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I've been reading this piece about the Eddie Long scandal [summary: yet another anti-gay pastor accused of having gay sex with young adults in his pastoral care], and how the idea of the "prosperity gospel" of Long's church feeds into the scandal, over at Ta-Nehisi Coates' blog (the piece itself is written by Coates' friend Jelani Cobb though it's on Coates' blog).
In the comment thread there, people have been discussing the idea, the historical roots and the absurdities, of the "prosperity gospel" idea. For those of you not up on your Christian dogma and theology, this is basically the idea that you should pray to god for literal wealth, which makes you better able to reflect the glory of God to others who see you and know you've got it together because of God, which reflects well on God, etc. This great Chick-tract-esque comic about "Supply-Side Jesus," co-authored by Al Franken, pretty much sums up the whole movement.
Another commenter, Maretha2, summed up a dissertation she'd edited, giving a concise summary of the historical and social reasons why White Christians and African-American Christians interpreted, and still interpret, the idea of the "prosperity gospel" somewhat differently. Of the African-American interpretation of the "prosperity gospel," she wrote, The world says you can't get ahead--but with God you're more than a Conqueror. And the King wants his children to live well--it reflects well on God if his children aren't poor and pitiful.
And I thought about that, and realized how and why that theological idea,
it reflects well on God if his children aren't poor and pitiful, was drummed into me as a child in church in terms of clothing and appearance. I've never quite believed it, and always thought it patently ridiculous, but the conflict between this "it reflects well on God if you dress up for church" idea I was taught and how I actually felt is, as far as I can tell, pretty much the entire root of my conflicted thoughts about clothes, and my ambivalence about and joy in clothes, and a lot of my ambivalence and conflicted thoughts about the beauty inherent in my own body. I feel like I've just dug up one huge dandelion, and can see how ridiculously long the root was.
it reflects well on God if his children aren't poor and pitiful
And this, this exactly, is where I lose the thread of the argument that the prosperity gospel people are making. It's where I've always lost the thread, even as a child, being told that I had to dress up to show respect for God. It seemed to me that God would know respect whether it was dressed in old jeans or sequined gowns, because It wasn't looking at anybody's clothes. It didn't even have eyes to see them: God's eyes saw so deep that they seemed to have a different structure meant for looking at different things, like the eyes of bees, or the eyes of fish in the black parts of the ocean--shining themselves, to catch the light from the dark.
I cannot see why people think that God is always thinking of clothes and how wearing well-made, beautiful clothes to church--or having a beautiful house, or a freshly washed un-dented car, or a boat, is a great way to show respect to God and give It glory. If you read the text, clothes seem like they were man's last-minute, fearful invention to cover up a beautiful God-created body in the first place, in the hope that decorating one's body with a few leaves and standing very still behind some vine would camouflage, literally hide, one's self. And that impulse to hide the body in order to hide the self was new--that's what God starts off asking about. "Who told you you were naked?": it seems like people themselves hardly even knew they had a body, until they had the impulse to clothe it.
That's one reason that I cannot, in my possibly two-sizes-too-small heart, trust Catholicism, although I have trusted a few good Catholics and there are still more out there I am sure I haven't met yet; it seems to me like clothing is more of a necessary evil than something to embroider with the wealth that we are told to leave behind.
Of course, I too am a hypocrite; I care a lot about clothes--especially when they make me feel joyful, more loving to myself, more kind to myself, more my true self in the eyes of other people. And I assume that this is the argument for Catholic vestments; it's part of the argument I've heard for vestments as a Protestant, anyway. And it may be true that those hats and shoes and stoles make my pastor, or the Pope, or the people sitting in the pews, feel more kind and joyful to themselves and others. But I've never yet found any shirt to make me feel as much myself as my skin does; me without thinking or trying. And I've never written a poem about the glow of a streetlight shining on someone's nightgown, or fallen in love with someone because of the way they looked when the yellow afternoon sun caught their jeans just like that.
"Let the little children come to me," he says, and who is poorer or more needy--or more often running around naked--than children?
If God really cares that much about my clothes, he's going to be awfully disappointed; I'm a bit of a messy eater, and the detergent manufacturers' claims about getting out all those grease and berry stains are just not true.
(This post makes me want to be the literal naturist it seems I already am philosophically and theologically, but I'm too often scared about how I look in my own skin, while I have no problem waxing rhapsodic over the skins of other people. And besides, it gets really cold here in the winter).
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And that is why I am going to get a tattoo of a deep-sea fish on my body, as soon as I can afford it, to remind myself, when I forget, that I am beautiful, until I don't forget anymore. Because I am beautiful, and I deserve to know that.
