“Jesus Camp”

Coincidental to the Southern Baptist Convention’s convergence here in Greensboro, my three charges and I watched the 2006 documentary Jesus Camp last night.  My spawn were stuck between dumbfounded and bemusement.  It scared the hell out of me.

The churchin’ I had growing up in Kentucky was of the Baptist variety and I guess looking back on it had an Evangelical bent to it.  Not ‘Feet Washin’ Baptist, mind you, but still more devout and intense than, say, your average Presbyterian.  My parents didn’t push, though.  After some years’ worth of exposure to quasi-fire and brimstone and reluctantly attended Sunday-go-to-meetings, my sainted parents ultimately let me find my own way; which I’m still doing.

I just couldn’t help thinking of one word as I watched those kids’ intense indoctrination and careful molding into their parents’ and ministers’ ideal: jihad.  At least watch the trailer before you slam my characterization.

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2 Comments

  1. mick
    Posted November 14, 2007 at 9:31 am | Permalink

    Certainly differant than my style though my church did a youth thing with those sticks.

    I somehow missed the whole kill the infidels part.

  2. Posted November 17, 2007 at 5:50 pm | Permalink

    My parents never went to church with us kids, but I would go with my grandparents up in Stokes Co. I was never baptized and am grateful that my parents didn’t make that choice for me. It was always captivating seeing baptisms in the Dan River on the weekends. I am more comfortable observing than participating.