School started in the fall and I was in fifth grade. I had a few friends, of which, Julie, Holly, and Mary were the ones I hung out with the most. Julie lived on a dairy farm just down the road a bit from our school where I loved riding her pony and playing on her Atari (I wasn't allowed to have video games, they would rot my brain). Holly was a bit snobby and we were constantly butting heads but she threw great birthday parties so I didn't want to be left out of those (thanks to her slumber party I got to watch the Neverending Story and be puzzled by the ceiling mirror in her parent's bedroom above the waterbed). Mary was Pastor Fatty's youngest daughter whose house was the most posh of anyone's in the church outside of the Gibbs' (Yes, those Gibbs, of CLA fame, known to protect IFB abusers at all costs, though now DG III is representing the accuser, not the accused in the Doug Phillips case.) and she had an entire room devoted to her extensive collection of Barbies. Now when I say hung out I mean that quite literally as the monkey bars were my favourite piece of playground equipment and we all scrambled all over them every chance we got.
I went to an A.C.E. school, which was what I had been in when we lived in Maine. My school had strict rules, a totally fundamental baptist curriculum, was KJV only, was run by men, and had a rigid dress code. Also, no minorities were enrolled in our school. Remember, this is the 1986-1987 school year, not 1950, and we didn't live that far from Cleveland so you can't tell me that there were NO African Americans that lived in the area. The ACE curriculum espoused segregation. There were comic strips in our curriculum that taught little lessons or verses at the bottom of certain chapters. In the comics, there was a white ACE school, an asian ACE school, and a black ACE school. They didn't mix. Apartheid was taught as a good thing, and beneficial to the people of South Africa. We didn't celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. day, we were taught that he was a communist, and was not a Christian and certainly not a Baptist since he was a liberal theologian, and that he caused rioting, violence, and assaults to happen wherever he went.
This year at my school they didn't have uniforms, they would implement them the following year. I had been used to being in a uniform in Maine, so being able to wear different clothes every day to school was a novelty.
That's me in the standard ACE polyester jumpsuit uniform.
The culture within the Independent Fundamental Baptist Church is often difficult for others outside to fully comprehend. Many IFB people who are still within the church will cry foul at what I am writing here, but I assert that the IFB as a whole is a cult. So from here on out I will refer to it as the IFB "cult"ure.
The beauty of the IFB church is that they are independent, have no national governing body, they set their own rules and beliefs, don't believe that they are under civil authority, and they answer to only themselves. That's actually not so beautiful when you read it put that way. There are some state and regional IFB organizations, like the GARBC (general association of regular baptist churches) and the Independent Baptist Fellowship of North America (my church during my high school years was part of the latter). However, neither organization actually has any power over individual churches under their umbrella. They basically exist to have annual conferences for guest speakers to come and talk about current issues and how they think is the best way to pastor. Churches rarely get kicked out of these organizations and when they do, it's because the church became too liberal.
IFB churches are run by men, usually white men. The structure within the church goes like this:
- Pastor
- Deacons
- Sunday School Teachers/Teachers in IFB schools
- Ushers
- Adult Members
- Children
I can't begin to tell you how many times I was told that we couldn't talk badly about the "Lord's anointed" or speak harm against him or try to remove him. Pastors were gods. They could be kind and devout though legalistic, as my first Pastor in Maine was, or they could be lispy tyrants, as my Pastor in Ohio was, or they could be deceptive power houses who protected abusers like my Pastor in Pennsylvania. In the IFB, all born again Christians are supposed to be shared priesthood holders within the church, and all matters of importance are to be brought before the church and put to a vote. We used to vote on some pretty stupid stuff, like skirt lengths and carpet colours. Sometimes it was an important vote, like a new deacon (which was a popularity contest, let's not kid ourselves), or a new Pastor (which we were supposed to spend a lot of time in fervent prayer about so God could show us if He had sent us, "the one", it was always disappointing when God sent us an asshole or pervert. Oh God, what a sense of humor you have!).
Music was old fashioned hymns. No drums. No electric guitars or electric anything. Soundtracks for special music had to be pre approved by the music minister and only musical tracks by approved baptist institutions made the cut (Hyles Anderson College, Word of Life, Moody, Bob Jones University, Pensacola, those were approved). No contemporary christian Music ( I once was called into my youth pastor's office over a Michael W. Smith tape of mine that my friend had stolen from me and I was preached at for about an hour about the evils of CCM.). Rock and Roll was forbidden, country music was vacant of morals and not be listened to. Backward masking was a very popular tool used in chapel services to scare us into thinking rock musicians wanted us to worship Satan and kill babies. That backward masking thing fell out of popularity in the IFB as it rose in popularity within the assemblies of God churches. If the AoG liked it, then we had to separate from that trend, because Pentecostals were likely going to hell and we were holier then they were.
Attire was proper, modest, neat, and dated. No pants for women, no shorts, no tops where your collarbone would show, skirts that were knee length or greater, no slits in skirts that went above the knee, no midriffs, nothing form fitting, no tight or fitted sweaters, no bare shoulders. Jean skirts and culottes were almost a uniform of the IFB woman. I like to call culottes the Baptist burka. I did own a couple pairs of pants as a small child, but they were only to be worn at home, when it was cold. I was not allowed to wear them in public. Girls needed to have feminine hairstyles, longer was holier. Short was unnatural unless you were over thirty and had a perm. Our dress was supposed to protect us from men and boys lusts. If they lusted after us, it was our fault.
These culottes would not have been approved, they are above the knee, also the cowboy boots wouldn't have been acceptable, those are men's shoes.
