Today is International Women’s Day. In honor of that celebration, I invite you to consider these women from the Bible. I’ll name twenty, but believe you me, there are plenty more I have to leave out so as not to bore you to death.
- Eve, who has been blamed often for the original sin, as if that fathead Adam weren’t standing right there next to her when it happened. But she was a co-worker in the Garden, and a symbol of the primal wholeness between the sexes.
- Sarah, Abraham’s wife, who delighted to think she would “know pleasure” again in old age, and who laughed at God and got away with it.(Can you imagine somebody telling God straight up, “Uh, no, I didn’t laugh at you?”)
- Hagar, Sarah’s handmaiden (i.e., slave), used by Abraham to produce an heir and then sent away into the desert by Sarah’s jealousy.
- Tamar the widow, whose brother-in-law Onan spilled his seed rather give her an heir to support her in old age. Tamar took matters into her own hands, slept with her father-in-law, narrowly escaped execution for her “harlotry…“…and became a named ancestor of Jesus.
- The midwives of Egypt who defy Pharaoh’s genocidal order to kill male Hebrew infants.
- Moses’ mother, who in hope refused to kill him outright and instead sent him floating down the Nile.
- Pharaoh’s daughter, who subverted her old man and raised Moses as her own, only to have him reject the palace as an adult.
- Miriam, Moses’ sister, a prophet in her own right, and a political operator not afraid to challenge Moses’ power among the Israelites.
- Deborah the fair judge, who overcame tribal rivalry and led the Israelites to military victory.
- Ruth, who stayed with her mother-in-law Naomi through famine, rejecting the safety of going home to her own people to provide for her family.
- Esther saved the Jews of Persia from slaughter and got the rat bastard Haman hanged on his own gallows. (Esther is the only book in the Bible not to mention God, by the way.)
- Now, moving to the New Testament, Mary, the very-young woman who was unafraid to accept a risky mission from God, who didn’t bother to consult with a male relative before she said Yes, who didn’t mind challenging her son, but who stayed with him when his friends deserted him for fear of their own lives and watched him die a violent and disgraceful death, who was a prophet, received the gift of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost, and whose memory was treasured by the early church.
- The unnamed woman with the hemorrhage (i.e., an uncontrolled menstrual bleed) who didn’t hesitate to touch Jesus and be healed by him.
- The Syro-Phoenician woman, desperate to have her child healed, who gives a smart answer to Jesus’ smart remark. (“It is not right to take the children’s bread and feed it to the dogs,” he says, meaning to help someone who is not Jewish. “Yes,” she says, “but even the puppies can eat the crumbs from the table.”)
- The Samaritan woman, ostracized in her community, who listens to Jesus’ teaching, and boldly spreads the word about him.
- The Forgiven Woman, saved from execution by Jesus, offered God’s forgiveness and Jesus’ compassion.
- Mary Magdalene, often slandered as a prostitute, one of Jesus’ first and most loyal disciples, who preaches the first Christian sermon. (“The Lord is risen,” she tells the disciples on Easter morning. Pfft, they say. Typical men.)
- Martha and Mary, one who serves and one who listens, who may represent the stable communities of the early church (Martha) who provided hospitality to itinerant, mendicant preachers and apostles (Mary).
- Lydia, the “dealer in purple cloth,” who Paul calls a co-worker, who helped found the church in Philippi.
- And last but not least, Phoebe, called a “deacon” by Paul, who brings his letter to the Roman community to another town, showing that women were early, active, and equal leaders in the church.
I can’t do these women justice here. Some of them have had entire books written on them. In fact, we can’t do justice at all by the women of the Bible. They were hurt, raped, killed, oppressed in too many ways to mention.
But we see throughout scripture women unafraid to defy the norms of their day, to work for their communities and on their own behalf. We see women who set the pattern for and far exceed the faithfulness of the men and who change the course of salvation history itself. No women? No Moses. No Mary? No Jesus.
Whatever you think of the treatment of women in scripture or the church, I invite you to consider how different each would be without them. God is unequivocal even when the people aren’t: women are beloved, deserving, and equal children of God. The end. Whatever you think of the treatment of women in scripture or the church, I invite you to consider how different each would be without them. God is unequivocal even when the people aren’t: women are beloved, deserving, and equal children of God. The end.
So there are these things called ice shoves, which are more exactly what they sound like than you might think: wind or current shoves a sheet of ice off a lake or ocean up on shore. This is a thing that 100% actually occurs, and hilariously, the illustration from Wikipedia comes from our own Lake Winnebago.
In fact, we had perfect conditions for massive ice shoves this week: warm weather loosening up the ice on the lake, followed by a windy cold front blowing it up against land. The results were spectacular (watch the video, no seriously, watch the video).
Jen had the bright idea that we should go check out the shoves after a hearty breakfast, which could be a photo essay all of its own. But check it out we did, driving over to Fond du Lac’s Lakeside Park and walking the shoreline for half an hour. You can see the results of our investigation below.
