“Nine members of a Michigan-based Christian militia group have been indicted on sedition and weapons charges in connection with an alleged plot to murder law enforcement officers in hopes of setting off an antigovernment uprising.”
So I’m browsing the news as I sit here at work, and the first article I come across is one about the Hutaree, a far-right group that desires to use violence to spur rebellion. The catch? They claim to be doing this in the name of God. The article even kicks it off with a bang by immediately deeming them as Christians.
Things like this jacked up my idea of Christians all of the time. “Christians oppose gay marriage.” “Christians deride Muslims as ‘terrorists.'” “Christians support war in Iraq.” “Christians this,” “Christians that.”
And as I was reading this article, I realized, How many other people in the world are having their views of Christianity and God messed up by these things, too? Countless, I imagine.
My high school days found me surrounded by a respectable group of people who were more or less non-religious, save for one or two. We cursed, drank, smoked, drove dangerously (Okay, maybe that’s just me.), and didn’t care much for God or how He could affect our lives. What we had was not a dislike or an aversion, but a choice to not seek any sort of religious solace. We, for the most part, deemed ourselves as liberals, people who greatly disagreed with the status quo of America. We had varying opinions, but the for the most part, what we sought was change from what we believed was a fundamentally Christian nation that had instilled fundamentally Christian laws into place.
And in a way, we were correct in our assumption: America was built upon Christian foundations, and many of our laws have Christian roots. But in a large way, we were wrong. We were wrong to generalize our idea of Christians into people who were brutally opposed to anything besides what the Bible told them. We were wrong to believe that all Christians were the same. And (I say this with the greatest amount of love possible) those who were Christians among us supported our claims with their actions and ideals.
Even moreso, however, was how the media painted Christians. Every time the church appears in media, it’s around some sort of conflict that’s going on. How churches are exempt from certain taxes, how churches feel about the war in Iraq, how churches feel about same sex marriages. And despite having learned with great impression that the media is incredibly biased, we accepted what the televisions and radios spoon-fed us about them.
But remembering that media is, indeed, biased, and having gone through what I can only explain as an experience of Jesus this past quarter, I have to say: the media does not represent, in the least bit, the vast majority of the Christian community. You only ever hear from the Christians who “hate gays” and “want those Muslims to get what they deserve.” Or, if they’re not captured in such stern opinion, Christians who would say otherwise are certainly not affiliated with their church. Or maybe it’s because those with harsh opinions are prone to utilizing God or the Bible as their evidence against same sex marriage or for war.
In a country with a burgeoning population of Christians, one who is not might think, “Wow, those people are all the same.” However Christians are denominated — Catholic, Presbyterian, Baptist, Seventh Day Adventist; Intervarsity Bruin Christian Fellowship, Korean Campus Ministry, Grace on Campus — if one is not part of the church or the fellowship, Christians seem to get lumped into a giant mass in which individuals are indistinguishable from one another.
In a country where individuality and independence is prized, you’d think it wouldn’t be that way. But more often than not, it is.
This is what the Hutaree believes:
“Jesus wanted us to be ready to defend ourselves using the sword and stay alive using equipment. The Hutaree will one day see its enemy and meet him on the battlefield if so God wills it.”
First thought: Clearly, God did not will it. After all, you were arrested.
Second thought: If a class of thirty-seven high school students based their opinions about Christians on what they had read in news articles, seen on TV, heard on the radio, and experienced with their peers; how many people must think worse of Christians by reading this news article? I can imagine it making headline news; it must be getting tons of views as I type this out. Heck, I can even see the headline: “Christians plan to overthrow government.” Overexagerrated? Yes. But have headlines been overexagerrated before? You bet.
I won’t lie to you, I was pissed when I read this article. Pissed that not only had the Hutaree taken what was essentially an opposite path to what I’m learning with my fellowship, but that the media had taken that, reported it, and done nothing to distinguish them from me.
But in that moment, I also realized that what anger and rage I felt was probably similar to what drove the Hutaree to violence as their way of doing God’s work. They might be angry because they feel that this government, founded upon the ideals of Christianity, has strayed far from the path that they believe God set out for us. Or they might be angry just because they think the government screwed up. Far be it from me to deride opposition to authority; I’m all for that, but one thing I detest with utmost certainty is violence. One thing I’ve learned in life is that violence really isn’t the answer.
And as I write this, analyzing as my fingers move across the keyboard, I’ve had time to calm down. And think.
Once upon a time, not too long ago, Christianity and I were at ends with each other. I’ve had time to see that the reason for that was because I had been surrounded by Christians whose beliefs were on the other end of the spectrum from mine. See, I believe in pro-choice under certain circumstances, I believe that same sex marriage should be allowed, I believe that war is wrong, I don’t believe that any one religion is right or wrong, I believe that God loves indiscriminately, and I believe that love is the answer. It’s not that the Christians I grew up around were wrong; maybe they’re right. But they are different, and they never really gave chance to a teenage firl to explain her beliefs, understandably. And I can safely say that the reason that it’s possible for me to even remotely exist amongst Intervarsity is because they accept how I feel and what I believe. Because some of them believe similarly or they see validity in my belief or they work to understand it.
So, if you’ve made it this far, take one thing away from this oh-so-rant-like blog post of mine: not all Christians are the same. Because I, who am a Christian, do not believe in banning gay marriages or in instigating war or in using violence in the name of God. Because the people I’m surruonded by now, who are Christians, do not all believe in banning abortion or that everyone who isn’t Christian is wrong. Because there are hundreds of thousands, maybe millions or even more Christians out there who are not who you think they are. And so I tell you: we are not all the same.