I might put some of the text in, too, about the bees or about the fish or about "didn't even have the eyes to see them," but I haven't decided on that yet. However, I am definitely getting a fish. I haven't decided which fish yet, though. Can you help me? (Vote is non-binding, since this is going to be on my body and not yours.) :D
Candidates include both glowing and non-glowing fish:
- Lanternfish
- Anglerfish (though maybe not, because damn those things are toothy)
- Daggertooth, which looks pretty awesome (this is a new species of Daggertooth discovered in '08 in Antarctica. The record-setting specimen of the Nettled Daggertooth species was hermaphroditic.)
- A Barracudina
- Rattail
- Tripod Fish [this is a video]
- Coelacanth, a fish of which I am terminally fond
- Stoplight Loosejaw, a kind of deep-sea dragonfish which hunts with a red (essentially invisible) beam of light and synthesizes chorophyll from its prey in order to see [damn!]
Feel free to point me toward other deep sea fish I've missed here (fish only please, no other deep-sea glowy things. Stingrays are ok, since technically they are fish. Also, I like stingrays).
In short: there's a seriously worthwhile discussion over at Coates' blog; go and read it!
In the comment thread there, people have been discussing the idea, the historical roots and the absurdities, of the "prosperity gospel" idea. For those of you not up on your Christian dogma and theology, this is basically the idea that you should pray to god for literal wealth, which makes you better able to reflect the glory of God to others who see you and know you've got it together because of God, which reflects well on God, etc. This great Chick-tract-esque comic about "Supply-Side Jesus," co-authored by Al Franken, pretty much sums up the whole movement.
Another commenter, Maretha2, summed up a dissertation she'd edited, giving a concise summary of the historical and social reasons why White Christians and African-American Christians interpreted, and still interpret, the idea of the "prosperity gospel" somewhat differently. Of the African-American interpretation of the "prosperity gospel," she wrote, The world says you can't get ahead--but with God you're more than a Conqueror. And the King wants his children to live well--it reflects well on God if his children aren't poor and pitiful.
And I thought about that, and realized how and why that theological idea,
it reflects well on God if his children aren't poor and pitiful, was drummed into me as a child in church in terms of clothing and appearance. I've never quite believed it, and always thought it patently ridiculous, but the conflict between this "it reflects well on God if you dress up for church" idea I was taught and how I actually felt is, as far as I can tell, pretty much the entire root of my conflicted thoughts about clothes, and my ambivalence about and joy in clothes, and a lot of my ambivalence and conflicted thoughts about the beauty inherent in my own body. I feel like I've just dug up one huge dandelion, and can see how ridiculously long the root was.
it reflects well on God if his children aren't poor and pitiful
And this, this exactly, is where I lose the thread of the argument that the prosperity gospel people are making. It's where I've always lost the thread, even as a child, being told that I had to dress up to show respect for God. It seemed to me that God would know respect whether it was dressed in old jeans or sequined gowns, because It wasn't looking at anybody's clothes. It didn't even have eyes to see them: God's eyes saw so deep that they seemed to have a different structure meant for looking at different things, like the eyes of bees, or the eyes of fish in the black parts of the ocean--shining themselves, to catch the light from the dark.
I cannot see why people think that God is always thinking of clothes and how wearing well-made, beautiful clothes to church--or having a beautiful house, or a freshly washed un-dented car, or a boat, is a great way to show respect to God and give It glory. If you read the text, clothes seem like they were man's last-minute, fearful invention to cover up a beautiful God-created body in the first place, in the hope that decorating one's body with a few leaves and standing very still behind some vine would camouflage, literally hide, one's self. And that impulse to hide the body in order to hide the self was new--that's what God starts off asking about. "Who told you you were naked?": it seems like people themselves hardly even knew they had a body, until they had the impulse to clothe it.
That's one reason that I cannot, in my possibly two-sizes-too-small heart, trust Catholicism, although I have trusted a few good Catholics and there are still more out there I am sure I haven't met yet; it seems to me like clothing is more of a necessary evil than something to embroider with the wealth that we are told to leave behind.
Of course, I too am a hypocrite; I care a lot about clothes--especially when they make me feel joyful, more loving to myself, more kind to myself, more my true self in the eyes of other people. And I assume that this is the argument for Catholic vestments; it's part of the argument I've heard for vestments as a Protestant, anyway. And it may be true that those hats and shoes and stoles make my pastor, or the Pope, or the people sitting in the pews, feel more kind and joyful to themselves and others. But I've never yet found any shirt to make me feel as much myself as my skin does; me without thinking or trying. And I've never written a poem about the glow of a streetlight shining on someone's nightgown, or fallen in love with someone because of the way they looked when the yellow afternoon sun caught their jeans just like that.
"Let the little children come to me," he says, and who is poorer or more needy--or more often running around naked--than children?
If God really cares that much about my clothes, he's going to be awfully disappointed; I'm a bit of a messy eater, and the detergent manufacturers' claims about getting out all those grease and berry stains are just not true.
