The Languages of Fundamentalism
Important Note: The use of the term “Fundamentalist” in this post is directly related to Susan Harding’s book, The Book of Jerry Falwell. Harding’s book was written about groups like the ones observed below during a time when they used the term “Fundamentalist” to describe themselves. Today, these groups generally prefer the term “Evangelical.” Please know that my use of the term “Fundamentalist” is used only for clarity’s sake in tying these observations to Harding, Dochuk, and Luhrmann’s books, and carries none of the connotative meaning some people ascribe to it today.
Sunday, March 17th is a sluggish day for more than one reason. I have just come off of a Spring Break week visiting friends and family in my home state of Oklahoma. Over the break, Daylight Savings Time has swept the nation, but until this Sunday I have been able to ignore it. Waking up bleary-eyed and groping for coffee, I review my plans to attend two local congregations affiliated with the Baptist Bible Fellowship, the most famous member of which being the topic of much discussion in Susan Harding’s book, The Book of Jerry Falwell: Fundamentalist Language and Politics. Having read Harding’s book, I expect my visits to local congregations will consist of a great deal of insider language that reveals how Fundamental Baptists see the Bible, themselves, and the world, as well as political discussions and the political role of the Christian.Being that this Sunday is also Saint Patrick’s Day, I decide to play it safe and wear a green shirt, thinking most people wouldn’t know the orange-is-for-Protestants, green-is-for-Catholics rule. Green shirt and dress pants in place, with only a few sips of coffee helping me into the morning, I step outside into the soft March rain and head first to Southern Hills Baptist Church’s early service.
As I approach the wide, glass entrance to Southern Hills Baptist Church, two older gentlemen open two doors and extend two hands, offering two firm handshakes and two hearty “Good morning”s. I enter the all-glass threshold, alone in a large foyer but happy to be out of the rain. I hunt around for a few minutes with two goals in mind: a full cup of coffee (still missing from my morning) and literature about the beliefs of Southern Hills Baptist. I am still unable to procure my morning beverage, although I overhear one man say he is off to get a cup, but he disappears quickly and without a trace. I do find, however, the ever-present brochure/tract rack tucked into a corner near the entrance. Hoping to not appear greedy, I grab several tracts that look most promising regarding the beliefs of Southern Hills Baptist: “The Heart of the Cross,” which I am sure will express crucicentrism; “Life Begins at…” which I am betting addresses abortion and the Christian’s political responsibility about it (I am wrong); “A Prayer for America,” which I think will discuss the decline of America and the needed lack of separation between Church and State (I am right); “Why Do I Need Church,” which is full of similes and metaphors about what the local congregation is and does; “God’s Simple Plan of Salvation,” which is exactly what it sounds like; and a tract simply titled “Baptism,” which gives the who, why, how, and when of the rite. Putting these bits of information aside, I head into the auditorium, this time greeted by an older woman who shakes my hand and gives me more paperwork, this time consisting mostly of announcements and prayer requests for the congregation. Knowing the perpetual power-plays present in picking a pew in plenty of Protestant places of worship, I scout out a seat in the back on the side, hoping to be able to take notes inconspicuously during the service. My plan for stealthy observation is foiled, however, by Donnie Rivers.
Donnie is a friendly, middle-aged man with a strong, welcoming handshake. We introduce ourselves to each other, and upon hearing I am attending MSU, Donnie excitedly tells me about Connect, Southern Hills Baptist’s new campus ministry. I thank him for the information and assure him I will look into it. He welcomes me once again, and I make my way to my observation pew. As I am claiming my territory, an older woman comes over to greet me and welcome me to their congregation, and encourages me to choose a Sunday School class. Having not the heart to tell her that during their Sunday School hour I will already be at another congregation, I thank her for her advice and welcome, and she returns to her seat.
