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When Fundamentalism Hooked Me

During the weekend I "got born-again"
Me during the weekend I got “born-again” at a Young Life Christian retreat in Ocean City, MD, November 1969

Some of you know about my former life as a Christian fundamentalist. It lasted seventeen years (1970-1987). I loved it. Until I did not.

First, what do I mean by fundamentalism? The term applied to Christianity comes from a series of publications called The Fundamentals (1910-1915) which stated basic beliefs that real Christians must agree to, like the virgin birth of Jesus, miracles, Jesus’ resurrection, and biblical inerrancy. This post pertains to fundamentalism’s striking and often inflammatory tenant of biblical inerrancy.

A Catholic youth

But first, to understand how and when fundamentalism hooked me, let me tell you a bit about my upbringing. I grew up Christian, the Catholic kind. When I was a kid, my parents paid for me to attend St. Francis de Sales Catholic School. I carried the brown tuition envelope to Sister Mary Something-or-other on the first of each month for eight years, enduring occasional humiliations for talking too much and putting up with bruised kneecaps after Friday Mass in the school basement. Hated that brown and white-checked linoleum! But Jesus gave his life for me, so my little purple knees were the least I could offer in return.

By the time I graduated from St. Francis, in 1966, I had memorized a multitude of angelic hymns, prayed thousands of circles around the rosary, and internalized questions/answers carved in the stone tablet of the Baltimore Catechism, the standard tool for converting young minds to the doctrines of the One True Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church founded by St. Peter.

At our eighth-grade graduation service, beaming and proud in my new pink dress, I received from the priest the coveted Religion award. I got the highest grades in the subject, thanks to mom drilling me at the kitchen table with possible test questions. I was right with God. I was set up for a shock.

Authority

I had taken for granted in the Catholic religion that the ultimate authority on how to live for God and what to believe as true was partly the Scriptures but more so the Pope and two thousand years of tradition that formed our esoteric rituals, like swinging the incense burner at mass, and righteous attitudes, like believing Protestants were damned. Scripture was indeed sacred and referred to as The Word of God, but in practice (at least in my experience), it was an augmentation, an add-on, to the Church fathers’ authority.

Nowadays, with Pope Francis in the top spot, things may shift, but I doubt he’ll give up his “ex-cathedra” rights and bow 100% to the authority of the Bible. And I don’t blame him.

Fundamentalism rolls in

How on earth or in heaven could Pope Francis or anyone else decide on an “accurate interpretation” of the Scriptures and claim it as The Word of God, expecting everyone to agree? Interpretation happens, even with a sacred book, as anyone who reads anything can testify.

But fundamentalists take the Bible as a perfect authority, usually the King James Version, but not always. Granted, they pick and choose which parts are literal and which parts are metaphorical, depending on what the fundamentalist leader wants to demand from his (rarely her) followers. Like should women keep quiet in the church? Youbetcha. There’s an app for that. Bible verses can prove most anything and there’s one for this women thing: First Timothy 2:12, “But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.”

By the time I was a junior in high school, a peppy cheerleader coaxed me into coming to her house for a Bible fellowship. What happened in her living room was a cross between Catholic religion class and a birthday party. The meeting’s sponsor was Young Life, a Protestant evangelical organization that targets youth and still operates today. Our leader, a Presbyterian minister, urged us to read God’s Word, which was the Bible, and invite Jesus into our hearts if we hadn’t already done that. Get born-again!

The Bible, not the Pope, was my new boss

Y.L. was Martin Luther all over again, but they didn’t mention that monk from the 15th century, nor how he protested Catholic corruption, caused a split in the Catholic Church, cited the Bible, not the Pope as THE AUTHORITY, and kicked-off the phenomenon we call the Protestant Reformation.

In college I met followers of The Way International™ who told me about their Protestant group, an interdenominational biblical research, teaching, and fellowship ministry. They took the Y.L. message and behavior to the next level with dogmatic Bible classes taught by the founder, Victor Paul Wierwille. They said he taught people how to determine “the accuracy of God’s Word” and have a more abundant life.