(This post makes me want to be the literal naturist it seems I already am philosophically and theologically, but I'm too often scared about how I look in my own skin, while I have no problem waxing rhapsodic over the skins of other people. And besides, it gets really cold here in the winter).
--
And that is why I am going to get a tattoo of a deep-sea fish on my body, as soon as I can afford it, to remind myself, when I forget, that I am beautiful, until I don't forget anymore. Because I am beautiful, and I deserve to know that.
I might put some of the text in, too, about the bees or about the fish or about "didn't even have the eyes to see them," but I haven't decided on that yet. However, I am definitely getting a fish. I haven't decided which fish yet, though. Can you help me? (Vote is non-binding, since this is going to be on my body and not yours.) :D
Candidates include both glowing and non-glowing fish:
- Lanternfish
- Anglerfish (though maybe not, because damn those things are toothy)
- Daggertooth, which looks pretty awesome (this is a new species of Daggertooth discovered in '08 in Antarctica. The record-setting specimen of the Nettled Daggertooth species was hermaphroditic.)
- A Barracudina
- Rattail
- Tripod Fish [this is a video]
- Coelacanth, a fish of which I am terminally fond
- Stoplight Loosejaw, a kind of deep-sea dragonfish which hunts with a red (essentially invisible) beam of light and synthesizes chorophyll from its prey in order to see [damn!]
Feel free to point me toward other deep sea fish I've missed here (fish only please, no other deep-sea glowy things. Stingrays are ok, since technically they are fish. Also, I like stingrays).
In short: there's a seriously worthwhile discussion over at Coates' blog; go and read it!
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28/9/10 11:11 (UTC)If you've ever read The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism, I always think of that when I read something like this. The idea that if you were saved, you'd behave in XYZ way, so you act that way in order to give the outward appearance of being saved, which is why the Puritans were so keen on hard work.
I can understand, from an evangelical point of view, that prosperity is a good recruiting tool: "look at what my God has given me; he'll give it to you too!"
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28/9/10 12:39 (UTC)I hadn't been exposed to the idea that one dressed up for church to make God look good before now. This is probably a good thing, as I likely would have looked at said person with bafflement and politely asked them why God cared what I was wearing. And now, I'm having visions of a E! magazine God comparing fashion choices with all of yo's cherubim.
Quick & Important Note
28/9/10 13:26 (UTC)Is that a misspelling?
Or did you mean to use "yo" as a gender-neutral pronoun there?
Re: Quick & Important Note
28/9/10 15:25 (UTC)Re: Quick & Important Note
28/9/10 22:25 (UTC)However, please stop applying them to me. It's offensive and inaccurate to use the incorrect pronoun for someone, and I don't know what led you to change the pronoun you were using for me, since I certainly didn't indicate I wanted a pronoun change to you. Despite my more gender-bending and gender-neutral moments, I still define myself as a genderqueer woman, and prefer the pronoun "she." Unless I explicitly tell you otherwise, don't use other pronouns to refer to me.
Please also keep this in mind in terms of other individuals and their preferences.
Thank you.
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29/9/10 04:24 (UTC)Re: Quick & Important Note
29/9/10 08:48 (UTC)(no subject)
28/9/10 13:55 (UTC)At Coates' blog, Maretha2 noted that, too: especially in the context of African-American churchgoers, church was an occasion on which you could wear something nice, instead of your grubby work clothes.
That was something I should have, and could have, figured out, even from personal context surrounding my dad's work clothes and my own martial arts gear (but didn't). Ah well. Live and, hopefully, continue to learn and/or relearn.
Personally, for me, dressing up in "dress clothes" always made me itchy and overly warm and feeling like I was performing femininity as an exciting & intriguing play on the best days--and fidgety and miserable and feeling like I was performing femininity in Kafka on the worst. I can't actually worship as well in a frilly dress, and always found it annoying/infuriating when other people assumed dressing up made me worship better, or at least didn't make me worship any differently than I would if I were in more casual clothing.
(I'm not too angry with you for making that assumption, because I'm sure you didn't mean to hurt me, but I thought I should point out that it did hurt me a bit, in part because I don't know if you noticed that you'd even made an assumption--and it is, at least in my case, a factually incorrect assumption).
I don't remember if I ever read more than excerpts from "the Protestant Ethic & the Spirit of Capitalism." I'll have to look for it at the library. I think your idea about Puritan/Puritanical behavior definitely held true then, and still holds true for much of modern Christianity. That's a double-edged sword, of course--what can be used to inspire us to better things can also be used to gloss over very real problems in theology and real life. So many Christians are taught that their problems should go away upon communing w/God, and are then dismayed and bewildered to find that this is not, in fact, the case, but that they are expected to act as if it were. Recipe for disaster, of course. :(
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29/9/10 04:20 (UTC)(no subject)
29/9/10 08:52 (UTC)(no subject)
29/9/10 05:50 (UTC)This used to be true for me; it is rarely true now that I am choosing my own dress-up clothes and the occasions on which I wear them. As
I don't know whether you *want* to take a different attitude towards dress-up clothes, but if you do, picking or making some that you find physically comfortable out for yourself, and wearing them to events you enjoy and/or value might be somewhere to start.
