A Brave Column

Gee whiz. I had another me vs Raebert post lined up on the subject of Kirsten Powers, the Fox News Channel’s most beguiling defender of Democrat nanny state policies.

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

Yorkies rule

Yorkies rule

I saw a pretty, coddled dupe where Raebert saw a plucky but diminutive terrier.

It seems we were both wrong this time.

I was wrong to think her coddled and Raebert was wrong to think her diminutive.

I honestly can’t think of anything braver for a professional liberal to do than publish the column she just wrote for Christianity Today. The first few paragraphs:

Just seven years ago, if someone had told me that I’d be writing for Christianity Today magazine about how I came to believe in God, I would have laughed out loud. If there was one thing in which I was completely secure, it was that I would never adhere to any religion—especially to evangelical Christianity, which I held in particular contempt.

I grew up in the Episcopal Church in Alaska, but my belief was superficial and flimsy. It was borrowed from my archaeologist father, who was so brilliant he taught himself to speak and read Russian. When I encountered doubt, I would fall back on the fact that he believed.

Leaning on my father’s faith got me through high school. But by college it wasn’t enough, especially because as I grew older he began to confide in me his own doubts. What little faith I had couldn’t withstand this revelation. From my early 20s on, I would waver between atheism and agnosticism, never coming close to considering that God could be real.

Later on:

To the extent that I encountered Christians, it was in the news cycle. And inevitably they were saying something about gay people or feminists. I didn’t feel I was missing much. So when I began dating a man who was into Jesus, I was not looking for God. In fact, the week before I met him, a friend had asked me if I had any deal breakers in dating. My response: “Just nobody who is religious.”

But she wound with a boyfriend who was religious:

A few months into our relationship, my boyfriend called to say he had something important to talk to me about. I remember exactly where I was sitting in my West Village apartment when he said, “Do you believe Jesus is your Savior?” My stomach sank. I started to panic. Oh no, was my first thought. He’s crazy.

When I answered no, he asked, “Do you think you could ever believe it?” He explained that he was at a point in life when he wanted to get married and felt that I could be that person, but he couldn’t marry a non-Christian. I said I didn’t want to mislead him—that I would never believe in Jesus.

Then he said the magic words for a liberal: “Do you think you could keep an open mind about it?” Well, of course. “I’m very open-minded!” Even though I wasn’t at all. I derided Christians as anti-intellectual bigots who were too weak to face the reality that there is no rhyme or reason to the world. I had found this man’s church attendance an oddity to overlook, not a point in his favor.

As he talked, I grew conflicted. On the one hand, I was creeped out. On the other hand, I had enormous respect for him. He is smart, educated, and intellectually curious. I remember thinking, What if this is true, and I’m not even willing to consider it?

She went to church, heard a pastor who argued philosophy, history, everything but fire and brimstone. She came to believe in Christianity as a moral system, but no more than that.

Then one night in 2006, on a trip to Taiwan, I woke up in what felt like a strange cross between a dream and reality. Jesus came to me and said, “Here I am.” It felt so real. I didn’t know what to make of it. I called my boyfriend, but before I had time to tell him about it, he told me he had been praying the night before and felt we were supposed to break up. So we did. Honestly, while I was upset, I was more traumatized by Jesus visiting me.

I tried to write off the experience as misfiring synapses, but I couldn’t shake it. When I returned to New York a few days later, I was lost. I suddenly felt God everywhere and it was terrifying. More important, it was unwelcome. It felt like an invasion. I started to fear I was going crazy.

More resistance, of course, because she’s a fighter.

I spent the next few months doing my best to wrestle away from God. It was pointless. Everywhere I turned, there he was. Slowly there was less fear and more joy. The Hound of Heaven had pursued me and caught me—whether I liked it or not.

Read the whole column. I believe she’s risking the career she spent her whole life pursuing. I, for one, admire her. She’s ceased to be a cartoon to me, not that that was ever my judgment to make for anyone else. She’s a human being who knows that’s not such a small thing in the grand scheme of the universe.

Kirsten Powers

Kirsten Powers

4 thoughts on “A Brave Column

  1. Not exactly Aquinas, but very brave indeed. It should be interesting to see what response she gets. Will the twitterverse be full of hate and derision? Or will she find others like her?

      • My thought precisely. It’s always surprising to people to discover that those they’ve been told are stupid, hateful, and wrong turn out to be, once actually encountered, nothing of the sort. The reaction from others of the isolated and fearful enclave is always to continue their projection and include in its condemnation the one so foolish as to venture out and discover what’s in the areas marked, “Here be dragons.” She will certainly be reviled and condemned, and those who do so will do it in absolute ignorance of how they are merely describing themselves; but mental/emotional disorders are slippery things, experts at parasitic self-preservation, and hide from their hosts in plain sight.

  2. A powerful testimony, reminding me of Lewis’ quote about himself as ‘the most dejected, reluctant convert in all England.’ This is all the more powerful because of what she stands to lose because of it — no one would make this decision as some kind of power move in the media, but quite the opposite. For me, that speaks to the reality of her encounter with Christ in a dream.

    She’s storing up treasures in heaven with this decision, and I applaud her for it.

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