As an atheist, I truly believe Africa needs God
Before
Christmas I returned, after 45 years, to the country that as a boy I
knew as Nyasaland. Today it's Malawi, and The Times Christmas Appeal
includes a small British charity working there. Pump Aid helps rural
communities to install a simple pump, letting people keep their village
wells sealed and clean. I went to see this work.
It inspired me, renewing my flagging faith in development charities. But travelling in Malawi refreshed another belief, too: one I've been trying to banish all my life, but an observation I've been unable to avoid since my African childhood. It confounds my ideological beliefs, stubbornly refuses to fit my world view, and has embarrassed my growing belief that there is no God.
It inspired me, renewing my flagging faith in development charities. But travelling in Malawi refreshed another belief, too: one I've been trying to banish all my life, but an observation I've been unable to avoid since my African childhood. It confounds my ideological beliefs, stubbornly refuses to fit my world view, and has embarrassed my growing belief that there is no God.
Now a confirmed atheist, I've become convinced of the
enormous contribution that Christian evangelism makes in Africa: sharply
distinct from the work of secular NGOs, government projects and
international aid efforts. These alone will not do. Education and
training alone will not do. In Africa Christianity changes people's
hearts. It brings a spiritual transformation. The rebirth is real. The
change is good.
I used to avoid this truth by applauding - as you
can - the practical work of mission churches in Africa. It's a pity, I
would say, that salvation is part of the package, but Christians black
and white, working in Africa, do heal the sick, do teach people to read
and write; and only the severest kind of secularist could see a mission
hospital or school and say the world would be better without it. I would
allow that if faith was needed to motivate missionaries to help, then,
fine: but what counted was the help, not the faith.
But this
doesn't fit the facts. Faith does more than support the missionary; it
is also transferred to his flock. This is the effect that matters so
immensely, and which I cannot help observing.
First, then, the
observation. We had friends who were missionaries, and as a child I
stayed often with them; I also stayed, alone with my little brother, in a
traditional rural African village. In the city we had working for us
Africans who had converted and were strong believers. The Christians
were always different. Far from having cowed or confined its converts,
their faith appeared to have liberated and relaxed them. There was a
liveliness, a curiosity, an engagement with the world - a directness in
their dealings with others - that seemed to be missing in traditional
African life. They stood tall.
At 24, travelling by land across
the continent reinforced this impression. From Algiers to Niger,
Nigeria, Cameroon and the Central African Republic, then right through
the Congo to Rwanda, Tanzania and Kenya, four student friends and I
drove our old Land Rover to Nairobi.
We slept under the stars, so
it was important as we reached the more populated and lawless parts of
the sub-Sahara that every day we find somewhere safe by nightfall. Often
near a mission.
Whenever we entered a territory worked by
missionaries, we had to acknowledge that something changed in the faces
of the people we passed and spoke to: something in their eyes, the way
they approached you direct, man-to-man, without looking down or away.
They had not become more deferential towards strangers - in some ways
less so - but more open.
This time in Malawi it was the same. I
met no missionaries. You do not encounter missionaries in the lobbies of
expensive hotels discussing development strategy documents, as you do
with the big NGOs. But instead I noticed that a handful of the most
impressive African members of the Pump Aid team (largely from Zimbabwe)
were, privately, strong Christians. "Privately" because the charity
is entirely secular and I never heard any of its team so much as mention
religion while working in the villages. But I picked up the Christian
references in our conversations. One, I saw, was studying a devotional
textbook in the car. One, on Sunday, went off to church at dawn for a
two-hour service.
It would suit me to believe that their honesty,
diligence and optimism in their work was unconnected with personal
faith. Their work was secular, but surely affected by what they were.
What they were was, in turn, influenced by a conception of man's place
in the Universe that Christianity had taught.
There's long been a
fashion among Western academic sociologists for placing tribal value
systems within a ring fence, beyond critiques founded in our own
culture: "€œtheirs"€ and therefore best for "€œthem"€; authentic and
of intrinsically equal worth to ours.
I don't follow this. I
observe that tribal belief is no more peaceable than ours; and that it
suppresses individuality. People think collectively; first in terms of
the community, extended family and tribe. This rural-traditional mindset
feeds into the "big man"€ and gangster politics of the African city:
the exaggerated respect for a swaggering leader, and the (literal)
inability to understand the whole idea of loyal opposition.
Anxiety
- fear of evil spirits, of ancestors, of nature and the wild, of a
tribal hierarchy, of quite everyday things - strikes deep into the whole
structure of rural African thought. Every man has his place and, call
it fear or respect, a great weight grinds down the individual spirit,
stunting curiosity. People won't take the initiative, won't take things
into their own hands or on their own shoulders.
How can I, as
someone with a foot in both camps, explain? When the philosophical
tourist moves from one world view to another he finds - at the very
moment of passing into the new - that he loses the language to describe
the landscape to the old. But let me try an example: the answer given by
Sir Edmund Hillary to the question: Why climb the mountain? "Because
it's there," he said.
To the rural African mind, this is an
explanation of why one would not climb the mountain. It's... well,
there. Just there. Why interfere? Nothing to be done about it, or with
it. Hillary's further explanation - that nobody else had climbed it -
would stand as a second reason for passivity.
Christianity,
post-Reformation and post-Luther, with its teaching of a direct,
personal, two-way link between the individual and God, unmediated by the
collective, and unsubordinate to any other human being, smashes
straight through the philosphical/spiritual framework I've just
described. It offers something to hold on to to those anxious to cast
off a crushing tribal groupthink. That is why and how it liberates.
Those
who want Africa to walk tall amid 21st-century global competition must
not kid themselves that providing the material means or even the knowhow
that accompanies what we call development will make the change. A whole
belief system must first be supplanted.
And I'm afraid it has to
be supplanted by another. Removing Christian evangelism from the
African equation may leave the continent at the mercy of a malign fusion
of Nike, the witch doctor, the mobile phone and the machete.
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