Christian and Conspiracies

There seems to a habit of some in the Christian community to use phrases like “outrageous conspiracy theorist ” when referring to people, such as myself, who have taken the time to explore alternate models to explain the phenomena we are observing, namely that some people are getting sick and dying of something. Granted that there are some who listen to a convincing sounding hypothesis and immediately believe it is true and nefarious. 

My position is that any hypothesis that presents a new model should be considered and subject to experimentation. Interestingly enough, I have yet to talk to anyone who dogmatically adheres to the narrative and eschews alternate theories that has actually done much research on either spectrum. They accept the narrative because everyone “knows” there is a virus. Conversely there is the other type that reject it because some other model satisfies their default persuasions.

For two months now I have been consuming copious amounts of information and what I am concluding is that there are copious amounts of information I have not even touched. However, it is clear to me that this destruction of our society and economy is not an appropriate response given the actual facts. 

Church leaders who use the term “outrageous conspiracy theories” when referring to hypotheses they are thoroughly ignorant of are at best weak minded leaders. If we believe that Satan is the lord of this world, that he prowls around seeking to devour, that he is a liar, the father of lies and the truth is not in him, and then we see the state telling us that we cannot meet with our family and friends, engage in corporate worship, but we can go to the liquor store or a gay bath house, that the only way we’ll be safe is to implement a contact tracking system and vaccinate everyone on the globe, nuanced thinkers should pause for a moment and wonder what is really going on.

Sunday at Solid Rock (1)

I attended church services at the Solid Rock Church in Lebanon this morning. I don't generally attend Sunday service anymore, but this morning I decided to go to Solid Rock out of a show of solidarity with their decision to keep the doors open. I had never been to that church and probably never would have gone, but for said decision. I am not sure what my expectations were but at some level it was what I had pictured and on another level it definitely was not.

I entered what struck me as a stereotypical TV church; with wide seating, balcony and a large stage area. The giant curved LED screen displaying a gorgeous beach scene behind the stage was a nice touch. I felt warmer just watching the waves. The large boom for the video camera gave it the feel of a major production. So far it was kind of what I expected, given the giant figure of Christ towering over I-75 from the Church courtyard. Still, the current icon is somewhat less ostentatious than the previous one, which met with an untimely demise at the hands of the weather.

The congregation was more mixed than I had expected. A large percentage was of African descent and there was definitely a flavor of what one would expect in a black Church; at least if your idea of a predominantly black church was formed primarily through the media.

I took a seat in the balcony, center-stage, careful to maintain the prescribed social-distance between myself and those nearest. That was nice because I generally hate the meet and greet that most contemporary Churches feel is a vital part of the Sunday worship. This way we get to skip it because "the Governor asked us to". Works for me.

The band cranked into the first tune and I thought "Oh, that must be why they call it solid rock". It was loud, but well done metal style worship music, with a variety of signers; a male lead with five or six female backups. The male lead had a pretty good voice, but before I saw him I assumed he was black based in his voice and singing style. Is that racist? When I finally caught sight of him I was surprised to see a middle-age white dude belting it out. While the singers were front and center on the stage, the band wasn't. The electric guitar guy was a rather large middle-age white guy sitting off in a corner on what appeared to be seats for a choir. He did not move from that position the entire service. He displayed that absence of unnecessary movement that you would find in a professional studio musician. The bassist and keyboard were also way off to the side. Only the drummer was center stage, and up on a pedestal making a nice backdrop for the backup singers.

The second tune, about what's in our power or something, was led by another male singer, this time black, who was wearing a long robe. You know, the kind you would expect to see a black man wearing in a black church that was portrayed in a movie. Another really good voice.

A couple more songs followed, each incrementally more mellow the the previous, bringing the congregation into that receptive mood of introspection, when another black gentleman, who I mistook as the pastor, stepped up and invited the congregation to "worship through giving, amen". He was one of those quintessentially stereotypical preacher types that punctuate each phrase they utter with an "amen". At that point I thought "Wow! I am going to hear a sermon by one of those guys". That didn't turn out to be the case though.