Oh, That’s a Cult

I’m slightly obsessed by stories of extremist cults. Books, documentaries, podcasts—I’ll consume it. It’s fascinating watching the same story play out again and again—charismatic leader, sincere followers, answers and perfection, isolation and abuse. There’s always a special twist, a different doctrine, a new look. Some are less abusive than others. Some are more sincere than others. And I’m fascinated by each, I think, because it’s an insight into an entirely different world, a community which has isolated itself, which lives intentionally very different from the everyday world. An exposé gives me a glimpse into a fascinating, foreign world. With distance, it’s easy to feel superior. How were these people so gullible? Wasn’t it obvious that this leader was just a grifter? I’m not that susceptible, I tell myself, partly because I’ve consumed enough of these stories to recognize a cult when I see one.

Of course, that’s prideful and in a way makes me susceptible. People get sucked into cults for all kinds of reasons, usually emotional, not logical, ones. Love-bombing works for a reason. Often, belonging is more important than the specific beliefs. We are apt to trade a bit of freedom and logic for love.

But one mistake I made in my ideas about cults is that they separated themselves, that there was a clear line between this group and that one. I thought people would disagree about a group being a cult, but in reality, there are cults in which people disagree about being a group at all. These cults operate around charismatic leaders, but the followers don’t realize how much control the leader has over them. They think the leader is just a person they like to watch online. They don’t attend formal meetings or have a register. They don’t move off to a rural compound, or even put up their own church.

Rather, these cults operate everywhere, in the minds and phones of people that belong to other organized structures and would never call their interest in this leader a cult. Yet they consume and internalize the leader’s views. [I'm being intentional vague, as I don't want to call out a particular personality over another. There are dozens, hundreds, some more dangerous than others in their control and rhetoric. But the particulars are the relevant point here.]

I was impervious to these cults of personality and ideology at first. Isn’t the leader just a popular writer/YouTuber/politician/professor? What’s wrong with being his fan? And that’s what makes it tricky, because a leader can have lots of fans who have a healthy way of consuming the leader’s message, deciding whether to accept or reject it, and integrating it into their larger pool of resources shaping their worldview. But others take the leader as always right and accept his messages without scrutiny. They become defensive at disagreement, turning further and further inward.

And the tricky thing is that some of these cults exist within a church. There are cults within the Catholic Church—cults of personality and cults of ideological communities—who call themselves Catholic, maybe even “real” Catholics or “true” Catholics. But they only see the Church through a narrow, distorted lens.

These interior cults aren’t easy to see, or they weren’t. In the past few years it’s become more and more clear how these mostly-online fandoms become cults and affect the real world. And suddenly two people who share the same pew every Sunday can barely communicate—they are in the same place, but their ideas are so distant it’s hard to find a common ground, even the common ground of a shared professed faith.

I don’t have a solution to this problem. I don’t think anyone does yet. I fear for where the country is at, and where it looks like it may continue to go. The division is strong, and healing seems almost unattainable. Healing only happens after the hurting stops.

But this realization—that cults can exist within other groups—opened my eyes to a blind spot I once had. I thought being active in a Catholic, or Lutheran, or Presbyterian, or etc etc church would serve as a bulwark against fantastical lies, fanaticism, and charismatic leaders. The Church has documents and tradition and structure to stay grounded regardless of fads. The Church is rooted in Christ, not an online talking head. I thought that was enough. It should be enough. And yet, these cults rise up. And they convince themselves that they are totally compatible with the faith, maybe even that they are only ones with true faith.

This realization made me examine if I followed any person with cult-like devotion. And it helped me when interacting with others that logic and debate is not a helpful tool these days. Members of cults don’t leave because an outsider tells them they’re wrong. Instead, interactions need to offer what the cult can’t—real compassion.

There are discussions to be had on how to combat dangerous ideologies or how to break through to those caught up in cults, and I’ll certainly consume the forthcoming podcasts and documentaries. But in the real world, the physical world of human interaction, it’s best to ignore the labels (though not ignore red flags) and get to know the person. Open doors, plant seeds, and pray for unity.

St. Sulpice the Pious

Sulpice was born in France in the late sixth century to a noble family. He was always devoted to caring for the poor and studying Scripture. He was ordained a priest and made director of the bishop’s school in Bourges. King Clotaire II heard of Sulpice’ good reputation and made him the almoner (distributor of charitable alms) and chaplain of the Frankish army.

In 624 Sulpice became the bishop of Bourges. He was the second bishop of Bourges with that name, the earlier being known Sulpice the Severe. Yet this man was known as Sulpice the Pious.He worked to reestablish ecclesiastical discipline and care for the poor. When the people complained of heavy taxes and mistreatment, Sulpice was not afraid to decree fasting for clergy, and even sent a decree of fasting to the king, making the statement that even the king was not above the Church.

He founded a monastery near Bourges. In his old age, he retired there, letting a coadjutor run the diocese. Sulpice died there on January 17, 646.

The church of Saint-Sulpice in Paris was named after him, the second biggest church in the city. It was there that the Society of Saint-Sulpice began. The society would send some of the earliest missionaries to North America in the sixteenth century.