Tonight was Day #2 for our Vacation Bible School. The Better Half and I are teaching the First Grade class. As a show of solidarity for our kids’ “team”, we are all wearing hats–the BH and I are wearing Aussie bush hats and I’ve had the kids selecting baseball caps each night out of my extensive collection. I won’t go into details but it ties in with the VBS theme this year, and it gives us something to do for the 20 minutes or so while we’re sitting in the sanctuary every evening, waiting for the opening exercises to begin.
So tonight, towards the end, the VBS director, a very nice lady, and someone whom I like and respect a great deal, took me aside and explained, apologetically but firmly, that not only had one “older member” of the congregation objected to the boys (and the BH presumably) wearing hats in the sanctuary, but also that she herself objected. She didn’t think it seemed respectful.
I was completely flabbergasted, and very angry. I politely agreed that in future we would confine our hat-wearing to the Sunday School wing AFTER the nightly opening exercises, but in private I resolved “fuck this”. Tomorrow night we’ll leave the hats home. Why should I waste my creative energy on people who don’t appreciate it?
It is utterly beyond my powers, both as a parent and as a teacher, to explain to these kids that “some people think it isn’t respectful to God to wear a baseball cap in church”.
“But, teacher, you let us wear them the last two nights, why can’t we wear them tonight?” “Well…” What, Teacher’s an idiot? Teacher’s a closet heathen? Teacher already has a lot of dangerous liberal ideas as far as the rest of the church is concerned, and so has learned to keep her mouth shut and stop volunteering for things and attending meetings, and so has fallen out of the loop, and so is not quite tuned in to what the “older members” might think?
I am fairly conservative when it comes to theology, but pretty liberal when it comes to “social” things, and I am completely taken aback that someone could think that a 6-year-old boy wearing a baseball cap at an evening VBS (which is about as “unchurchy” as you can get, involving skits, singalongs, and about 200 screaming, sweaty kids) is somehow “dissing” God.
Heck, I happen to think that even if the BH showed up on a Sunday morning wearing a fedora, platform clogs, and a pink feather boa, God would understand. Too bad for all the folks who don’t.
And the worst part of it is, this lady’s not an old fuddy-duddy, she’s a thirty-something mother of three, who I always considered a friend, and who is a fast-rising pillar of the church. Doncha just hate it when somebody you thought you knew springs something like this on you?