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Updated, ~16:00h EST 28 Feb. I somehow managed to post this without the “below the fold” material. I’ve added the missing remainder of the post, and adjusted the timestamp to match.
PZ Myers, Kevin Beck, and a host of others have weighed in on the reprehensible conduct of one Dr. Gary Merrill. The good doctor, who is a pediatrician, declined to care for a child with an ear infection because her mother has tattoos. The doctor claims to simply be following “standards Merrill has set based upon his Christian faith.” In this particular case, though, I don’t think we can blame his Christian faith.
Let’s face it. It doesn’t take much familiarity with the Gospels to figure out that Merrill’s conduct would only have been featured there as an example of what not to do. The man clearly has not in any way, shape, or form internalized any of Jesus’ teachings. He might call himself a Christian, but turning away a sick child because of their parent’s appearance is as absolutely unChristian as one could conceivably get. If I remember my bible correctly, Jesus healed the child of a Roman officer, said things like, “suffer not the little children,” and gave us the term “good Samaritan.” Merrill, on the other hand, wouldn’t heal the child of a tattooed woman, let a child suffer overnight, and basically acted like the Bad Levite in the Good Samaritan story. If I thought it would do any good, I’d suggest tattooing “What Would Jesus Do, You Idiot?” on the guy’s hand, but it really won’t.
I’ve got a feeling that it’s really his personality that’s responsible, not his religion. Every society, every culture, has jerks like this. You know the type - tinpot tyrants in their own mind, keen to impose their morality on everyone they come into contact with. In the United States, he’s a Christian schmuck. In Afghanistan, he’d be Taliban. In Spain, back in the day, he’d have found gainful employment with the inquisition. But in a place where religion was frowned upon, he’d still manage to descend to his current low - in Germany in the late 1930s, he’d be a brown shirt, and in the USSR he’d be your unfriendly neighborhood third-rate party hack/KGB snitch.
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