A few years ago, when I was working at a church near Nashville, I took my youth group on a trip to do service work in the Appalachian Mountains at a summer camp there. It was a week filled with hack saws, lots of paint, and conversation with poor or elderly folks of the Grundy County community in East Tennessee. When a former youth of mine began working full-time a few years later at the same summer camp, he mentioned one day that in an office used by summer staffers, there was a make-shift toilet seat on the wall that functioned as a picture-frame. Inside the picture frame? Me.

Toilet Seat

At first I thought it was hilarious, and on some level I still do, but at the very least, it was an incredibly befuddling thing. Who would put a picture of me in a toilet seat picture frame? What had I done that irked them so, or did they just want someone attractive to be hanging there on the wall (ha-ha)? Were they trying to make a statement about me by hanging my picture in a toilet seat? Where did they even get the picture?

After an old friend asked around, at least some of those questions were answered this week. While I still don’t know who was behind the curious case of the toilet seat picture frame or how they got the picture of me, I now know why they hung the picture. And the answer is Sufjan Stevens.

At the end of our week in 2010, a group of my youth wanted to perform a song for the Friday night talent show. With one of them on banjo, two on guitar, and a percussionist, we performed “Casimir Pulaski Day” for seventy or so youth and adults. Since none of them wanted to sing, I offered to provide the vocals, which is weird because singing isn’t really my thing, but I wanted to be supportive. So, we sang the song straight through, and when it was finished and we’d sat back down, a woman behind me (probably in her mid-40s) sneered, “Well, that was just inappropriate!” At the time, I just shrugged it off and hadn’t thought twice about it. Apparently, though, one of the staffers also thought it was inappropriate, and rather than addressing it with me directly, decided hanging my picture behind a toilet seat was the best way to handle it.

The truth is, I don’t really care. Summer camp staffers are usually in their early 20s, and even us 30-somethings can be incredibly petty sometimes. And yet, I think it’s a really good example of some of the wider problems the church faces today – namely in the way Christian people can sometimes cower in the face of anything a little too human:

“Casimir Pulaski Day” is a heartbreaking song that narrates a crisis of faith in the midst of losing a friend to terminal cancer. It raises questions about morality – the complications caused by a tempting kiss and the shame of creating those complications for someone about to die. It questions God, particularly God’s seeming absence in the face of bone cancer, yet still manages to find “glory” in the face of God whom the narrator encounters the day his friend dies.

“Casimir” is the first and only song I know how to play on guitar, and singing it with my youth group was probably one of more special moments of my three or four years working with them. When I found out someone had found the song offensive for a Christian camp (to the point that they felt putting my picture up as a symbol of human excrement was of equal merit), I poured over the lyrics. There is that one line that says, “Tuesday night at the Bible study, we lift our hands and pray over your body, but nothing ever happens.” Maybe they thought the song was pushing a kind of agnosticism? But no less than the Psalmist (Ps. 22:1) or Jesus crying from the Cross in Mt. 27:46, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Sufjan himself acknowledges this in an interview discussing the song when he says that

Firm belief is a bit unreal. That leads to religious fanaticism. Doubt is inseparable from Christianity. With every figure in the Bible you find doubt – Abraham, Moses, all the kings and the apostles. Even Jesus doubted. So isn’t it funny how religions – especially Christian institutions in the U.S. – have eliminated all doubt? They don’t understand how important it is to doubt.

Or maybe it was the line about the kiss? In the song, the girl kisses the narrator’s neck, and he says to her that he “almost touched your blouse.” Or even later, there’s an unclear reference to something shameful they’ve done in the night. There’s nothing sexual about it at all – unless you’re looking for something sexual there. But even if it is something risqué, this fear some Christians have that demands topics always have a G-rating can sometimes make Christianity seem at least a little fake. There’s something heart-wrenching about the honesty of a young man torn by the temptation to share an intimate moment with someone dying. In its prude, proper obsession with “holiness,” a lot of Christianity forgoes the earnest struggles anybody could relate with to instead champion some artificial propriety. Those Christians make sin into a kind of laundry lists of do’s and don’ts rather than the simple concept of being alienated or separate from that which we hold sacred. The beauty of “Casimir” is in Sufjan’s heartfelt search for something sacred in the goodbye of this friendship, in the way the things we hold dear can so easily be taken from us, and so he sings, still finding glory in something, “All the Glory when he took our place, but he took my shoulders and he shook my face, and he takes, and he takes, and he takes.”

One of the things I love about Sufjan is that very shear honesty. Or maybe honesty is the wrong word. Maybe it’s just some very blunt confrontation with reality. I see that in a lot of people my age. If we can’t get to the heart of matters, acknowledging the best and worst of ourselves pretty quickly, then we’re probably going to lose interest just as fast. In that sense, I kinda hope my picture stays behind the toilet seat for a long time. Like a badge of honor, it symbolizes, for me at least, that I’m a person who is willing to sift through a few heaping piles of dung if that’s what I have to do to watch the garden grow. Admittedly, those of us eager to sift through the manure seeing it as fertilizer rather than something stinky and awful are bound to offend from time-to-time. But the fruit is riper, the vegetables larger, and for that we should make no apologies.


  1. I originally hung the toilet seat sans pictures in the summer staff office building as a gag when I was on staff in 2008. The tradition of hanging pictures as jokes in the toilet seat started later that summer. So, the originator of Philip’s picture was following someone else’s lead. Even so, I’ll agree that out of context this picture seems kind of malicious. What you have to understand is that the college-age summer staff at mountain T.O.P. have a lot of fun and have plenty of zany inside jokes and pranks, etc. all summer long. I can assure you that this wouldn’t ever be hung in the full-time staff office where the older adults run the camp from year round. It’s in a room in a separate building that they rarely enter even during the summer. The full time staff certainly don’t know about what’s in the toilet seat because normally the lid is down. I say all this just to clarify that this was a joking, prank-like way to express frustrations at what felt to the staff like an out-of-context song at campfire and not a malicious act. I wouldn’t want this to cast shade on what is a great organization and experience for campers and staff members. I for one think it’s pretty funny that a church camp staff can have this kind of sense of humor behind closed doors (where they need it to stay sane). I also maintain that having been on staff, I can see how they would think that song was a bit out of context and perhaps inappropriate for MTOP campfire. Great points in the blog post, nonetheless.


    1. I can’t decide if the joking, prank-like nature where people take their frustrations out in such juvenile ways makes it better or worse. I mean, someone actually went to the trouble of finding a picture of me online, printing it out, cutting it out (i.e. cutting Katie Burdette out of the picture), and then putting it up in staff area or whatever Yoda’s Hut is supposed to be. One of the youth would have to remind me, as I already mentioned to you, but I definitely don’t recall us being asked to keep it within the context of the week even if that is the normal expectation. The kids chose the song, I approved it. I brought it to the MC and mentioned to the MC that the song contained reference to kissing but that I didn’t think it was too out-of-line, and they approved it without reading the lyrics. If, at any point, someone had said, “Hey, you know, we don’t think that’s appropriate,” even if I disagreed, I would’ve been fine with that. I don’t mind offending people, but I’m not all about trying to offend them in any sort of aggressive way. It’s that instead of being proactive when you’re a camp that has people from all kinds of different churches where theologies and expectations are bound to be different, the approach was reactive, “zany inside jokes” that turned out not to be so “inside” after all. So yeah, it’s not that big of a deal. Me? I can hold my own, and I’m not too upset by it, but it does worry me that if there are pictures of adults in there, are there pictures of campers too? Other zany inside jokes that take out frustrations on a camper who they weren’t too fond of?


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