‘Heaven is for real’ and the immature American mind
By Susan Jacoby
There really is such a thing as American exceptionalism: we are more gullible than the public in the rest of the developed world. Sitting pretty at No.1 on The New York Times paperback nonfiction bestseller list is a secondhand memoir, Heaven Is For Real , describing a four-year-old boy’s visit--when he nearly died from a burst appendix--to a heaven complete with clouds, winged inhabitants, and a baby sister his parents had lost to a miscarriage. Only in America could a book like this be classified as nonfiction.
The account of ColtonBurpo’s visit to heaven was written by his father, Todd, an evangelical pastor in Nebraska, and Lynn Vincent, who collaborated on another work of so-called nonfiction, Sarah Palin’s immortal Going Rogue. Of course, none of these good Christian folks produced this nonsense about a little boy in heaven for financial gain. Only atheists write books for money.
To summarize the young ColtonBurpo’s (he is now 11) “nonfiction” experience, he visited heaven while he was under anesthesia and encountered a great many vivid colors, Jesus displaying the stigmata, various creatures with wings of different sizes, and his unborn baby sister (who looked very much like his born older sister). His parents, appearing on the Today show with their son (who admitted that his memories of heaven weren’t as clear as they used to be) said they were skeptical at first but lost their skepticism as their child described more details of his experience in the months after his operation.
These were details, his father said, that the boy could not possibly have known had he not really visited heaven, because he had never been shown a picture of the wounded Jesus. Right. It’s understandable that the son of an evangelical pastor must have seen absolutely no prior images of the crucified Jesus or heard anything about heaven as a place with puffy clouds and winged creatures.
More than 1.5 million copies of this book are in print--enough to keep the Christian publisher, Thomas Nelson, solvent for quite a few years to come. The book is selling like angel food hotcakes in non-Christian as well as Christian bookstores. I particularly love the comment of Barnes & Noble’s vice president for marketing, Patricia Bostelman.
“When you buy the religion subject,” Bostelman said, “you are presented with many stories about heaven, personal experiences about near-death and the afterlife. “But what was unusual about this book was that it was the story of a little boy. It deactivated some of the cynicism that can go along with adults capitalizing on their experiences.”
This is an adult woman with an influential job. The little boy wasn’t the one capitalizing on his fantasies (not experiences, Ms. Bostelman). The boy’s father, his Christian literary agent, Christian publisher, and Sarah Palin’s collaborator were the ones doing the capitalizing.
No doubt the boy’s memories are as vivid and sincere as the memories of all of those preschoolers, coached by adults and “recovered memory” therapists in the 1980s, who claimed that they had been sexually abused en masse in nursery schools by teachers practicing Satanic rituals.
This book, and its commercial success, remind us again of the effectiveness of religious indoctrination early in life. They recall the truth of the Jesuit saying, “Give me a child until he is seven, and I will show you the man.” Can there possibly be any child raised by devout Christian parents who does not, well before kindergarten, have images of winged beings and puffy clouds embedded in his or her brain? Small children believe in Santa Claus for the same reason--because their parents, whom they love, teach them to believe in Santa. The difference is that, at an appropriate age, parents admit that the Santa story isn’t true. They never admit, however, that heaven is the same sort of story.
What is truly disturbing about this book’s huge commercial success is that it attests to the prevalence of unreason among vast numbers of Americans. (The book is way down in the ranks on Amazon.com in the United Kingdom.) The Americans buying the book are the same people fighting the teaching of evolution in public schools. They are probably the same people who think they can reduce the government deficit without either paying higher taxes or cutting the military budget, Social Security and Medicare benefits. In this universe of unreason, two plus two can equal anything you want and heaven is not only real but anything you want it to be. At age four, the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality is charming. Among American adults, widespread identification with the mind of a preschooler is scary.
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I think I am going to write a book. I had a near death experience back in 2008. I remember telling the nurses, "If you don't help me I am going to die. I don't know why but I can feel it." Now the wierd part is I remember the words but I don't know if they ever really fell out of my mouth.