Boys had short haircuts, hair not touching the ears, no facial hair or very tightly groomed facial hair on men. Suits on Sundays, khaki's on Wednesday nights, polo shirts or button down shirts, dress shoes, sneakers with jeans only if you were working on a project at the church or at a job that required it. No t-shirts with writing or graphics on them again, unless you were working or if the graphic T said something about Jesus. But in church, dress attire only.
Homosexuals weren't talked about in the church in my formative years. Or if they were, I was too young and probably in children's church. The first time I remember anything being mentioned about homosexuality was when we were living in Maine and I read a chick tract about the dangers of homosexuality.
This tract would haunt me in later years. When we moved to Ohio, and I met my first gay man, I remembered this tract. I loved him. Not romantic love, just that I loved him as a person. He was a bit arrogant, but I honestly think that arrogance was his way of putting distance between himself and the IFB. He wasn't arrogant so much as he was hurt. He was one of Doc's sons.
Men were the Pastors, the Deacons, and the teachers, women could be Sunday school teachers for other women and girls, or play the piano/organ. Women could hold no other positions within the church. Women were supposed to ask their husbands any questions that they had about the sermon and be silent in the church. Men were the head of the household, women were submissive to their husband's God-given authority.
As children, we memorized scripture weekly. Bible verses for Sunday school, then for school entire chapters, more verses in AWANA on Wednesday. We went to church Sunday morning, Sunday night, were at our christian school Monday through Friday, and had prayer meeting/AWANA on Wednesdays. Soul winning was Thursday nights and some Saturday mornings. (I didn't do a lot of soul winning, thankfully.) Our entire life and identity was wrapped up in the IFB way of life.
As children, the positive thing was that we were seen as blessings. The negative thing is that we were seen as arrows in the hand of God and our earthly father for God's army. Spiritual warfare was seen as a very palpable thing and hearing about demons and Satan and how evil the world was really wears on you as a child and scares you. You are taught that someday you will have to engage in spiritual warfare and you have to be willing to die for your faith.
As children, we were spanked, and often we were physically abused. I was not spanked in an abusive manner. My father never struck me in anger and he very rarely raised his voice. I was spanked though, and I can see how even that could contribute more to the feelings that I had that my body was not my own to control. My father didn't mean to convey that to me of course. It was widely taught that spankings could be carried out until bruises formed and that if you didn't spank you were disobeying the Bible and God's law. I think that most IFB churches have changed this teaching in recent years, though I could be wrong.
For girls purity was the ideal. No sex until marriage and if you had dared to have sex you could face church discipline and expulsion from the church. Boys often didn't face the same consequences, though sometimes they did. Girls who had sex outside of marriage were promiscuous. Boys who had sex outside of marriage had fallen. Neither one a great descriptor, but it's easier to stand up then to erase promiscuity.
Guest preachers that I heard during my lifetime: Bob Jones II, Bob Jones III, Jack Hyles, Bill Gothard, David Gibbs Jr., and many others of the same cloth. I remember our Pastor in Maine getting up and telling us about Lester Rolloff dying in a plane crash when I was around six or seven. You'd have thought the president had been assassinated.
Sometimes we'd have families or staff members who would leave under somewhat suspect or abrupt circumstances. We were not allowed to ask questions about why they had left. To do so was to gossip, though gossip was pretty rampant in the IFB church. The Pastor might get up and address that such and such a person or family had moved but that was about it. He might offer up some explanation, but usually we knew that that family had been questioning the "lord's anointed" inappropriately, stirring up strife, had become liberal, or had done something "immoral". There were times when people were thrown out of the church, but I discussed that in my last post so I won't repeat that here.
We didn't associate much with the outside world and we didn't associate with churches outside of our denomination. Billy Graham, Oral Roberts, Pat Robertson, and eventually Jerry Falwell were all seen as too liberal. Oral Roberts was surely going to hell and leading others there in droves. Billy Graham was the anti-christ, or was training the anti-christ, or something along those lines, he was bad, that's all I knew. Jerry Falwell became too liberal because he allowed CCM music at Liberty and other translations of the Bible. Pat Robertson was a nutter (the IFB didn't get EVERYTHING wrong after all) because he believed in spiritual gifts still being real.
That was my "cult"ure. It took me many, many years to completely leave it behind. For those who don't think the IFB is a cult, please look at this list and if you are in a cult, leave it behind: http://www.esama.ca/warning-signs-that-you-are-in-a-cult
If you suspect the group you are in is harmful, but are not sure, ask yourself these questions:
- do they claim to have a special corner on the truth, something no other groups has?
- are you told to not question what is being taught, as the leadership are godly, honest, have divine authority and you must trust them?
- are you discouraged from asking questions as to why members have left, and expected to accept the reasons the group leadership gives you?
- do they put down other churches, groups, etc, while pointing out their faults and errors to build themselves up? do they use peoples faults and sins as examples of what to do and what not to do?
- are you made to feel your failures, as though your performance is not up to par to their righteous standards?
- do they recommend for you to be around their people, expecting you to attend all group activities? if you do not, are you are questioned about your spirituality or dedication?
- do they stop you from reading anything negative about themselves?
- do they call those who fall away enemies, dogs, or cancer, even using examples from the Bible or other such materials?
- do they place and emphasis on evil and the devil, declaring that the world outside is a threat to the group?
- do they defend themselves in every area?
- do they give importance to a spiritual goal, such as enlightenment, godliness, salvation, that has no real tangible way of being measured?
- do they operate in humility, or seem arrogant, and make demands on you to obey, using such statements such as “real believers obey without question or if you really were a devoted follower you would do such and such"?
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