My father belongs to a Pentecostal denomination and is terribly devout. After retirement, when he was healthier, it was not unusual for him to go to services five times in a week (Sunday and Thursday mornings, plus Tuesday, Wednesday, & Thursday evenings). He has more trouble getting around now, so occasionally I take him, with the understanding that I’m just being his chauffeur and he sjhouldn’t expect me to do anything other than to refrain from calling bullshit.
Last Wednesday I took him to church. As is my wont I occupied myself during most of the service by reading. Though I’d pretty much zoned out on Donna Tartt, I was drawn out of my reverie by a young woman’s impassioned “testimony.” This, for those of you not from the Pentecostal tradition, is a part of the service in which people stand up and either praise God for the good things in their life or ask for spiritual help for trials they’re going through. The young woman in question was doing the latter. She had a young daughter, it seemed–no more than seven–who is more than a handful: not simply disobedient, but violent to others and self-harming to herself. I won’t go into details because I don’t want to make y’all ill.
Now a rational group of people, living in America in the 21st century, would see such behavior and think, “This child needs psychiatric attention and possibly a social worker, because either there’s something wrong with her brain chemistry or somebody is abusing her.” But this story isn’t about rational people. It’s about members of the Church of God in Christ, which is another way of saying they’re freaking idiots and frequently assholes. The woman testifying blamed her problems on demon possession. DEMON POSSESSION. And the pastor, who is under 60 and really should know better, seemed to agree. He paused the service there and had the mother drag the child in question to the altar so he could lay hands on her, further commanding everyone in the congregation to join him as he assayed to expel Beelzebub from the poor kid. She wasn’t misbehaving just then,by the way. She seemed terrified, which is not unreasonable when there were about two dozen people gathered around her chanting and praying and dancing rhythmlessly and speaking in “tongues” while her mommy and the pastor kept telling her that she is enthralled to a spirit of undying evil, just like Mumm-Ra from the Thundercats.
This went on for, oh, ten or fifteen minutes. When they finished, and before resuming the service, the pastor said that he believed the little girl had been delivered, but if she hadn’t been they would keep doing the rite till she was better.
Jackasses. Stupid, ignorant, obscurantist assholes.