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29/9/10 16:41 (UTC)Also, I increasingly thing that Ta-Nehisi Coates' blog has the best comment section of any blog on the Internet.
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3/10/10 10:44 (UTC)Yeah. Do you comment there?
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28/9/10 11:26 (UTC)(no subject)
28/9/10 12:02 (UTC)I like that.
That Tripod fish is pretty amazing. I also think the Rattail is pretty, in spite of its name. Though really, my strongest opinion on your tattoo is that you should think it is awesome. :-)
I think when praying with other people one should consider the weaknesses of other people and not, say, pray naked if that would be distracting for them, but when praying alone (or with people who would not find it distracting), there is no reason not to do what is most comfortable/conducive to prayer for oneself.
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28/9/10 14:02 (UTC)I've always been kind of fond of the idea that you shouldn't be considering other people much at all when praying, but then again, I was raised Protestant, and am inward-looking by temperament anyway. Communal prayer is, in my mind, not less worthy, just a different exercise. And I certainly wouldn't have wanted, to follow your example, pray naked in church--for one thing, the sanctuary of my childhood church was incredibly drafty in the winter, and the boiler went out regularly. :)
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28/9/10 18:05 (UTC)[Disclaimer: I am not speaking for anyone other than my not-very-observant self and my own experience.]
Judaism has prayers that one is supposed to say alone and prayers that one is supposed to say in a group. Some prayers one is not allowed to say unless there's a group of at least ten Jewish men (or Jewish adults, if you're Reform). So in that sense, group prayer is a joint effort. But there's also a mystical thread/aspect, and there are lots of charming Chasidic stories that focus on joy and sincerity at the expense of rule-following. Um, yeah. I will stop wildly overgeneralizing now, at least until I have a better idea of what you're asking.
Yeah, naked in New England is usually not the way to go. :-)
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29/9/10 00:35 (UTC)6But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
(This translation is the NIV, new international version. It's generally considered one of the standard translations. Other, older translations will sometimes translate "room" as "closet," in I think that kind of 16th-century English sense of the word as a kind of little preparation/dressing room).
Thanks for the info about Judiasm and prayer; that's really cool. I don't think that Christianity has such stipulations on group vs. individual prayer; if so I haven't heard of them. Though one could argue that it's customary to repeat creeds in public as a public act, I don't know if that's a rule so much as it is a custom.
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4/10/10 18:32 (UTC)Thanks for the link. I think that praying/being religious ostentatiously hasn't been as much of an issue for Judaism during most of its recent history, because Jews were more likely to be persecuted than praised for doing that. The Jews that I hang out with are mostly not very observant, so I can't tell you about how that issue is dealt with nowadays. The being pious in public vs. in private issue reminds me of Maimonides and his eight degrees of charity, though.
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28/9/10 12:58 (UTC)(no subject)
28/9/10 13:29 (UTC)(B) I too am violently allergic to the prosperity gospel, although I think I wound up with a slightly different reaction than yours.
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28/9/10 14:04 (UTC)The amusing/amazing thing is that the "dressing up" stuff wasn't a formal church teaching--the pastor himself hardly ever wore vestments, and my church was pretty much opposite to prosperity gospel teachings in a lot of ways. It was just something my mom taught me. I don't know where she picked it up, but my best bet's my grandfather.
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28/9/10 16:27 (UTC)I approve of this very much.
The coelacanth is always favorite; otherwise I'd go for the rattail or the daggertooth.
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28/9/10 16:28 (UTC)(no subject)
28/9/10 16:38 (UTC)(no subject)
28/9/10 17:06 (UTC)On the dressing for church-- I can very much see
I think the trick is coming up with some form of "best clothes" which make you feel actually your best. I've been working hard, on and off, on my best "therapist outfits"-- clothes which will express my professional self, the me with the compassion and wisdom and good sense and strong backbone and intelligence and sense of humor and perserverence and knowledge of the DSM-- without being actively not-me. I'm much more comfortable in jeans and a tight tank top, but that doesn't help me get into the right head-space the same way.
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29/9/10 16:46 (UTC)Your whole comment, minus the therapist-specific parts, resonates with me.
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28/9/10 17:56 (UTC)*awe* I don't know that that's one that I'd vote for as a tatoo, but wow.
I'm also rather fond of the tripod fish and coelocanth.