A Stranger in My Own Land

It was my 11th-year social studies class when the teacher gave us some "Xeroxed" papers – still warm, with that "just copied" smell, and repeating that old school refrain: "Take one and pass it back."

A square box was drawn in the center of the sheet, and there was a line for the student's name in the corner.  The teacher told us to put whatever we wanted in the box, but to think hard about it first.

I took everything very seriously in 11th grade, so I asked myself, "If I have one box to put anything in, I should put the most important thing in the whole world.  So what is the most important thing in the whole world?"  It came to me like a bolt of lightning: "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."  I wrote the verse in the tiny box and passed my paper forward.

Within a few days, the teacher returned our papers.  We were told they had not been graded, only "reviewed" because they were a "social experiment."  She explained that what we put in the empty box represented what would be the most important thing in our lives – the essence that would drive everything we did.  Reflecting later in life, I was impressed with its accuracy.  My faith, and sharing it, has been the most important thing in my life.  It seems that the box experiment worked for me, but I have serious doubts about how well it worked for classmates who filled their boxes with everything from boats to lions.

If They Have Persecuted Me, They Will Also Persecute You

Now I realize how blessed I am to have been born in a country where I could write John 3:16 in a classroom assignment and not be persecuted or killed for it.  In many countries, that one act could have been my death sentence.  There have been plenty of reports that Christians belong to the most persecuted religious group in the world.  And while there are those who envy their peaceful, tolerant Hindu and Buddhist neighbors in America, back in their countries of origin – India or Sri Lanka, for instance – there are Hindu and Buddhist nationals beating, raping, and killing Christians at an alarming rate.  If they're lucky and get to live, these Christians face a fine for choosing the wrong faith.

I once knew a Christian-basher who posted on social media, "Persecution of Christians?  How stupid.  It doesn't exist."  Indeed, it didn't exist in her little town, where everybody met on Sunday mornings to do business at the popular social club – otherwise known as the Methodist Church.  Nobody there had endured a Muslim mob ripping off someone's crucifix while yelling, "F--- Jesus!" or watched blood-soaked deacons stumbling dazed from the ruins of a church bombing on Palm Sunday.  That's too far-fetched for Pleasant Valley.  And if anyone had suggested a three-year prison sentence for holding a home Bible study, he would have been laughed out of town.  (A prison sentence is exactly what happened recently to Chinese citizen Ma Huichao and four of her fellow Christians, who were arrested for the trumped up charge of "gathering a crowd to disturb public order.")

But Isn't Everybody Christian?

Years ago, before the tragedy of the World Trade Center, I bought a Bible as a Christmas gift for a fellow employee.  I inscribed it: "To one of the finest Christians I know."  Later on, she said, "That was kind of strange what you wrote...about my being one of the finest Christians you know."

"Well, you are!"

She continued hesitantly, "We're all pretty much Christians, aren't we?  We're all born that way.  So it sounds kind of funny."

Needless to say, by the time 9/11/2001 rolled around, my friend had a tough learning curve.

Is a Post-Christian Era Already Here?

Who would have guessed that by 2017, traditional middle-class Christian America would be expected to unquestioningly acquiesce to any and all whims from Buddhists, Hindus, atheists, pagans, wiccans, Satanists, Muslims, freethinkers, gays, and everyone else who deviates from their traditionally held beliefs?  If they express concern that other religions or worldviews might destructively infringe upon their way of life, they are labeled intolerant or xenophobic.  Social networking sites can be found full of suggestions that Christian nut-jobs just die off and let the world evolve beyond the antiquated biblical morality that hung witches from the gallows.

The trouble lies in the fact that modern Christians and secularists now agree that morality, as defined in the Bible, is all relative.  Relativism automatically undermines any permanent ideas of right and wrong, which in turn strips Christianity of any moral authority it had as the glue that held society together.  Years ago, political theorist Russell Kirk wrote that "the essence of social conservatism is preservation of the ancient moral traditions of humanity."  Assuming that this is true, one might easily argue that the essence is gone.

If I say God says something is wrong – i.e., a sin – I am informed (silenced) that my interpretation is disputable and relative to my own (probably twisted) worldview.

Many say we've reached a post-Christian era in America.  While a Pew poll showed that 70% of Americans continue to identify as Christian, I submit that these Americans are not the same kind of Christian one would have found 25 years ago.  The simplest indicator of this is that the majority of Americans – including self-identified Christians – now support attempting to redefine marriage to apply to same-sex couples.  The Bible didn't change its teaching on the subject, but people's perception of sin changed in response to social mores influenced by political activists and professional lobbyists.

Modern Christianity is like a supermarket tomato.  It doesn't taste anything like how it tasted, say, 50 years ago.  "Decades of breeding the fruit for uniform color" is one reason the tomato has changed, and one could easily say the same about Christianity: it's been bred for uniform acceptance and watered down to a palatable ideology, thus removing the underpinning judgments that supported civilized society.  Lies have become untruths; adultery is a societal norm.  "Thou shalt not kill" is about the only commandment most can agree on, but even that gets murky for those still inside the womb or nearing the end of their natural lives.

It seems that every stumbling block to sin is being removed from our path so we can run full speed to a hell that we (ironically) still believe in.  We do all the things the Bible tells us not to do but still tell pollsters we believe in God – as if God won't notice.  It's kind of like name-dropping someone you don't know just so you can crash the party.

Afraid to Be Christian in America?

I live in an area surrounded by occult shops that cater to pagans, Satanists and others who rightfully believe society gave them carte blanche to openly practice anything they see fit. "Pagan Pride" and witch related bumper stickers slightly outnumber left-over "Bernie 2016" and "Clinton/Kaine" stickers.

(Maybe "deaths of despair" are on the rise among America's middle class because, without even leaving their front porch rocking chairs, they have been uprooted and thrown into a land of chaos where they are lost among the libertines.)

Add to this the fact that my area is also experiencing an influx of Muslim refugees who refuse to assimilate, and I'm suddenly a stranger in my own land.   Speaking English outs me as a local; wearing a cross marks me as a judgmental Puritan.

My local supermarket is now frequented by women in hijabs walking behind their husbands.  I've even seen little girls in full niqabs (head coverings that reveal only the eyes, which apparently are not even required in Islam).

The truth is, I've reached the point where I'm almost afraid to go out in public and speak the words I wrote in that little box so many years ago.  It's acceptable to be a Christian – as long as you are the kind who doesn't take the Bible literally, as long as you don't bother anyone else about it, as long as you know when to shut up.  Once reprogrammed, you might earn the right to be assimilated into your own society or accepted back into your own town.

Susan D. Harris can be reached at www.susandharris.com.