For an American church, the Fourth of July should be just another day

By David McElroy · July 2, 2011

I know this is hard for some people to believe, but Jesus isn’t an American. He doesn’t spout patriotic words, and He doesn’t pledge allegiance to any flag.

Sadly, many U.S. churches are confused about this issue. As a result, this Sunday will be another confusing day when many American church-goers will be hit with a message that is unbiblical in every way.

When I was growing up, I accepted this odd mixture of Christian religion and civic religion without paying much attention to it. I was a patriotic little kid, so I was happy to see various patriotic songs in the Baptist Hymnal on the backs of the pews where I sat every week. I was happy to see a U.S. flag on stage areas much of the time (sometimes flanked by the weird notion of a “Christian flag“).

As I’ve thought about the implications of this odd mixture of patriotism and Christianity, it makes me sick. The U.S. flag has no place as part of a church, just as the flags of various other civic nations have no place in churches, either. If you have loyalties to a government or a state of some kind, that’s your business, but it has no place being given a place of honor in God’s house.

The truth is that those of us who are Christians have brought too much of “the world” into the church. Glorifying and emulating the “American dream” isn’t a biblical thing. Patriotism isn’t appropriate for a church to promote. And American exceptionalism certainly isn’t.

It didn’t start to bother me too much until I was in my mid-20s and attended a large Baptist church here in Birmingham during a Fourth of July weekend. It was a bizarre spectacle. There were flags draped everywhere and there was a processional of people carrying U.S. flags down the aisles at one point. It felt far too much like a Nazi rally at Nuremberg for my taste — and it started me thinking a lot about why patriotism had ever been connected with Christianity.

Americans aren’t the first people to believe they are somehow special and that there is a bond between church and nation. Throughout history, governments have fostered this belief. The Holy Roman Empire is an obvious example, but the people of pretty much every country have believed that God (as they understood Him) was on their side.

Even the Nazis believed that God was on their side. If you look at pictures of German churches from the Nazi era, you’ll find many of them flying the Nazi flag, such as this one at a cathedral in Cologne in 1937. Although few would argue that the U.S. government is as evil as the Nazis were, it makes just as little sense for American Christians to glorify our civic religion as part of our Christianity as it did for German churches to glorify the then-current civic religion there.

Most conservative Christians remain steadfast in their desire to connect their church life with their civic religion, so I know this will anger some people, simply because it goes against things they’ve experienced all their lives and still hold dear. But more people are starting to realize that our allegiance to God has nothing to do with some people’s allegiance to a state.

God isn’t an American. He doesn’t love America anymore than He loves Balochistan or Nepal or Germany. He made and loves every single one of us. It’s offensive to Americanize Him or His loyalties.

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Here’s my grass-cutting neighbor attacking my yard this afternoon. No, I won’t tell you which house is his, because I’m afraid you’ll steal him to do your yard instead. I really appreciate Harvey. My yard was looking pretty ratty. Another neighbor, Cora, called me on the phone while he was cutting and said, “Did you know someone is cutting your grass?!” I told her not to say anything because he might come to his senses and quit working if she did.

I got an email this week from an Australian psychologist who wanted to let me know that the therapists at the clinic she runs have been using an article I published six months ago — “If you grow accustomed to abuse, you eventually accept it as normal” — as required reading for their patients. (The clinic specializes in abuse by partners and parents.) She asked if I would let them print it for internal use by their clients, too, because she said some clients had found it was a good way to start opening up to the idea that maybe their experiences with a spouse or parent had been abusive and they hadn’t accepted that for a long time. I was really happy to find something I wrote being helpful for hurting people.

Do you remember me telling you about a couple who moved in two doors down from me just a month or so ago — and I saw them out making family pictures with children and grandchildren in their yard on Easter? I finally met them tonight while Lucy and I were out walking. They’re super nice folks, but here’s the reason I’m mentioning this. The man asked if I would mind if he cut my grass. I thought at first that he was just trying to make some money, but he didn’t want anything. He said he just enjoyed cutting grass on his riding lawn mower, so it would be a little bit of extra riding. I told him he was crazy — and they both laughed — but he’s going to start cutting it this weekend. I really do live around nice folks who treat their neighbors well. It makes me feel fortunate to know these people.

This is a day when I’d like to walk away from work for six months or a year and go make a film instead. Not necessarily as a way to get wealthy or as something to do for the rest of my life, but just to take a defined chunk of time and make something I could finish quickly. It was December 2004 when I shot my only existing short film (“We’re the Government — and You’re Not”) and it played in 20 film festivals over the next couple of years. It even won some audience favorite awards. It was a big deal to me. That short represented where I was then, but it’s nothing like what I’d make today. The YouTube version has more than 300,000 views, but the Vimeo version is better quality. As I thought about all this tonight, I pulled out scripts I’ve worked on since then and was surprised to find they were surprisingly good. I don’t really think much now about making a living this way, but I’d still like to make some art. Taking the time off to do it now is not financially feasible, but if it were even remotely possible, I would walk away today without a second thought.

As I pulled out of my driveway Monday, I glanced over at my neighbor’s yard and saw that she had dozens of bright yellow and red flowers looking gorgeous in the bright spring sunlight. I picked up my phone and called Cora as I drove so I could tell her how beautiful her yard looks today and how much I appreciate the work she’s done. I could hear the joy in her voice as she explained that she had gotten away from gardening since her husband’s death five years ago shattered her world. She said this is the first year she’s tried to get back to what she used to do — and she was proud as a peacock to have someone notice. “You have made my day, David,” she said with sincerity. The call didn’t take more than 60 seconds, but I had told her something honest that she needed to hear — and she was happy. It reminded me again that we have the power to make other people happy if we choose to care about them and express the words they need to hear. Whose day can you change today?

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