Angie Schuller Wyatt has issues. The granddaughter of Robert Schuller, the retired televangelist, the former pastor of the Crystal Cathedral, doesn’t like religion, doesn’t like socially conservative men and doesn’t much like her family.
She says so in her new, provocatively titled book, “God and Boobs: Balancing Faith and Sexuality,” which, she complains, the small-minded Christian publishing community “refused to publish.”
That’s because, the authoress asserts, hers “is the book about God that religious people don’t want you to read.”
And why so?
Well, says she, “Some argue it’s anti-God because of a cover that displays a woman’s bare back and the word boobs.” But her soft-core book cover is not the problem, she says. It’s the “religious opposition to a woman’s sexuality.”
That opposition comes primarily from men, says Wyatt. That includes the “prominent religious men” she knows, some of whom she asked to endorse her book, and none of whom were willing to do so.
It also includes her grandfather, father and brother, whom she disses as the “holy trinity in my family.” Though Wyatt counts herself “heir to this masculine dynasty,” she declares, “I’m of another fabric.”
And not just because she’s not named Robert, like her grandpa, dad and bro. But, she says, stating the obvious, “I also have boobs.”
A certified “spiritual director” (whatever that is), Wyatt says her “passion for serving God was met by a desire to be a sexy, strong and self-aware woman” (whatever that means).
She wants to “have faith and femininity.” To “feel sensual without shame.” To “break free from religious constraints.”
Reading between the lines, it seems to me that the author of “God and Boobs” thinks it perfectly acceptable in the eyes of God for a woman of faith to express her femininity by dressing like a pole dancer.
Like the scantily clad model on her book cover who, in an interview with Wyatt (which doesn’t appear in the book), professes to be a Christ follower in real life.
Wyatt also suggests there is nothing shameful in a woman’s sensuality. And I agree with her provided that those sensual feelings are not manifested in sexual promiscuity by unmarried women or adultery by married women.
And when Wyatt complains of religious constraints, it appears to me she is repudiating the Scripture advising that “women adorn themselves in modest apparel … which is proper for women professing Godliness, with good works.”
Women who break free, as the authoress urges, do so by selling their bodies (and their souls) to the ruler of this fallen world. We know them by their unGodly works – strippers, massage parlor girls, escorts, street walkers, porn actresses and, yes, even nearly nude models on book covers.
These women may think themselves “free.” But they really are in spiritual bondage.