In debates about religion, there’s a point that atheists frequently concede. Yes, they say, religion is mistaken. It’s harmful. It’s irrational, contradictory, unsupported by evidence or logic, poorly understood by the bulk of its followers, poorly defended even by its most informed ones. But you have to admit, they say, it’s powerful. The ideas, the imagery, the hope it offers… it’s stirring stuff, even if it doesn’t hold up.
Well, sometimes that’s true.
But sometimes, it’s really, really not.
But at other times, I really don’t. When debating with a believer whose ideas are an incoherent mess, for instance. When being preached at with bland, unoriginal platitudes. When watching an ad for sugary “inspirational” Christian music on late- night TV.
And when watching a “testimonial” video that would do Grandpa Simpson proud. A testament of faith so pointless, so unfocused, so self-involved, so completely devoid of content, it’s actually hilarious.
Like this one.
Video below the fold, since putting it above the fold mucks up my archives.
I think my favorite part is the dream, where her prophetic response to a friend’s serious illness (a mental illness, apparently) is to recount a long, meandering dream about boats, with heavy- handed symbolism about Jesus but no real purpose or point. I kept amusing myself by making up new bits for the dream. “And then my mother was on the boat, and she ate one of the tunafish sandwiches I had made for the twelve men, but she said I’d put too much mayonnaise in it…”
No, strike that. My favorite part is at the end, when she asks, “So when someone comes up to you and asks, ‘Where’s your Jesus now?,’ what are you going to tell him?”
Her own answer: A long, meandering, pointless dream about boats, apparently.
I don’t have any brilliant, cutting- edge point here. I think I just want to say this:
So it isn’t the religion that’s powerful and beautiful and stirring.
It’s the art.
Religion is just the hook that the art hangs its hat on.
And art can hang its hat pretty much anywhere.