It was 2005, and I had been in full-time campus ministry for more than 2 years. I was respected by peers, had experience leading worship, emceeing events, leading Bible studies, and even traveling internationally to share my faith with others (sometimes in hostile environments!)
It was 1886, and Henry Jekyll was a respected (though let’s face it, fictional) doctor with a reputation, friends, and long list of accomplishments.
It was 1997 and Timothy Keller was a pastor of one of the fastest growing and most influential churches in America, in the heart of New York City.
It was approximately AD 36 and a young man named Saul of Tarsus was climbing the ranks of vigorously fundamentalist Pharisaical Judaism. He was such a rising star that his reputation preceded him when entering a town.
Back to 1997, and Marshall Mathers was a broke young rapper from Detroit with tons of talent and a dream.
What binds all of these men together is an inner conflict. A fight between good and evil. Let’s go back through the list.
In 2005 I was an absolute expert at hiding the inner conflict, but internally I was a man gripped by a performative impulse to convince everyone around me of how great I am, how perfectly I followed Jesus, and how sanctified I was becoming. There was an insidious drive to hide faults, shore up weakness, and be the good Presbyterian.
In 1886, as the story goes, Henry Jekyll saw in himself a similar evil impulse, and sought a way to repress those tendencies. Apologies for potentially spoiling a 135-year-old book, but suffice it to say that he did not succeed in repressing them, but more on that in a bit.
In 1997 Dr Timothy Keller gave a sermon on Romans 7:1-25 where he does a better job of making the point I’m going to aim at today. He’s the one who pointed out Saul (having now become the Apostle Paul, author of the bulk of the New Testament, and most famous pastor in history) writing in the present tense about his dual nature.
But the reason I’m highlighting Marshall Mathers (who you might know as Eminem) is that in 2024 Marshall is still dealing with the aftereffects of the same exact struggle and he even went about solving the problem (so far!) in much the same way that Henry Jekyll did.
Back in 1997 Eminem released an EP (Extended Play–like an album, but shorter) called “Slim Shady” where he introduced an alter-ego who was like an uncensored version of himself. Eminem (who he’d self-reference as “Marshall”) might not get away with saying especially offensive and lewd things, but Slim could get a pass.
Last week Eminem released another album, and as before ever since the concept of “Slim Shady” was introduced, he spends a lot of time making Slim the scapegoat, and playing with the concepts of causing offense, being a sort of dark prophet committed to truth-telling at all costs, as well as typical “I’m the best rapper ever”-style bravado and machismo.
It should go without saying, but just so we’re clear: I don’t recommend listening to this album on a regular basis, and I certainly don’t condone anything that Eminem says, how he says it, or the implications that might flow from it.
But as a case-study in how the non-Christian mind works, I’ve never seen a better and more honest text. Also, and only tangentially related, he’s brilliant as a lyricist. I don’t think a better poet has ever lived.
Hip hop started as a protest genre, speaking truth to power. Rappers, DJs, Break Dancers, and MCs were in large part a mostly-peaceful alternative to gang violence and aggression. Instead of taking up a gun, an emcee could pick up a microphone to resolve a beef.
In the song “Guilty Conscience 2” (again, lyrics not for the faint of heart, and don’t say I didn’t warn you) Eminem’s main beef seems to be with himself. He actually takes a Jekyll/Hyde approach and has Slim and Marshall rap at each other, battle-rap style. From a production standpoint, whenever he’s “Slim” the tone of the vocals are a little more compressed and filtered, and when he’s Marshall it’s clearer and unfiltered.
The setup is that “Slim” has taken “Marshall” hostage, setting the stage for the conflict. By the end of the song “Marshall” convinces “Slim” to untie him, and the song ends with a self-described murder-suicide followed by a “it was all a dream” type of explanation (that doubles as a toying with the audience, if you ask me).
There’s a masterful bit of production that goes on through the song. As he has this internal battle between “the real Marshall” and “the fake Slim Shady” there’s a spot a little over halfway through where “Slim” says this (with parenthetical interjections throughout by “Marshall” and only one bit of censorship—which feels like a record in quoting Eminem 😆)
Yeah, and I scare you ’cause (why?)
Eminem
I’m who you used to be (who?)
The you who didn’t crumble under the scrutiny (wait, what?)
When it was you and me (yeah)
I gave you power to use me as an excuse to be evil (I know)
You created me to say everything you didn’t have the {guts} to say (yep)
What you were thinking but in a more diabolic way
You fed me pills and a bottle of alcohol a day (okay)
Made me too strong for you and lost control of me (you’re right)
I took over you totally
You were socially awkward ’til you molded me (yeah)
As this section of the song builds, the two “styles” of production start to blend, and you can hear both Marshall and Slim rapping together. The track is literally doubled, and the two sides are perfectly in sync.
Late in the 1886 novel, Dr Jekyll is sitting on a park bench, having run out of the “potion” that turns him into the unfettered and evil Edward Hyde, but something happens: he begins comparing himself (favorably) to those around him, and that “vainglorious” thought is the direct preamble to him once again turning irrevocably into Edward Hyde.
And there’s the key to understanding this. There’s a real temptation to view myself the way Eminem does, as a good Marshall fighting against a bad Slim, or the way that Dr Jekyll did: as a mostly good person that just needs to repress that bad side.
That brings us back to the Apostle Paul, for a potentially shocking take:
We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.
Romans 7:14-25
So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!
So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God’s law, but in my sinful nature a slave to the law of sin.
Did you see it? Paul says to Eminem (and Ben, while he’s at it) that all of the striving to keep the law, and thereby save yourself, is a dead end. Why? Because that vainglorious comparison, that insidious and self-justifying pride, that scorekeeping Jekyllism is exactly the fuel that the unredeemed flesh feeds on.
It’s not until you realize that what you need is conversion and regeneration that you can be of any spiritual value. Both the Slim Shady obscenity and the Marshall self-justification (though he never really gets to that corner to turn it) are attempts to not need Jesus.
I really do hope that Eminem can make it there. As it is, I’ve got such respect for his ability to own, call out, and publicly do battle with his demons. But it’s not enough. I don’t have a hundredth the platform that Eminem does, and I can’t imagine calling out my sins and owning them the way he does. He’s both flippant and dismissive of the hurt he’s caused and deeply and openly troubled by it. His lyrics are startlingly raw.
My challenge to Marshall, that he seems to have already figured out: keep digging into that self-justifying and “righteous” facade, and what you’ll find is that no matter how you slice it from skin to core, you’re a bad apple. A “wretched man.”
Then run down that verse with the Apostle:
What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!
Romans 7:24-25a
All you need to turn that corner is nothing. Surrender. Discover the news of what Jesus did for you. Cease the striving to save yourself. Join our line of screwups and failures.