“Mom, why would anyone want to worship an object?” My son, Zach, yelled from the seat behind me.
Idolatry seems puzzling, doesn’t it. I tried to think of an appropriate answer for my ten-year-old. I couldn’t help but think about my personal battle with body image and the frequency with which I must confront my own struggle with body image idolatry.
“Well, Zach, the enemy lies to them. He tells them that the object will make them happy or give them what they want or what they think they need.”
“Were people just stupid then, mom?” He asked. “Did they seriously think that a golden calf was going to do something to make them happy?”
It did sound pretty dumb. Internally I wrote those foolish Israelites off as a group with weak IQs. Did they really believe their melted earrings were going to rise up and make the desert a better place for them?
“Zach, the devil is a good liar though. He tells us things that aren’t true about God and tells us things that aren’t true about the things he encourages us to worship.” I tried to explain.
“Wow. This was a really long conversation.” He replied.
At seventeen years old I learned that there were pretty calves and not-so-pretty calves. Before then, I didn’t know. In fact, I naively assumed that my calves were one part of my body I didn’t have to worry about fixing. My thighs needed thinning, my abs needed flattening, my arms needed toning. But, my calves? I thought they could just hang out down, overlooked by all.
But a meat-head, blond guy with a long pony tail, too much energy, and bright blue spandex shorts, Tony Little, told me otherwise.
As we did our calf raises during his “Target Training” workout, Tony explained that I needed to get “heart-shaped” calves. Apparently just rocking on my toes, forewards and backwards was not enough to achieve the heart-shaped look, I needed to point my toes together and then away from each other and do additional sets of calf raises if I ever wanted calves that would “get noticed.”
Pursuit of an Idol
The concept of idolatry permeates scripture, yet it wasn’t until I was in my early thirties that I first understood how I could be a modern day idolator.
I didn’t have a Buddha statue in the house, nor did I even have a garden gnome just in case it’s statue like quality put it in the idol category.
I was not an idolator. That fact I was certain of. Idolators, as already established, were foolish people who looked for inanimate objects, like calves, to save them.
Or, do I?
Why did I want perfect calves? A hot body, in general?
So I would be saved. Hmm. . .that sounds a bit like idolatry, doesn’t it?
Now, obviously it wasn’t that simple in my mind. In fact, had I thought about it in those terms at all, I may have found rescue earlier. Instead, my paradigm looked like this math formula:
Beauty + More Beauty = Happiness
Happiness = Love
Therefore: Beauty = Love. More Beauty = More Love.
And, I wanted more love. (Who doesn’t really?)
Beauty would rescue me from feelings of insecurity. Beauty would assure me a happy life. Beauty would promise me that I would always have love.
What happened when I finally got the heart-shaped calves Tony Little told me about?
Pretty much nothing. (Though I do think my college roommate April once told me I had good calves. Thanks for that!)
What happened when I finally weighed the amount that would qualify me as “thin”? Did my math equation kick in and change my life forever?
Though, decades later, these “successes” and “failures” taught me a lesson about idolatry.
You see, I prayed the Lord would give me the body I longed for. I also prayed that he’d help me stop obsessing over it. I knew that my cycle of dieting and stressing over my appearance wasn’t healthy. But, I had no idea how to stop. I thought I just had normal girl problems.
Little did I realize I was a calf worshipper.
In Jonah 2:8, God’s word tells us that, “Those who pay regard to vain idols
forsake their hope of steadfast love.” When I discovered this verse I thought, “How ironic!” What I really hoped my good calves (better body) would give me is more love. The kind that would last. The never-ending kind that we all long for.
Instead, by clinging to an idol, I was “forsaking my hope” for that kind of love. How could this be?
Ending Body Image Idolatry
Many women who have discovered this blog have been surprised to find out that body image idolatry was at the root of their body image issues as well. Contributor Mindy eloquently writes about her experience here. But, many other women have written me notes to express how surprised they were that idolatry was part of their challenges.
So, how do we up root this idolatry? How do we fight against all the voices in our culture that tell us that happiness (and love) come from looking like a cover model? How do we release ourselves from the pressure of having perfect teeth, hair, skin, abs, and . . .of course, calves?
We bow before our Lord and say, “I’m sorry.” We acknowledge the ways we’ve replaced his truth– that our value is through Him alone–with the lie of idolatry. We ask Him to forgive us for the ways we’ve sought out a false salvation through trying to look like culture’s standard of beauty.
Idolatry lies. Beauty lies. Worshipping calves never gets us the love we desire. This year, seek freedom, friends. Seek true freedom.