The auditorium at Southern Hills Baptist has an all-glass back wall, enabling people inside the auditorium to see into the hall and vice-versa. A large balcony hangs over the semi-circular bottom floor. Stained glass windows surround the stage, coloring an otherwise monochromatic palette. The Christian and American flags flank the stage distantly, and the pulpit stands front and center, occupying a protrusion of stage thrust out toward the audience. The area behind the pulpit is reserved for the orchestra, and behind the orchestra a space is reserved for the choir. On the back wall, high above the congregation is the baptistery. Down in front of the stage, almost below eyesight due to the pews in front, are two anxious benches, long and made of hardwood.
The service officially begins with an upbeat version of “What a Mighty God We Serve,” complete with clapping from the congregation. A song leader directs the congregation, accompanied by two pianos, a bass and an electric guitar, two trumpets, a trombone, a clarinet, a saxophone, an electric drum set, and a 28-person choir. The congregation that joins them numbers around 200, almost exclusively white, with two minorities visible from where I sit, and about half of the early service congregation is completely gray or bald. Aside from a four-year-old blond girl in my row and two teenagers in the balcony, I am the youngest person in the room. After the first song, there is no more clapping. During a later song, “He Touched Me,” one man tentatively raises his hand to about shoulder height, but other than that the congregation is reserved in posture, many with hands folded in front of their bodies. After an introduction by the pastor, a prayer of invocation is offered. During the prayer, the invoker introduces what will become the unintentional theme of the morning with the words, “Thank you for the clouds, because they remind us you will come in the clouds.” The service continues with a promo video for the upcoming Easter service, which invites everyone to find ways to serve during the Easter celebration. After a few more songs, during which the song leader turns to face and direct the orchestra and choir, and a subdued but emotional instrumental version of “Great is Thy Faithfulness” during the offering collection, the service transitions to the sermon, and the pastor takes the stage.
The sermon this morning is part of a series on Philippians entitled, “The Pursuit of Joy” focusing particularly on Philippians 2:12-18. As the preacher reintroduces his series to the congregation, I am struck by several particularities about his speaking style. The pastor’s volume remains at what is best described as a yell, much louder than a person would normally speak, especially with technological amplification. In addition to volume, the pastor speaks very quickly, so quickly that it is difficult to write down more than one or two phrases or Bible references at a time. The preacher’s normal mode of operation is to read from the Bible while standing behind and holding the pulpit, and to move away from and slightly to the side of the pulpit when addressing the congregation. The most common word the preacher speaks is a loud, “AMEN?” to which the congregation mumbles “amen” in response. This “AMEN?”/”amen” interaction happens at least 20 times during the sermon.
The preacher’s language is not exactly what I am expecting, but it does not disappoint. True to Harding’s observations about Fundamentalist Baptists, this pastor frequently uses the Bible typologically. In reintroducing the audience to his series, he makes no mention in the extreme gaps in time, language, culture, or geography between the Church of Philippi and Southern Hills Baptist Church. He often makes scripture references so quickly and in such succession that it is impossible to write down both the reference and what it says; it is clear that contextual analysis is not part of this theologian’s aims. In a matter of minutes he references the main passage for the day, Philippians 2:12-18, as well as Psalm 100;10; Proverbs 1:7; Isaiah 66; the book of John, “from death to life”; Acts 1, “witnesses”; Romans, being a “living sacrifice”; 1 Corinthians, “glorify God in your body”; and Ephesians, “we are God’s workmanship.” He also explains at some length as to how Hebrews 11 offers a typological interpretation of many of the persons in the Old Testament. For this preacher, the congregation is in these Bible stories and references; there is no separation. In addition to exemplifying this kind of use of the Bible, during the sermon the preacher says, “We like to read the Bible as optional,” but instead we should revere it. He cites Isaiah 66 as scriptural support for this statement. In addition to showing the Hebrews 11 makes typological examples of Old Testament characters, he explains that in the Old Testament, “salvation was always about faith.” This theme of faith, rather than joy, seems to be his intended message, but it often takes a darker turn. He states plainly that, when we are standing before God at the pearly gates, our feeling will not be one of joy, or love, or peace, but fear. He says that when we “face Christ at the Judgment Seat,” fear will be our reaction. At one point, the preacher says “we have lost our fear of God,” and the congregation spontaneously blurts out, “Yes,” and many nod their heads, a reaction categorically unlike the demanded “amen” response they are used to giving. Harding also makes note of hybridity, or mixing secular and religious language, and one example stands out from this service. Regarding the fear we should all be feeling at the prospect of meeting God, the pastor tells us that we worship and obey God “not as fire insurance, not just as getting out of Hell free.” This theme of fear is brought home with the repeated admonition to “go to work,” meaning living out the faith you claim. He is quick to clarify, though, that we are “not working for salvation, but working out salvation.” The predominantly fundamentalist ideas of salvation, of a “wicked and perverse world,” and witnessing (“don’t hide your light under a bushel!”) all make appearances in the final moments of the sermon.
