Well, I rolled my eyes. HARD. And I leaned over and whispered to my son "you know that's a load of crap, right?" (He does, don't worry.) We paid tithing and served in callings and went to the temple and said "how high" any time we were told to jump, for YEARS, and our family has suffered setback after setback after setback. My husband has been laid off SIX TIMES and I've been laid off twice, and I had to take a $6K pay cut for my current job because my previous job was literally making me suicidal. The first time he lost his job was in 2008, when I was super pregnant (also serving as an early morning seminary teacher, which apparently wasn't enough to appease God) and he ended up taking a position that paid about 30% of his former pay. So I had to go to work full time as soon as the baby was old enough for child care, even though we THOUGHT that women were supposed to stay home and raise children and we BELIEVED that if God told us to do a thing, He would make it possible to do that thing. That was the hardest year of our life - we couldn't afford DECENT child care, so we had to leave our 3 kids in the care of the ward crazy lady, and I had to keep breastfeeding because we literally couldn't afford formula, which meant pumping with one hand and eating with the other hand in a dirty unlocked breakroom where my male co-workers CAN and DID walk in on me all the time, and... I could go on. Long story short: God DID NOT protect us from any of that stuff. Even though we were literally tithing on our unemployment checks.The prosperity gospel is a BIG HUGE STEAMING PILE OF HORSE MANURE.
Anyway... Somebody must have seen me rolling my eyes in church that day, because later in the evening we get a knock on the door, and someone has anonymously left us a plate of cookies. Nice gesture, right? Oh except for this is what the note said:
Which I promptly crumpled up and threw in the trash.I have seen in my own life so many examples of prosperity because of following the commandments. You guys are the best.
"My son, give ear to my words; for I swear unto you, that inasmuch as ye shall keep the commandments of God ye shall prosper in the land" Alma 36:1
Shockingly, my husband said he understood why I would throw the note away. I totally expected him to side with an anonymous, passive-aggressive note writer over his own wife, because that's totally his MO. Even though he doesn't say it, I think he has drawn his own conclusion that the prosperity gospel is in fact a load of bull hockey.
And the cookies were pretty tasty. But damn. I hadn't realized I was at the 'anonymous baked goods being left on the doorstep' point in my faith transition. Do I get a badge for my profile or something?