ReplyDeleteThen while I was in an induced coma, I remember vividly, seeing clouds of red I would try to keep my eyes open to make the vision go away. I was sure I was seeing my blood billowing out of me. Finally, and here's where Jesus comes in, up in the right hand corner of the picture, butterflies appeared, white and fluttery, God's promise I would live. OR maybe the explanation was 23 IV's doing their thing in my body. BTW, I also saw Uncle Charlie outside in the hall. It was nearing Christmas and he was riding a little choo choo train delivering presents to the nurses. I waited and waited for him to come in but he never did. Of course, later I found out I was (obviously) delusional. He didn't even know I was in the hospital.
Ah yes. Seeing Jesus and angels while in a temporary death state. I gotta admit, I did enjoy my delusions. Now if only Uncle C would start a religion...
BTW, I too want to welcome Jay aboard! And he can confirm I am telling nothing but the truth, at least about being near death in the hospital.
Charlie I totally agree with you. We in this country are so willingly ignorant about religion, but I offer the thought that maybe it is a world wide disease. I mean, consider there are how many Muslims?
Hope you join our conversation, Jay. Watch for Jim's comment too. They are excellent.
CA gal
"Watch for Jim's comment too. They are excellent. " I just now checked the blog. When I get a few minutes, I'll do some commenting. This one is very close to me since it was a much talked about book while I was in Oklahoma last week. Unfortunately I felt compelled to keep my thoughts to myself due to loved ones who hold an opposite view off things of this nature.
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“There really is such a thing as American exceptionalism: we are more gullible than the public in the rest of the developed world. Sitting pretty at No.1 on The New York Times paperback nonfiction bestseller list is a secondhand memoir, Heaven Is For Real , describing a four-year-old boy’s visit--when he nearly died from a burst appendix--to a heaven complete with clouds, winged inhabitants, and a baby sister his parents had lost to a miscarriage. Only in America could a book like this be classified as nonfiction.”
ReplyDeleteCal gal, I hope I can meet the challenge you gave me to offer some comments. I am familiar with this work (sarcasm intended) as well as others of it’s nature. I have not read it (turned down that opportunity last week) or others of its nature (Left Behind series included) but , I do understand how others in the USA do believe this nonsense. We never stopped believing in Santa Claus (who actually lived and was present in 325 C.E. to give us a Trinitarian god) and have built a religion around what he and others at the insistence of the Roman Emperor Constantine decided we should believe. Nicolas, bishop of Myra (Saint Nicolas) in present day Turkey was considered a generous guy and we ended up with the fat guy in a red suit who helps us run up heavy debt each December while helping our merchants make a profit. The rest is history, but we aren’t the first to believe things of this nature. I can document at least 6000 years of this kind of thinking. A guy by the name of Saul (Paul) from today’s Turkey not far from where Santa was destined to be born some 300 years later really created our own Jesus perhaps from a Jewish teacher (Yeshua) who was killed by the Romans. The real Jewish teacher’s tradition continued in Jerusalem under the leadership of his brother Yaakov (James) and other family members until the final destruction in 133-35 C.E. The Jerusalem folks did not like Saul one little bit and tried to kill him at every opportunity. Saul (Paul) turned the Jewish religion upside down to create a religion consistent with Greek mythology. He thought he had failed, but it turned out the Romans and Bible belt republicans (thanks to Carl Rove) made the this Jewish teacher a god (No, the God). In fact, these people will tell you only republicans will enjoy heaven. I’m a democrat and constantly remind these dimwits that Jesus (Yaakov) rode a donkey into Jerusalem and not an Elephant like the Syrian King did in 169 BCE when he tried to place a statue of Zeus in the temple. By the way my name, James, is Yaakov in Hebrew and so I share the name of Jesus’ brother. How can you get anymore holy than that? Unfortunately, unlike Charlie, I wasn’t born on Christmas day. No, the timing was off, so the best I could do was get Valentine day to be born. Now, that’s a problem for my claim to holiness since the Valentine tradition comes from Hades (yeah, that guy) who after being shot in the heart by his sister’s kid (Eros) fell in love with the goddess of fertility while picking flowers (have you bought roses lately?) and took her straight to the underworld (Hell) and she ate that “forbidden fruit” (she didn’t learn a thing from Eve). I could go on, but there is no telling just where I’d end up.
Jim