After the conclusion of the sermon at Southern Hills Baptist, I head back out into the warm, Spring-like rain to a congregation just down the road, Springdale Baptist Church. The service starts at 10:15, so I have time to consider stopping by the Starbucks that is just a stone’s throw away. I take a chance and bet there is a cup waiting for me at Springdale Baptist. I arrive in time to scout the parking lot for bumper stickers that will give clues to religious and political beliefs (I only find an “America Bless God” sticker) and makes and models of cars that will indicate social class (lots of Hondas, Chevys, Fords, Toyotas, and the occasional Acura, Buick, Lexus, and Mazda, just like at Southern Hills Baptist Church).
Inside, I again conduct my simultaneous search for coffee and literature, and find only the latter. Absent is the tract/brochure stand, but instead a large information center contains various flyers about upcoming events. Several mention ways people can serve the community, one gives information about donating to their building campaign, and full-color postcards are available for people to hand out as invitations to the upcoming Easter service.
The architecture of Springdale is noticeably different than Southern Hills. The ceilings in the hallway are several stories high, giving the place a much roomier, more open feel. Along the walls, high above everyone’s heads, are flags from various nations around the world, as well as windows that let in what cloudy light there is from outside. Entering the auditorium door, I’m handed another bulletin full of events and announcements geared toward congregation members. The auditorium itself carries on the feel of the hall outside: large, handwritten, multi-colored neon posts line the walls of the stage with words in English and other languages: “Let Us Love,” “God So Loved the World,” “Amo Dios al Mundo,” “Lebu Upendo,” “Mungu aliupenda Ulimwengu,” “Amemonos,” “Cualquier persona que el ama,” as well as several with Asian text. The Christian and U.S. Flags are on the stage, close to the choir area. A notable amount of greenery lines the stage, surrounds the pulpit, and borders the baptistery on the back wall. There are also two mourners’ benches in front of the stage, but farther to the sides than at Southern Hills, and close to the stage so that the front wall of the stage can be used like a wailing wall. The pulpit is front and center here as well, clearly the focal point of the entire room. Unlike Southern Hills, a large cross adorns the center wall at the back of the stage at Springdale. However, here at Springdale there is also no other religious art of any kind.
Just like at Southern Hills, I was greeted inside the auditorium by an older gentleman inquiring who I was, why I was there, and my interest in their congregation. Fred Klein asked my name, where I was from, and what brought me to town. I explained I was from Oklahoma (he had been to Muskogee), and that there was an army base where I was from (he had been at Ft. Leonard Wood), and that I was attending MSU. “What for?” “I’m getting a Masters in Religious Studies.” “Well, Psychology and Religious Studies will get you a quarter and…a phone call.” I wasn’t sure quite what he meant or how to respond, so I explained an advanced degree in religious studies opens up chaplaincies and other professional positions I was interested in. “Well, good luck with that” he said, trying to not be offensive. I thanked him and claimed another seat near the back.
