***** (2 out of 5)
I quite enjoyed reading “Churched”, partly because it reminded me so much of my own childhood. In this auto-biographical book, Matthew Paul Turner recounts his experience growing up in an Independent Fundamentalist Baptist Church. It is a very quick read that is fairly well written, funny, and engaging. However, I do not think it is a particularly good or useful book.
Some of the experiences and emotions Turner had as a child exactly parallel my own. Particularly, the feelings of guilt for any infraction of standards I often didn’t understand which led to unhealthy introspection and multiple instances of asking Jesus “into my heart”. While I did attend an Independent Baptist Church in my teen years, I didn’t grow up in one as Turner did. But most of the same legalism, judgementelism, isolationism, and superstition was (and often still is) present among some homeschoolers. And being a homeschooler among homeschoolers, I was an expert at judging others based on their standards, or more properly, my perception of their lack of standards. Thankfully, I (and my family, I might add) am no longer *that* kind of conservative homeschooling Christian, though I do still see lingering effects of those years in my life.
So, I feel that I am a pretty competent judge of this book. And unfortunately, much of what Turner talks about is sadly true not only of Independent Baptist Churches, but in ultra-conservative Christian circles in general. Turner’s book, like so many newer books today, relies on narrative rather than direct commentary to bring his points across. So, for instance, he does not tell you that the attitude towards secular music among some Christians is absurd and superstitious; he describes it and expects the absurdity of the beliefs or actions to be self-evident. And Patch the Pirate giving a seminar on the evils of Rock and Roll is unfortunately very strange, self-evidently absurd, and superstitious to *most* people. I remember listening to Patch’s CD’s as a child and hearing songs describing the compromising potential of wearing… wait for it… a RED T-SHIRT! GASP! And that was but one example in the book where I found myself alternating between amusement and heavy-heartedness as Turner described things that reminded me of growing up.
I also found Turner’s writing style to be engaging and witty. There is bitter, caustic sarcasm, and then there is the type that recognizes absurdity and enjoys exploiting it in an ironically humorous way. For the most part, Turner employs the latter category, though he does sometimes stray into the former with some pointed remarks. I especially enjoyed Turner’s skewering of ‘Christian-speak’ like the phrase, “Asking Jesus into my heart.” It’s something we all have heard but it honestly does not make a whole lot of sense, even if you do have an idea of what is trying to be conveyed. For the un-churched, I imagine they can’t make heads or tails of what Christians mean when they say, “Just ask Jesus into your heart”.
So If I agree with Turner that a lot of weirdness exists among Christians, and that I enjoyed reading the book, why the two-star rating? Well, first, let me explain how I rate books. I don’t rate books or movies based simply on how much I enjoy them, because I know that is not a good gauge of their quality. For instance, I love the movie Napoleon Dynamite, but I’m not going to argue with anyone that it is a five- or four-star movie. So, for books, four stars means it is a really good book, and five stars means it is an incredible must-read. Three stars are decent books that are worth reading but are nothing special, two star books have serious issues that make them border on bad books, and one-star books are masterpieces of awfulness on all levels, like “The Shack.” So this book has its good points, but it has two serious flaws that render it an almost worthless book.
Serious Flaw #1: The reality factor.
In order to make his point, which seems to be that Fundamentalist Baptists are crazy, Turner expects his readers to understand the patently absurd elements of his anecdotes without him having to tell them. This works reasonably well with some elements, like music and movie theaters, but in other cases, there is no other way to say it but that Turner has to caricature, stereotype, and exaggerate in order to make things interesting. There are certainly strange people in the world, and it seems doubly so in Christianity, but Turner’s church seemed full to the brim with weirdos. One thing in particular that bothered me as I read the book is that the people in Turners church seemed 100% crazy. While everyone has their weird beliefs and quirks, the people in Turner’s church are completely weird and completely quirky with no ‘normality’ to balance them out. Many of the things that Turner described as strange and weird were not ‘Fundamentalist’ problems, they are general human problems.
Another issue is that Turner describes his experiences as a four-year in the church, and it is hard to believe that most of what he describes actually happened; it smacks much more as the embellishments of a cynical 30-something-year old living vicariously through the eyes of his four-year-old self. I wouldn’t expect 100% word-for-word accuracy, but there is no introduction or preface from Turner that indicates we should take this as anything less than a completely factual presentation of what actually happened to him. I find it hard to believe that anyone remembers exact quotes or even the topic of sermons from when he was four, especially when he talks about not paying attention and struggling to stay awake during said sermons.
Serious Flaw # 2: Journey? What Journey?
The subtitle of this book is “One Kid’s Journey Toward God Despite a Holy Mess.” Unfortunately, while the descriptions of the “Holy Mess” are abundant, there is little in the way of positive description of God. Turner makes very certain that we understand the fundamentalist God is all messed up, but it’s never clear what, in his opinion, the correct view is. I was expecting some sort of critique roughly following along the lines of “The Fundamentalists taught this falsehood about God, which kept me from understanding this truth about God.” Instead, all we get is “The Fundamentalists taught this about God – aren’t they silly?” This is why the book feels like such a letdown. One is not entirely sure where Turner is journeying – the only thing that is clear is that it is away from fundamentalism. This is not a how-to-recover-from-fundamentalism book, then, nor does it offer much in the way of helping us understand or move on from similar experiences. In this regard it is extraordinarily disappointing.
This book is not worthless. It is worthwhile as entertainment, especially if you come from what you consider a hyper-conservative background. It will make you laugh in some parts in the same way that stories of dysfunctional people in any group make you laugh. But as a truthful expose of fundamentalism it relies too heavily on stereotypes, exaggerations, and one-sided portrayals to be of any real benefit for anyone seeking to understand the ‘Ned Flanders’ in their lives. And for someone coming out of fundamentalism, this book doesn’t offer any helpful direction. All in all, it is hard to see the point of this book except as a collection of humorous, exaggerated anecdotes from the author’s childhood that may or may not be true. If you are looking for anything else, this isn’t the book for you.
LegalStuff: I received this book free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.