That headline was written with no pun intended, btw. But the IHOP worship center in south KCMO is being sued by the IHOP pancake chain for trademark infringement. This article by Donald Bradley in the Kansas City Star – linked to by the Drudge Report tonight – has some of the details. Frankly, I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner. It would seems the restaurant corporation has at least a decent case, though I’m unfamiliar with the details of trademark law.
I read all the comments on the Star’s website, and some are quite critical of IHOP and its members. There are also a few IHOP defenders making their points and offering thoughts. Yes, there’s the question of the trademark dispute, but there’s also the question of IHOP itself and the nature of its essence. Like most things, simple characterizations one way or the other do not accurately portray the real nature of this issue.
I grew up in South KCMO before IHOP was around. I swam at the Red Bridge YMCA, played baseball at 3&2 near the Grandview triangle, attended church at Colonial Presbyterian Church at 95th and Wornall. It’s not a perfect place but in many ways its a pretty good one. Places always change, and this part of town has changed, is changing, and will continue to change in the near future. IHOP seems to be part of that.
IHOP no doubt sees its mission as a global one and a spiritual one. But IHOP lives in the temporal world, and has a street address. It has bills to pay, floors to clean and neighbors to live with. For the locals, and particularly those who lived in the area before IHOP arrived, it is the practical things that define this new resident and whether its presence is a welcome or unwelcome one.
Spoken or otherwise, there are questions and answers that will determine these matters. Are its members kind and courteous? Are they honest and responsible? Do they treat the place and its people with respect? As religious people, are they thoughtful and temperate, or superstitious and fanatic? The IHOP family must first and always seek to love its neighbors.
I’ve known a number of IHOP folks over the years, including several I regard with affection and respect. To a modest degree, I’ve had some contact with the extended Bickle family, and, as it’s said, have “known people who know” the Bickles well. I’ve personally been to IHOP on a handful of occassions, mostly several years ago, usually to sit in the prayer room and read a bit of my Bible, and to pray and think and take in some of the music. I’m something of a night owl, so it was nice having a place open 24/7 where I could go and do that.
However, I do think there is at least potentially something to the general notion that IHOP is trafficking in the strange and sensational (a topic I have started to write about and will try to publish on later), and that its followers have developed a certain set of psycho-social distinctions, not all of them positive (though I would not call it a cult, as one or two commenters on the Star’s website did). I say this even though, let me repeat, that I know and care for some who have been involved with IHOP at one time or another.
There are all sorts of groups out there, with all kinds of beliefs and practices. Here in America, that sort of thing flourishes, and always has. The one thing they all have in common, however, is an opportunity and obligation to do what is in their ability to be good neighboors. It’s up to IHOP to determine what that means, both as local residents and responsible members of the business community.