The song service kicks off with an upbeat version of “I Am a Friend of God,” and just like at Southern Hills, it is the only song during which people clap. There are two video screens over and to the side of the stage where lyrics on moving backgrounds are displayed for convenience. This song leader has four female backup singers and a larger band consisting of an acoustic, electric, and bass guitar, an electric drum set, one piano, and an orchestra consisting of a baritone, a clarinet, a flute, two saxophones, and two trumpets, as well as another 28-person choir. Songs in this set are more friendly and personal, including “He Knows My Name” and “Come Just As You Are.” During the song service, the pastor interrupts my singing along to welcome me and shake my hand. There is an announcement video on the screens. The congregation seems a bit larger, possibly due to the later starting time, and noticeably younger, perhaps for the same reason. Perhaps only twenty percent of the congregation is gray or bald, and I am certainly not the youngest person in the room. In addition to far fewer suits, I spy several visible tattoos on the backs of two women several rows in front of me. There may not be much diversity here either, but the median age has definitely dropped with my short drive westward.
The sermon begins, and I notice immediate differences between this pastor and the previous one. This pastor speaks at a normal volume, and also speaks with a much more interactive and conversational style. He frequently makes jokes (his best one was “I was born at 7:34am, and that was the only time I was ever up before 8.”), tells personal details about his life, and pauses his speech, all things unheard of at Southern Hills. Just like the pastor of Southern Hills, the Bible is his focus, with his message being “God’s Plan for Building the Church,” centered on Matthew 28:19-20. However, instead of rattling off references and quotes faster than the mind can conceive, this pastor encourages people to read their Bibles with him. He notes that there are Bibles available in the pews, but many people have brought their own. During his sermon, he gives people time to turn to the correct passages so they can read along with him. While this may seem like it would shorten the amount of scriptures used, he still manages to get in Genesis 1, Matthew 28:19-20, John 17:17, Acts 2:41, Acts 8:12, Acts 10 (a reference to the events in the chapter), Acts 18:8, Romans 6:4-6, and Ephesians 4:11. The version used by the congregation, or at least the pastor, is the King James Version, the one containing, in the pastor’s own words, “the King’s English.” There is no explanation given as to why they use it, or if it is okay to use another version, but the woman in the pew in front of me uses a well-worn NIV rather unashamedly. There is also no separation noted between the church of Ephesus and Springdale. The pastor also uses some insider languages, and openly admits to it; he addresses “visitors and unbelievers” that may be in attendance today, inviting them to get a “look at what Church is supposed to be.” He then addresses the believers, encouraging them to consider if they are fulfilling their role. He also asks “Amen?” one time, and it is reciprocated, but this happens only once. Generally, the interaction between him and the congregation is based on laughter and thoughtful silence. I later learned that the pastor has a designated parking spot closest to the front door, another indication of the congregation’s appreciation for the man and/or the office he holds.
At Springdale there is a notable amount of typology and distinctively fundamentalist language, as well as some subtle political statements. The theme of the sermon, “Church Growth Plan,” refers not only to the Great Commission, but sometimes to the capital campaign they have for future building plans. Paul and Jesus’ disciples are “evangelists,” just like we are supposed to be, and equipping believers is like equipping “our soldiers in harm’s way.” Mature believers are often referred to as joints, particularly elbows, that help other parts perform their functions. Baptism is compared to the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus, and is deemed “symbolic.” Most interestingly, the Bible is directly equated with a gun – everyone needs to be equipped with it and trained on how to use it. The pastor expounds on this, stating that he has his permit to carry a concealed weapon, and explains how he grew up around guns, his father being a policeman. He talks at some length about gun safety, and how his wife used to be hesitant around guns, but now knows he is competent to handle one safely. All of us, he explains, need to be trained on using the Bible correctly and having one close by…just like a gun. The Bible is also described as the symbol of a believer, and as a tool for living as a believer “outside these walls.” In addition, phrases like “trusted Jesus Christ as my savior,” “living in sin,” “evangelism…making disciples,” and the importance of Jesus being crucified for sins are all mentioned. Baptism is also discussed in relation to other cultures, where “baptism alienates people from their families and their culture…and they are killed.” Such a strong political statement is not explained, perhaps referencing one of their many missionaries or an experience of which they are already familiar.
