Faith or Farce?

Blanche Taylor Moore was a preacher’s daughter, preacher’s wife, and a mother.  Her life was encircled by the church, the Bible, and prayer.  From the outside looking in, it was most likely speculated that Blanche lived a good Christian life.  Yet in 1986, she was convicted of murdering her long-time boyfriend, Raymond Reid, by arsenic poisoning.  Blanche is also the prime suspect in many other arsenic poisonings that resulted in the death of her father, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and first husband.  Not to mention the attempted murder of her five day newlywed second husband; the Reverend Dwight Moore.  By all depictions; Blanche is a serial killer, but many years later it was reported by Blanche’s daughter that her letters and cards from jail still teemed with Bible scripture.

God’s assassin?

I don’t endeavor to understand all the goings on inside the thoughts of someone like Blanche, but I would be willing to wager that somehow in her mind, she justifies it.  I imagine that she believes herself to be at peace with God; whether by denying her guilt (even to God!), or in some way believing what happened was God’s will.  I also entertain the notion that I am way off base, and the religious façade is simply her way of feigning innocence to the very end.  But I doubt it.

I gain my soured outlook from years of watching my own mother’s behavior through the years.  My mother has never killed anyone (at least I hope not!), but many of the aspects of her life are in direct contradiction to the Bible.  And yet, she will still maintain that she lives a life modeled by Christ.

My mother suffers from Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  The narcissist is akin to the sociopath, in that they both lack empathy (among other similarities).  The difference is that the narcissist is completely unable to see anything from another’s perspective, while the sociopath may be able to see how their actions affect others; they just don’t care.  Many serial killers are sociopaths.  A narcissist wouldn’t likely kill anyone, though not due to feelings of guilt or remorse, but more accurately because of the negative implications that the act would have on themselves.

From one extreme to the other

In a wholesome, genuine Christian home, faith will thrive and a legacy of service to God will flourish.  Sure, there may be resistance along the way but, as Proverbs 22:6 says; “Bring up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” (KJV)  One need only to consider the family heritage that Billy Graham left behind to see what I mean (I realize that I am setting the bar pretty high here!).

In a dysfunctional Christian home, however, concepts of God and faith are skewed.  The worst part is, we don’t figure this out until we are grown, if at all, and by then the damage is done.  We grow up believing our upbringing is normal, and then internal conflict arises when we delve into the faith on our own, or simply go out into the world on our own.  Once we see what normal really is, it sets our world upside down.  Often this internal conflict can result in substance abuse and addiction, mental health issues, or a complete turning away from the faith; at times all of the above.

In my case, my mother used the idea of God in order to manipulate my actions.  If I did something that my mother viewed as unacceptable; then my behavior was displeasing to God.  The danger of any narcissistic parent is their need to dominate their children at any cost.  The danger of a narcissistic Christian parent is that the line between the parent’s will and God’s will becomes blurred, and God is reduced to a meager instrument of control.

If this was Christian living, I wanted no part of it!

A narcissistic Christian parent will study the Bible relentlessly.  This way they can pick out the parts they want to use, and minimize the portions that don’t fit into their spiritual geo-dome.  “Honor thy father and thy mother” was my mother’s favorite commandment to throw at her children if ever we disagreed with her.  However, I cannot ever remember an instance when she quoted Colossians 3:21; “Fathers, provoke not your children to anger, lest they be discouraged.” (KJV)  Yet even if this scripture would have been brought to her attention, I am sure her response would have been; “I’m not your father.”  She could be very literal when it was to her benefit.  Vague as well, whatever the situation called for.  Manipulation can be very diverse.

Another scripture that was often hijacked by my mother was (the first part of) Psalm 111:10; “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom” (KJV) Her rendering was apparent: If you are smart, you had better be afraid of God.  This makes perfect sense if your intent is dominance.  The most effective method of control is through the use of fear.  Still another quote she frequently used was “Spare the rod, and spoil the child”.  I wonder at times if she really believed that this was a Bible passage.  It is actually a quote from a poem entitled Hudibras, by Samuel Butler.  Nonetheless, the result was that I grew up viewing God as an omnipresent overseer whose foremost intention was catch me in offense, and punish me.  Who wouldn’t rebel against that?  And rebel I did.

My life became a tumultuous abandonment of the faith; riddled with alcohol, drugs, and irresponsibility.  The good news is that God was intent upon showing me his candidness.  He was not about to leave me to my own devices without first allowing me to see Him for who He really is.  He unabashedly pursued me with His love.  Not fear, but love.  I grew to know a God much different than the one that my mother had taught me.  And I came to realize that the god she had shoved down my throat for so many years was not God at all, but a twisted version created in order to gain compliance and feed narcissistic supply.

Are we lighting the path or extinguishing the flame?

The disturbing reality is that inside our churches lurk many parents the likes of my mother, or even Blanche Taylor Moore; with varying degrees of dysfunction.  Is there any question as to why seventy to seventy-five percent of young people are leaving the church after high school?  God isn’t driving them away!  Our own legalism and false teaching is!  God should never be diminished to a mere bridle placed in the mouths of our children in order to steer them the way we want them to go.  God knows the way, God will show the way, and Jesus Christ will lead the way.  Bringing up a child in the way he should go ought to translate into living a life devoted to God and our families, nothing more and nothing less.  The rest is up to Him.

