Another Church of Christ hosted an areawide youth gathering today, which the youth minister thought was a splendiferous idea, and got us there thirty minutes early, before anyone at all had arrived. There was nothing unusual: bland a-cappella arrangements of popular Christian rock songs (We all know God hates guitars, as well as fags and yeast!), crappy inspirational films, and overcast volleyball.
The feature presentation of the evening was “Soul Surfer.” The movie was based off of the girl who, as I assume everyone remembers, had her arm bitten off in a shark attack while surfing. When I first found this out, the thought of “Why doesn’t God heal amputees?” came to mind. However, I didn’t voice this thought, being smack in the middle of almost 200 Christian fanatic teenagers who no doubt would have done something. I believe the film had something to do about her faith in God helping her through the aftermath, but I could be found drifting in and out of sleep in a pew near the back of the auditorium.
More singing followed. A screen was dropped down while the television was wheeled away, and words began to show up. Everyone began to sing the words on the screen in unison, repeating, “God is so good. God is so good. God is so good. He’s so good to me.” It only served to remind me how all the time I was the song leader at the congregation here, I was just leading the brainwashing process.
Maybe my sayings are too hard. Then again, maybe they’re not.