This post features a critique of Doug Wilson’s Sexual By Design lecture by Jessika Griffin, and a response from Jake Mentzel of the Clearnote Campus Fellowship.
As someone who not only does not believe in a god but, more importantly does not adhere to any religious dogma, things like “god’s image”, or “rejection of God’s pattern for marriage”, mean nothing to me. So a talk like this, as an atheist, simply sounds like hate for the non-religious. Or people who, in Doug Wilson’s view, are sexual perverts. I don’t think anything two (or more, or even just one) consenting adult does in privacy is of anyone’s concern but their own.
Kinsey’s work at IU was important. Of course it was controversial. He was studying something people just didn’t talk about—and not talking is not healthy. Everyone has sex, vanilla or otherwise. When people believe that society will think they’re a freak for doing something that, as it turns out, a whole lot of other people are doing they’re just not able to live a healthy life.
There are plenty of arguments that have been made about the scientific validity of Kinsey’s research, and I encourage discussion about that, but I am glad that someone took initiative to bring about discussion about sexual practices. If you think a supernatural being is determining what you should and should not do in the bedroom, then by all means do as it says. However, religion is not an excuse to judge others.
Jessika Griffin is a third-year student studying public management and legal studies. She is currently the outreach director for the Secular Alliance at IU.
Jake’s response is below the break.
[Response to first paragraph.]
How about an analogy: I’m a Christian. I believe in God and I adhere to religious dogma. Comparing the God who made us and cares for us to a flying spaghetti monster is offensive. Blasphemous. And it sounds an awful lot like contempt for those who love Him. But that’s what Secular Alliance is doing—and in a very public way.
Should I be so threatened by your satire that I organize a protest? Wash off or vandalize your chalk? Start crying? Start shouting you down for your hatred and contempt for Christians? Wring my hands together for those poor, benighted believers who might be led to think critically about what they believe on account of your chalk? Or the event you’re putting on that they are not obligated to attend?
Obviously not. That’d not only be immature, but it would betray a whole lot of insecurity on my part.
Let’s change analogies. Substitute acombustionism (if you’ll pardon an absurd made up word) for atheism. You don’t believe in fire. Which is all well and good until the house you live in goes up in smoke with you in it, dousing yourself in lighter fluid. Am I morally obligated to warn you of the fire and to call you out of it?
You know, it’d be so much easier to just connive at your rejection of fire and choose instead to affirm you in it. I could carry myself with an air of superiority, rebuking those who would dare afflict your fragile psyche by suggesting there is such a thing as fire and that you were, in fact, in danger. And oh, the posturing and parading and preening I could do! But that wouldn’t make me loving. It would make me a self-serving, loveless hypocrite.
People who love and respect each other speak straight. They warn each other when they’re being stupid and when they’re in danger. Getting giggles from comparing God to a flying spaghetti monster may be clever, but it is also monstrously ungrateful. You ought to stop. Does saying so make me hate you? Of course not.
Same goes with any other sin that you’re tangled in. I have an obligation to warn you of the effects of sin both now and in the future. To appeal to you not to harden your heart against God or kill your conscience.
Do I realize that it’s offensive? Yes. Painfully so.
But sometimes love is offensive. The other day my daughter was playing outside and strayed too close to the street. A car was coming. And I wasn’t close to her. What did I do? I yelled and I was urgent. She came to me, crying and scared and unaware of the danger she had been in. Was I angry? Hateful? No, I just needed to get her to safety. Were her feelings hurt? Yeah, but it was a very small price to pay. I would jump in front of a car for her a thousand times over.
The difference is my daughter is all of two and a half years old. She’s not mature enough to understand the love that was behind that warning. It’s okay that her feelings were hurt. I was there to hold and comfort her and assure her I wasn’t angry. She’ll learn in time.
This is a point of disagreement and we should be able to disagree with one another firmly and maturely. It demonstrates that we actually have convictions and respect for one another. And it demonstrates that we both realize there’s something at stake.
[Response to second paragraph.]
Here’s my question: Since when have societal norms ever been a standard worth conforming to? Since when has “everybody’s doin’ it” been a good justification for… anything? Every five-year old knows this intuitively—and if he doesn’t, his mom will be sure to tell him. You know, something about someone jumping off a bridge and whatnot.
I mean, be serious. Some cultures have been cannibalistic. Can’t you see the ivory tower academics reporting breathlessly: “Well, we looked at the research, and, as it happens, the majority of our society is cannibalistic! Alert the press!”
How many times does every American lie during the course of one single day? Well, shoot. I guess we should campaign to normalize lying as an acceptable practice in our society.
In other words, the prevalence of any behavior in any human society cannot be the ethical ground on which you stand to justify that behavior. That’s mighty slippery ground. For instance, it just so happens that there was a period in our nation’s history in which racism and segregation were mighty prevalent. And I hope we can all agree that that was wicked and indefensible—as are all modern iterations of the same sins.
Here’s another question: If everyone is doing it, where does all the pressure to conceal it actually come from? We don’t exactly feel this way about eating ice cream and apple pie, do we? When and how did we all, as a society, sign up to ban happiness?
Couldn’t it rather be the case that we’ve all been collectively laboring under the weight of a bad conscience for destroying God’s gift of sexuality? After all, hypocrisy is the tribute that vice pays to virtue. In other words, concealed sin is a tacit acknowledgement of sin.
Or as Shakespeare said, “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” Or something like that.
There’s a higher standard than societal norms, and it belongs to the One who created sex. Sex isn’t dirty. It’s a lot of good, healthy fun. It’s spiritual, it’s emotional, it’s carnal, it’s fruitful. And not properly understood, and removed from its proper context, it’s all vanilla.
Treating sexuality like a scientific study—placing us under the microscope, observing our behavior, and allowing ethics to flow from observation—isn’t “healthy.” It’s cold and lifeless. Demeaning. It’s an insult to God and the dignity of man. It debases what it means to be a man or woman made in God’s image. It debases the glory of sex as God intended.
Sex is much more poetic than that. But I’ll stop there.
[Response to third paragraph.]
Irreligion isn’t an excuse to judge others, either. Hypocrisy works both ways.
But let’s back up. Because making judgments isn’t the same thing as being judgmental. And refusing to make a distinction here is a sign of a lack of honesty and integrity.
We all make a thousand judgments a day. You judge that I’m being judgmental. You judge that I’m an idiot for being a Christian. The question isn’t about making judgments. The question is about hypocrisy and final judgment.
If you’re in rebellion against God, I have an obligation to point it out. I also have an obligation to do it in two ways:
1. By understanding that I’m a rebel who’s actually worse than you are, compelled by love to see you enjoy the same reconciliation with God that I now share. In other words, not as a self-righteous prig who can only see the sins of others, but never his own. This means humility. But doing things with humility doesn’t mean doing them apologetically or without conviction.
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2. By understanding that I’m not actually condemning anyone in any final sense. God is the one justifies and condemns. It is God whose standard has been violated, not mine. My job isn’t to call anyone to my standards or condemn them for failing to be as holy as I am. My job is to call everyone to God’s standards, warning them that He will judge them for failing to met them. God is the only true and final judge. And He will judge.
But understand in the process that my hypocrisy is ultimately immaterial. You answer to God whether I do a good job of loving you or not. As someone somewhere once said, if a hypocrite is between you and God, he’s closer to God than you are.
Jake Mentzel is the Campus Director at Clearnote Campus Fellowship.