Did Mark Driscoll prank Evangelicals?
A religion faces its baddest boy
In the early 2000s, a young pastor in Seattle became an Evangelical superstar, giving sermons that were like stand-up comedy.
Mark Driscoll, from Mars Hill Church, fascinated the faith. He was brash, obscene, loud, angry, sexist, misogynist, homophobic, saying things that Evangelicals wouldn’t dream of saying—publicly.
Almost as soon as he’d started, he was gone.
He was unhappy with America—that “pussified nation.”
The church, likewise, was led by “chickified” and “homo-evangelical” men, Driscoll fumed. Why weren’t men—real men—in charge? That’s what God wanted.
Driscoll hated the Jesus of Christian tradition, that “effeminate-looking dude,” that “neutered and limp-wristed Sky Fairy…”
He’d go on, and on, about the “effeminate” Jesus everyone else seemed to like, that “limp-wrist hippie in a dress with a lot of product in His hair, who drank decaf and made pithy Zen statements about life while shopping for the perfect pair of shoes.”
