Give me three steps, give me three steps Mister
Give me three steps to the door
Give me three steps, give me three steps Mister
and you won't see me no more.
To say it left me a bit sanguine is like saying a tidal wave is a bit wet.
Most people today are astonished to hear that the Southern Baptist Convention was ever liberal; the Fundamentalists have done a very good job of burying the body and getting rid of the evidence. But a few people have told their stories of the Takeover; this is mine. It's about the church that used to be, the church that it became, and the three steps (not to mention a lot of pokes, shoves and outright trips) that led me to leave.
It's also my attempt to detoxify myself from the whole poisonous experience. I have every right to be hurt, angry, and bitter over what happened to my generation. But I choose to lay my burden down here and not carry it any longer. To allow it to continue to hurt me would be to let the bad guys win, and I don't believe in that.
While I know many of my peers became atheists as a result, I would ask commentators to refrain from wholesale theist-bashing in the comments. I'm all too aware of how hard it has become to find a church where one can have a positive religious experience in the wake of the Fundamentalist Movement, but I'm not yet ready to completely give up on the concept.
Shall we get started?
Part 1: Recollection, Remembrance, and Discovery
Part 2: That Old Time Liberal Religion
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