Biblical inerrancy: the scarlet letter of Christian fundamentalism

What made Wierwille a fundamentalist? Primarily his rock-solid belief in biblical inerrancy. What’s that? It goes like this: God is the author of the Bible. The writers just wrote what God wanted. Since God is perfect, whatever He dictated had to be perfect, too. Therefore, since the Bible is God’s Word, and He is perfect, then the Bible is perfect. Has to be. Sounds logical, right? But where do fundamentalists get this belief?

The idea of a perfect Bible as the product of a perfect God comes from philosophy, namely principles of logic. No matter, fundamentalists like Wierwille shove glaring round pegs of contradictions in the Bible into the square hole of perfection to make the Bible appear without error, and rarely does anyone in the congregation call them on it. The spiel is too rapid and too convincing.

This all made sense to me when I was a teenager, given I wanted to learn the real Word of God, not somebody’s opinion or interpretation. I thought the Catholic Church had let me down, since it had not insisted the Scriptures should be the centerpiece of my faith. I loved God and wanted to serve Him, like the nuns said I should, and fundamentalism disguised by Wierwille as “the accuracy of God’s Word” had a vise-like grip that felt safe, a godly perch in a world swirling with confusion.

I was not a casual believer. I did not attend a home fellowship once a week and continue my regular life with a job, family, phone bills, and rental/mortgage payments, like most church-goers do. I was 18 years old, looking for truth, and I ran away to join the circus of The Way International.

Over time the repetitive Way lifestyle became a not-so-merry merry-go-round of never answering people’s direct questions about how I knew for sure the Bible was inerrant. I never admitted that I never saw Wierwille make the whole Bible “fit together perfectly.”

I did not doubt that Wierwille taught the “accuracy of the Word of God”  until about sixteen years into it when I finally broke through a mountain of denial and sawed off the cast-iron vise that held me. I left The Way in 1987.

Recently, I finished writing a memoir of my fundamentalist years and call it, Undertow: Seventeen Years in a Fundamentalist Cult. When it gets published, I’ll let you know.

Surprising to some people, The Way International is still in business. It was and still is a “religious” non-profit organization. Those sorts of entities are hard to dismantle even when they stand for something unrealistic or abusive or destructive or at the very least, misleading.

For more about Christian fundamentalism, which I have simplified in this post to make a point or two, check out a few of my favorite sources:

  1. Fundamentalism by James Barr
  2. The Roots of Fundamentalism by Ernest R. Sandeen
  3. Fundamentalism and American Culture by George M. Marsden

Look for a future post from me about what makes The Way International a cult.

See you next time!

 

6 Responses

  1. Chris Cushingham
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    Some of you know about my former life as a Christian fundamentalist leader. It lasted sixteen years (1971-1987). I loved it. Until I did not. 28 years later I am still in the process of re-inventing my relationship with God and man, trying to land on my feet. Some days are better than others…

    • Charlene L. Edge
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      Hi Chris,
      Thanks for sharing here. I hope you find the info I share here as helpful.

  2. maureen curry
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    You are a very interesting writer. Even though I shared the “same brand” I had to continue to see what else. Easy to read&to understand.

    P.s charlene I am maureen that used to work @the Allen’s household☺

    • Charlene L. Edge
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      Hi Maureen. I trust you are doing well. Thanks for posting here.

  3. Don
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    As a young entrepreneur I attended business organizations that networked with each other. I got deeply involved with religion because all the meeting I attended were in churches. By virtue of elimination I surmised that to be a successful businessman I should follow their footsteps and turn to Christianity to find my success. I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I was 2hen I discovered these very men were Christians in name only. It was all one big phony self aggridizing event.

    • Charlene L. Edge
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      Interesting, Don. Thanks for reading my work. Appreciate this viewpoint on “business” groups.

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