Twenty Years Ago
12-18-87 . . . Another student, Richard P[.], asked if [sic; should be “whether”] I’d like to get something to eat after the exam. I ate just before leaving home, but I agreed to get something to drink. Richard, as I wrote several weeks ago, is a born-again Christian who once rode in a motorcycle gang. He has a good job with United Technologies and is taking classes for the fun of it. The odd thing is, he still looks like a motorcycle-gang member. He has long, straight hair, a ten-inch beard, and wears a black leather jacket and worn, black boots. On his head sits a baseball cap with the word “Repent!” emblazoned on the front. He cuts quite a figure. But I enjoy talking to him. He drove us (in his beat-up 1974 [Mercury] Cougar) to the Plaza hotel on Speedway [Boulevard] and Campbell [Avenue], where he ordered steamed clams and I ordered iced tea. There we talked about the course, about his career plans, and about religion. It’s hard to avoid talking about religion with Richard, because it informs every aspect of his life. He lives and breathes it. Several times during our conversation he pulled out a bible to make a point. I didn’t mind, because I know Richard well enough to tell him when he’s going overboard. For instance, he slips quickly and easily from historical claims about Jesus to claims about miracles. I pointed out that the latter claim requires a leap of faith that I, and others, are unprepared to make.
I’ve met lots of people like Richard in my lifetime. Without trying to refute his beliefs, I can explain them. Richard, as I say, was involved in a motorcycle gang. He got to a point where his life, as he puts it, “lacked meaning”. This made him suicidal, but he found religion instead, and that has filled a void in his life. Now, having read parts of the bible, attended prayer meetings, and talked to many others, he’s putting the pieces together. He’s reinterpreting the world as a Christian, seeing charity where before he saw self-interest, seeing humility where before he saw wimpiness, and so on. It’s an interesting phenomenon. But there’s a certain eeriness about Richard. How can a secular person get so caught up in religious thinking and religious dogma? How can someone go from a tough gang member to a devout Christian so quickly? I deplore the proselytizing tactics of these people, Richard included. That’s why I was so offended the first time I met and talked to Richard. It transpires that he was trying to convert me! Rational persuasion is one thing; subtle manipulation is another. I got the feeling that, for Richard, it was more important to convert me than to do it for the right reasons.
Proselytism is interesting. I’ve long wondered why Christians and other theists are so intent on spreading the word, on converting the heathens. Richard and I talked about it. We agreed that the explanation is as follows. Religious convictions are so strong, and so all-embracing, that one cannot help but think that one has latched onto the truth. What is more valuable or important than truth? Nothing. So why not give the gift of truth to others. In doing so, one will be giving them the supreme gift. Richard uses an analogy to describe it. The nontheist, he says, is a drowning person, and the theist has a life preserver in hand. Proselytizing is like throwing the life preserver to the person. But I used a different analogy to describe the same act. The nontheist, I said, is a surfer who is enjoying the waves and in no danger. For the theist to throw a life preserver is to interfere with the surfer’s activity. See how an analogy can shape one’s thinking? In any event, I enjoyed the discussion. Richard offered to, and did, drive me home. I thanked him and vowed to keep in touch.