Malevolence behind the Mask

The Story of a Narcissistic, and Christian, Mother

The Story of a Narcissistic, and Christian, Mother

by Michael Christian

I thought my family life was normal.

Loftier, I was under the impression that my mother had cornered the market on child rearing.  After all, I valued and admired my mother.  I would fight for her honor, I went out of my way ease her burdens, and I lamented over any act I did that might cause her worry.  Foremost in my mind was my desire to make my mother proud.   Likewise, my siblings showed much the same respect and appreciation for her.  If she could raise four kids with that kind of reverence, she must have known what she was doing!  Not to mention that since my parents’ divorce, when I was nine, she was raising four children on her own.

God was always at the center of our upbringing.  We were regulars in Sunday school, morning worship, and the evening service.  She would even have four kids in tow at prayer meetings on Wednesday nights!  Admirable.  The pastor and congregation saw her as a strong Christian woman, prayerfully fighting for the souls of her children.

That was probably around 1980.  Fast forward to around the year 2000”¦ Two of the children are alcoholics, with multiple DUI’s (one of those children was me).  Two of the children were married; both are now divorced (again, one was me).  One of the children is now on depression medication, and one has died in an alcohol related incident.

What went wrong?

It wasn’t until my second marriage that I could answer that.  My first marriage was a mistake.  I had gotten a girl pregnant (or so I thought!  But that’s for another story”¦), and in an attempt to diminish my mother’s shame, married.  It did not work out.

Years later, I married my wife.  This was the first woman that I had ever truly loved.  I was still drinking at the time, but had done a good job of hiding from her just how serious my problem was.  Yet even after she realized it, she remained, and helped me to overcome my alcoholism. That should make any mother happy, right?  You would think so.

Problems soon started to arise when mother was no longer the center of my affection.  My wife became an unspoken enemy and, in true narcissistic fashion, my mother declared a secret war.  She began going behind our backs turning our family and friends against us, all the while keeping her façade of living the perfect Christian life.

A narcissist never thinks they are wrong, a Christian narcissist will convince you that to go against their  will is to defy GOD himself.

Down in my heart, I knew that something was amiss within my family.  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew that some kind of generational curse was affecting us all.  Alcoholism, drug abuse, and mental illness seemed to plague my siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles”¦and myself.  I voiced this to my mother once.  Though I didn’t use any names, I opined of all that I felt was wrong with our family.  She became irate, and began speaking in tongues!  Once her tirade was over, she even gave me the interpretation.  To paraphrase; the interpretation was that I had become haughty, and had begun to feel superior to my family.  Essentially, I had gotten too big for my britches, and God needed to let me know about it. (I knew that this couldn’t be coming from God.  I was considering myself as one of the examples of what was wrong!)  This took me back to my childhood.  Usually, my mother could guilt my siblings and I into doing what she wanted.  That was her weapon of choice.  However, if the guilt trip failed, she would unravel and begin speaking in tongues.  To a kid, this was terrifying!  We thought that we had gone so far as to anger God!

At her wits end, my wife eventually confided in a friend at work about some of the goings on with my mother.  The friend also happened to be a counselor, who was familiar with personality disorders.  It was she that first said my mother’s behavior sounded like narcissism.  I began to read everything I could get my hands on regarding this subject.  The scary thing is that the more I read, the more I could see myself in what I was learning!  Not only did I discover that my mother was a full blown narcissist, but I could now see that I, too, was mimicking her behavior in my relationships with my wife and kids.  Some studies have shown that narcissism can have an environmental, and even genetic  component (1).  Often, where you discover a narcissist there will be an entire family with the tendencies.  I felt that I had unveiled the generational curse.

I broke.  No, seriously”¦I broke!  When I started learning about the disorder, I began hiding what I was reading, and deleting my search history from my laptop.  I didn’t want my wife to know what I was.  Then one night, after we got our kids in the bed, I confessed it all to her.  I think what I experienced that night was a psychological breakthrough.  I could not control my emotions.  All I could do was weep loudly and wail, “I’m so sorry!”  I don’t know how I didn’t wake the kids.

I had to break free!

From my reading, I learned that the healthiest thing to do when dealing with a narcissist is to distance yourself from the person.  After many heart to heart discussions with my wife, and several attempts to persuade my mother that her actions were harming, and had done harm to our family, we have distanced ourselves.  The only communication we have now is an occasional text message, and birthday cards that she will send to my children.  More often than not, even in text, she still tries to use her guilt trips. She says things like; “I know you don’t love me anymore, but I still love you, you are my son! Family is everything.”  These type of texts are ignored and get no response.  Many of the birthday cards that come to my children have drawings of sad faces or a single eyeball with a tear coming out of it.  These types of cards never make it into my kids’ hands.

A friend and Pastor told me that this disorder will likely have some small effect on my children but, with God’s help, by the next generation it should be no more.  God is breaking this generational curse.

(1) A Behavioral Genetic Study of Intrapersonal and Interpersonal Dimensions of Narcissism.   Yu L. L. Luo, Huajian Cai, Hairong Song. PLoS One. 2014; 9(4): e93403. Published online 2014 Apr 2. doi: 10.1371/journal.pone.0093403. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3973692/

 

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