Udarnik
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I consider most Fundamentalist Christian sects to either be cults, or exhibit so much cult-like behavior that it makes no practical difference.
Just saw this on the Slacktivist, which then led me to this piece:
That post, in turn, led me to this one:
Doesn't that sound like a sec check to you? I does to me.
But the kicker comparison to the Co$ is actually in the comments:
Sea Org, anyone?
Fuck, I hate Fundamentalists.
Just saw this on the Slacktivist, which then led me to this piece:
I’ve talked about “nouthetic” or “biblical” counseling before, and I believe that PCC is on the extreme end of the spectrum as far as their views on “biblical counseling.” While I was a student there, the only textbook required for the class Educational Psychology was Why Christians Can’t Trust Psychology, and everything I learned about the “pseudoscience of psychology” while a student there was that it is evil, corrupt, humanistic, and anti-God. Given that this was their attitude (at least, in 2009, but I don’t think much has changed), I find it extremely unlikely that their counselors are “equipped” to “assist students” with any form of abuse, much less sexual abuse.
That post, in turn, led me to this one:
“I heard you were getting married– how are the wedding plans going?”
I went blank. It was an innocent enough question, but the answer . . . I didn’t want to talk about this. “We, uh– we’re not getting married anymore.”
“Oh.” She seemed genuinely surprised, so at least not all of my personal life had managed to make it through the Student Life rounds. “What happened?”
I closed my eyes. “Uhm . . .” Don’t think about it. Don’t go there. Just don’t. “It– it just didn’t work out.”
Her voice dropped, became even more gentle. “Was there sexual sin, Samantha?”
It didn’t even occur to me that this was an unusual and invasive question. I didn’t have the tools to sense that she had just made a huge leap forward in the conversation– but the leap had been fueled by an assumption that I was more than familiar with: the assumption that physicality in a relationship always leads to its downfall.
I didn’t even know how to begin to answer this question. If I said “yes,” then that would put me on the road to getting kicked out. I wanted to tell the truth to someone– I wanted to explain what had happened and have someone tell me that it was going to be ok, that I could come back. That maybe, maybe, what had happened to me hadn’t been my fault. My mind was skittering all over the place– for a millisecond I could feel old carpet scraping against my back, then I could feel a flash of pain from my head being slammed against a car door, then fluorescent lights glaring down at me, my neck twisting as I was thrown on a bed . . . I swallowed down the rising bile.
Doesn't that sound like a sec check to you? I does to me.
But the kicker comparison to the Co$ is actually in the comments:
And yeah… free time? What in the world is free time? They told us pretty much from the get-go that the internship would be one of the hardest things we’d ever had to do– and that to basically give up on doing anything else except the internship while we were in the midst of it. It was rough– but not that far removed from what most Christian school teachers do every day anyway. My best friend teaches at a Christian school in NC, and she works 14 hour days, minimum– and spends at least 10 hours on the weekend.
Sea Org, anyone?
Fuck, I hate Fundamentalists.