Overall, this congregation seems more casual and friendly. Instead of words like “AMEN?” and “fear” being the most frequently heard, the words “family” and “church” are the most commonly heard. In addition to a more relaxed and relatable rhetorical style, the pastor intentionally encourages interaction with the congregation, hoping to equip them with the Bible rather than simply machine-gun references at them.
Southern Hills Baptist and Springdale Baptist are shockingly different and in many ways the same. Both congregations use the Bible typologically, with no distance between Old Testament figures, New Testament figures, or themselves.They are living out the Bible in that respect, while at the same time probably claiming to take the Bible “literally.” Both congregations rely heavily on the Bible as their support and authority, rather than on tradition, experience, or reason. However, both of these congregations exert very different rhetorical atmospheres. Southern Hills Baptist Church has what I imagine the intense feeling associated with fundamentalist Baptists like Jerry Falwell, but it also lacked, at least on this occasion, the political passion of Falwell. They seem to live the Bible just as Falwell and crew did, but perhaps the political decline of the evangelical right Dochuk notes is a reality this congregation lives.While they lament a fallen America, at least in a tract, their speech is surprisingly absent regarding hot-button issues like abortion, gay marriage, creationism, second amendment rights, or the righteousness of the Republican Party. However, they have not lost their fear of God,and openly state we should regain that quality.
Springdale Baptist Church provides a different feeling altogether. While maintaining their focus on the Bible, they have also cultivated a warm, “family”-friendly atmosphere. As Luhrmann suggests of the Vineyard, these Fundamentalist Baptist may actually imagine God as their “Best Friend.”They still rely heavily on the Bible as their authority, and they do not shy away from their political beliefs regarding religious freedoms and the normalcy and rightness of personal firearms. They see their religion in the Bible, in their own lives, and in the nations to whom they send emissaries, whose flags adorn their walls. Springdale maintains the Fundamentalist Baptist treatment of the Bible, but has somehow incorporated a bit of evangelical Pentecostalism as well.
As is often the case, simply reading about a group of people will provide you with a fairly simple, narrow vision of who they are, what they think, and how they act. Such was the case with The Book of Jerry Falwell. Leaving the house this rainy Sunday morning, I expected to see two congregations behaving pretty much like Falwell and the gang, claiming “literal” Biblical interpretation but typologizing everything in sight, and taking bold stands against liberalism and claiming a strong, Christian America. I found no such thing at either congregation. Sure, they have a basic, fundamental understanding of the Bible as their authority, and are even prone to employ typology in the Bible and to their world – Luhrmann is right about that. But that is where the comparison ends. These two congregations, both bearing the lineage of “Fundamentalist Baptist” could only feel more different if they were from different lineages. One loudly impresses notions of fear and loss and rigidity, while the other has neon, sloppily drawn posters in their most holy place. One never stops to take a breath, while the other welcomes laughter and silence and patience with a neighbor. Instead of “Fundamentalist Language,” I have learned that there are “Fundamentalist Languages.” While there are many underlying similarities regarding views of scripture and its usage, the method of delivery almost seems to be from different planets. While the basic message may be almost identical, the tone, the location, the feel of the environment, and the emotions displayed and discussed has a dramatic effect on the message. There are, in fact, two languages of fundamentalism, and probably many more out there as well.
Works Cited
Dochuk, Darren. From Bible Belt to Sun Belt: Plain-Folk Religion, Grassroots Politics, and the
Rise of Evangelical Conservatism. New York: W. W. Norton & Co., 2011.
Harding, Susan Friend. The Book of Jerry Falwell: Fundamentalist Language and Politics.
Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2000.
Luhrmann, T. M. When God Talks Back: Understanding the American Evangelical Relationship
with God. New York: Vintage Books, 2012.