Doug Giles

Can you imagine Dirty Harry Callahan attending a highly effeminized church? 

Dirty Harry is a rough, butt-kicking character portrayed on the movie screen by Clint Eastwood, an accomplished man and a noted actor and director.  Envision Callahan pulling into the parking lot in a black Range Rover amidst a sea of minivans and station wagons.

Picture it.

Hesitantly, Harry gets out of his ride, straightens his Ray Bans, adjusts his jacket and begins the testosterone death march to the front door of the ?sanctuary.?

Ascending the steps toward the entrance of the church, fourteen women and one man greet Harry.  The male greeter he?s forced to interface with is the kind of guy you wouldn?t want to have as your young son?s babysitter.  I?m talking a Mango meets Dom De Luise amalgam. 

The excessively excited quasi-male greeter hands Harry a pastel-colored flyer detailing all the weddings, baby showers, birthdays, picnics and covered dish dinners for that month, and then he plasters Mr. Callahan?s suit with an "I'm a Visitor" smiley face sticker.

Moving past the ?greeter,? Callahan is then hit with more contrived hugs than he would face at a Stuart Smalley-run support group.  Attempting to avoid this barrage of groping, flabby, clutching arms belonging to people he doesn't know, but now is expected immediately to embrace, he tries to fade from view and take refuge against the wall.  Unfortunately for him, he cannot hide because the floral arrangements in the narthex are so profuse that they make an FTD warehouse look like the Mojave Desert.  With no other recourse, Harry frantically begins to move two big sprays and one gaudy wreath in a worried attempt to carve out a refuge from this molestation. 

Finally, out of reach and trying hard to avoid eye contact with anyone, Harry starts whistling and locks his gaze on the artwork.  On his right are six matching prints of fat baby angels in various Little Rascal poses; they look like they have a good buzz going from their mommy?s milk, laced as it is with Diet Coke and Xanax.  Book-ending the baby angel prints are two Precious Moments posters: one shows Christ holding a bunny rabbit, and the other one shows Christ skipping while carrying a lamb.  On Dirty Harry?s left are three pieces of art which depict Jesus, Peter and John the Baptist, all in aggravated states of angst, looking more like soft-focused and melancholic Victorian women than the men they were: masculine revolutionaries, heralds of truth, and rough pioneers of the greatest story ever told.

 Finally it is go time.  The service is begins.

Harry strides into the mauve and cream sanctuary, taking his seat amidst a crowd that is made up of 80% women, 1% masculine men and 19% quasi-males.

The music starts.

It is aphoristic, predictable and clich?iddled.  It is subjective, reflective, emotional and a bit erotic, with Jesus being sung to as ?my lover.?  After two hours of three chords and four songs, the worship leader commands the congregation to turn around and ... yep ? here it goes again ... hug three people and tell them ?you love them with the love of the Lord.?

Harry can?t take it anymore. 

He makes a quick strategic exit before he hurls on the pews because of the over-the-top, saccharine-laced liturgy. 

After decompressing for several minutes and firing up a Montecristo #2 in the parking lot, Harry begins to process this little experience.  He does the math and comes to this conclusion: if I convert to this sort of Christianity, then I must sacrifice not only my sins but my God-given innate masculine traits with which Jehovah naturally and rightly equipped me. 

No thanks. 

I?m not buying this kind of Christianity. 

There?s got to be something different.

There has got to be a church where a man doesn?t have to sacrifice his masculinity in order to be a believer. 

Fortunately for Harry, in this dicey post-9/11 environment, in this incessant in-our-face coarsening of popular culture, he?s actually in luck.  In reaction to Islamic terrorists? attack on our nation, as well as sick secularists? continued cultural attack on traditional American values, a robust Christianity has appeared on the horizon.  This renewed and vigorous faith is effectively eradicating the fu-fu funk of effeminized Christianity and has begun the process of re-establishing the much-needed masculine bent to the pulpit and the pew.

My ClashPoint is this: for all you Dirty Harry?s out there who have been rightly turned off by the girlie man culture of the pre-9/11 Church, you might want to re-visit the house of God.  There have been some changes.  Sure, there are still churches which are run by and appeal to soft, pudgy indoor boys who want to sit out on life, but many ? many ? houses of worship are realizing that difficult times demand change, and one area where the Church needs a change more than a 1-year-old baby who accidentally got into the ExLax is in relation to its feckless effeminate culture.  Sure, there still are moronic malleable ministers who will forever be products of public opinion and perpetuate spineless spirituality.  However, many pastors have realized that the Church and the nation need strong men in times of crisis.

Therefore, a large portion of the Church is changing.  Changing from maintaining the mediocre, and instead adjusting its culture to reach and then keep the ?Harry Callahans.?  Yes, the preaching, the singing, and the prayers are getting graver and less giddy.  The focus is moving away from being passive and permissive to being responsible and courageous.  This is good news for our nation and bad news for those who oppose that which is holy, just and good. 

With men returning to the Church and being welcomed for who they are and what they bring to the table, the lunatic left should expect to see their values and vices curbed and their policies opposed.  With the Dirty Harry-like prophet, patriarch, warrior and wild man returning to the house of God, we can expect to see, once again, righteousness exalted in this nation and weirdness effectively mitigated.


Doug Giles

Doug Giles is the Big Dawg at ClashDaily.com and the Co-Owner of The Safari Cigar Company. Follow him onFacebook and Twitter. And check out his new book, Rise, Kill and Eat: A Theology of Hunting from Genesis to Revelation.