face of the earth, falling across the moon?
The dark earth, from which we’ve sprung, to which
we shall return? What we do not know lies in darkness.
The way the unsayable rests at the back of the tongue.
So let us sing of it—for the earth is a dark loam
and the night sky an unfathomable darkness.
And it is darkness I now praise. The dark at the exact
center of the eye. Dark in the bell’s small cave.
The secret cavity of the nucleus. The quark.
How hidden is the sacred, quickening in the dark
behind the visible world. O Yaweh, O Jehovah,
henceforth I will name you: Inkwell, Ear of Jaguar,
Skin of the Fig, Black Jade, Our Lady of Onyx. That
which I cannot fathom. In whose image I am made.

— Danusha Laméris