Jack Chick likes to claim his comics are a great evangelizing too. “They get read”, his website says.
Yeah, they get read, alright. Non-Christians who read them (and listen to fundys of Jack Chick’s ilk) get the impression God really hates human beings and is just waiting for us to die so he can roast us on The Great Rotisserie for all eternity. We are basically born damned. (I like the “Little Princess” tract, where an innocent, terminally ill child learns from a Chick Tract a neighbor drops in her halloween bag that she’s damned and going to Hell if she doesn’t accept Jesus.) Anyhoo, the idea I got from the Fundys is that we’re born damned, God really wants to send us to Hell, but Jesus stepped in and said, “No, wait, Dad. Look, I’ll get born as one of them, and suffer and die to pay for their sins, if you’ll let the ones who believe in me into Heaven.” So, God, reluctantly said, “O.K., Son, do what you gotta do.”
So, now, all you have to do to get into Heaven is say the prayer that’s printed on the back of the Chick tract, and, bingo, you’re in no matter how evil you are, but if you don’t say that prayer, you roast no matter how good you are.
Oh, yeah, and you’re supposed to not do anything fun like drink, dance, play cards, or use four-letter words, but it’s ok to hate your neighbor, and you don’t have to do any charitable work, or even give to charity- those are works, and works are no good.
Anyhoo, after getting my impression of what God is like from Fundys as exemplified by Jack Chick, I spent ten years of my life hating God, then I eventually wound up Catholic.
The Catholic Church, contrary to popular belief, teaches that God wants EVERYBODY in Heaven, and provides us with the means to get ourselves there, via Christ’s sacrifice on the Cross, the Sacraments, and, yes, good works. The only way someone can be damned is to make a conscious decision to reject Christ, and even during my worst God-hating years, I thought Jesus was pretty cool, as I imagine most of the Teeming Millions do. It’s RELIGION that most folks have a problem with.
OK, lecture’s over. I’m going to make some soup now.
The trouble with Sir Launcelot is by the time he comes riding up, you’ve already married King Arthur.