I was dinging around with SnapChat last week while thinking about all the crazy advice I got over a quarter of a century from nouthetic (Bible) counselors.
And a little satire series was born.
One of my friends and I had previously brainstormed all the different things a nouthetic counselor might say to the future King David if he came to this kind of counselor for help with what to do about King Saul and his rages (and javelins!)
So I made a little SnapChat video story and uploaded it on Facebook. Between my personal profile and my Flying Free page, it was viewed almost 10,000 times in two days.
I uploaded it to YouTube so you can watch it HERE if you didn’t catch it on Facebook. Feel free to share it with anyone who can relate to David’s bewilderment. 🙂
I created another one where the Bible character, Ruth, meets up with a member of Desiring God (John Piper’s organization). I just took some of the things Desiring God writes on their website, and applied their worldview to the story of Ruth. You can watch that one on YouTube HERE.
Why am I doing this? Because I’ve been binge watching The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu, and I’m angry. I’m angry that a worldview that disparages women has been picked up by people who call themselves Christians – and they have insulted and dragged the Name of Jesus Christ through the mud with their hateful (pretending to be godly) worldview.
Delores (you’ll meet her in the first video) would say I’m bitter. But anger over unrighteousness and injustice is not the same thing as bitterness. In my personal opinion, if we are not angry about this – then we are part of the problem.
Plus, bitter people don’t laugh a whole lot – and I love to laugh and try to do it as much as possible. I think survivors, for the most part, HAVE to have a great sense of humor. I know I would have slit my throat years ago if not for the ability to laugh like a crazy woman over the utter ludicrousness of living with emotional and spiritual abuse.
(I used to sing the song, “Round and round and around we go – where we stop, nobody knows!” and dance in circles like a lunatic when my ex spun the conversations in insane directions. Hey, survival baby.)
So I’m going to write some more satire spoofs, and it will probably ruffle some feathers. The Delores’s will come out of the woodwork and wag their fingers at me and cluck. But you know what I will do? I’ll make another spoof using their words.
Heh heh. I think this is going to be fun. Maybe too much fun.