Guest Post by Morbo
I was amused by a recent story in the Dallas Morning News about the rise of charismatic forms of worship in the Roman Catholic Church in Nigeria.
The article chronicled the exploits of the Rev. Ejike Mbaka, a Catholic priest whose style is more akin to the “700 Club” than the often-staid Church of Rome. Mbaka claims to heal people with magic water. At his highly emotional services, he promises that the blind will see, the lame will walk and that those who oppose him will suffer great torments. In other words, it’s classic Oral Roberts stuff.
The Catholic Church has been moving to embrace charismatic forms of worship. Pope Benedict XVI, back when he was Cardinal Josef Ratzinger, urged the faithful to be open to such worship, calling it a counterbalance to “a world imbued with rationalistic skepticism.” (I guess he prefers the alternative — irrational gullibility.)
The story notes that not all Catholics are comfortable with services where people fall on the floor, scream and generally behave like “holy rollers” — a dismissive term for Pentecostal Protestants who believe in the gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Observes the reporter, Joshua Benton, “Some in the church worry about this nudging of conventional Christian doctrine toward the mystical.”
I hate to be the one to break it to those critics, but my understanding of the core doctrine of Christianity is this: It was necessary for God to assume the form of his own son and come down to earth to redeem humankind because all of us were slapped with a type of generational curse thousands of years ago after a talking snake persuaded the first woman who ever lived to eat a piece of fruit that she was not supposed to eat.
In light of this, I think it’s a little too late to worry about mysticism invading the church.