If following the headlines leaves you feeling like you’ve got a tiger by tail, you’re not alone. Nor are you making it up. At least one recent study claims to show that Americans are more stressed out about politics than they’ve been in the past ten years.
It’s not just the bad news, either. I haven’t slept well this week in part because late on successive nights, news broke about Michael Flynn’s conversations with a Russian counterpart and then his subsequent dismissal. It took an hour to figure out what was going on, and then another hour just to work through all the jokes on Twitter. I need the president to make less history so I can catch up on sleep.
You could break your neck trying to keep pace. The new administration has been horrifying, hateful, insane, racist, ill-informed, chaotic, depressing, and on the verge of utter collapse, sometimes all in the same press conference. It’s distressing to see the pain this trainwreck is already causing, yet somehow fascinating to watch the wheels fall off in real time. It is not at all clear who—if anyone—is running the nation sometimes. Even when it is, one gets the sense that the malevolence is limited only by the incompetence. The Executive Branch of the United States Government has turned into a bunch of knife-wielding clowns who can’t manage to get themselves out of the car. It would be terrifying if it weren’t so damn funny and also because we’re strapped into our seats and the circusmaster just opened the door to the lion cage.
All of this makes it difficult to give advice on hopefulness these days. By the time I get done processing the latest existential threat, there’s a new soaring inspiration to talk about, followed by three more depressing things and three rays of sunshine. It’s like Joseph’s dreams of fat and slender calves, only more sinister and drug-addled.
So how do you keep hope alive in dizzying times like these?
The short answer: you keep a practice. As we’ve said before, doing something—anything—helps to reduce anxiety and increase a sense of control.
Given the president’s decided xenophobia, one practice in particular stands out:
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it.
That’s from the Epistle to the Hebrews, of course, which I wrote about last week. It’s not accidental that this great sustained meditation on hope and faith would close with a focus on practice. It was traditional to conclude with practical moral guidance, for one thing.
It’s also true, as someone said, that we often talk about needing hope to take action, but the reverse is just as important: we need to take action in order to feel hope. “Let mutual love continue,” says the author of Hebrews. Love, given and received, is the basis of both Christian morality and Christian hope.
Hospitality was an esteemed value in the day when traveling any significant distance exposed people to real danger. For Jews, it was a kindness done remembering that “you were once strangers in Egypt.” As they once received hospitality, so they should give. It was both a practical reciprocity and a political statement about the God who liberated them from slavery and constituted their nation. Likewise, when Jesus welcomed to the table tax collectors and other notorious sinners, it was at once a reflection of his understanding of God’s radical grace and a protest against the religious establishment’s exclusive policies.
Today, even simple generosity is counter-cultural, a work of justice. A couple of weeks ago, average people flooded airports to protest for and cheer on immigrants clearing the CBP gauntlet to show their sense of right and wrong. Demonstrations continue to pop up to show love and acceptance of Muslims and Hispanic immigrants. These things make me proud to be an American still.
Any practice helps to keep the fires burning in a demoralizing time. Whether organizing protests or writing poetry, taking action helps to set priorities and maintain balance. It’s simple enough to turn out for pro-immigrant rallies or support groups like the New Sanctuary Movement or Voces de la Frontera.
But although practices by themselves sustain hope, they don’t actually produce it, and hope is what we are after. In that regard, there is no substitute for caring for specific individuals. Christine Pohl says:
Strangers are “people without a place.” To be without a place is to be disconnected from basic, life-supporting institutions—family, work, civil society, and religious community—and to be without the networks of relations that sustain and support human beings. People without a place who also lack financial resources are the most vulnerable people. This is the condition in which homeless people, displaced poor people, refugees, and undocumented persons find themselves.
Working with individuals like this to restore broken connections and find a new place in the world is hope-giving. Watching someone heal and come alive again only increases confidence in the belief that healing is in fact possible. Working against the agenda of fear, hate and division strengthens the faith that in the end, that agenda does not control us or our world. Every act of bringing together is an act of disobedience to the command to separate ourselves from those who fall under suspicion. And nurturing simple human relationship buffers us from the ups and downs of the political world.
Healing, reconciliation, and love are the great sources of hope, because they point to new possibilities to escape the seemingly inescapable logic of hostility and death. They direct us to a better destination for the world. If you feel like your neck’s going to break with every breaking news story, take a breather and go help at the local food pantry or homeless shelter. Sign up to help resettle a refugee family, if you can, or to work with migrants. They’ll appreciate it and they’ll feel good about it.
I was thinking back across my life history the other day (as you do) and was a bit surprised to realize how deep my connection with politics goes.
When I was 10? 11? I wrote Jimmy Carter a stinging letter scolding him for, in my view, not doing enough to realize a two-state solution to the Israel-Palestine conflict. My mom still has it somewhere, she likes to laugh about it.
But I also accompanied my parents to anti-nuke rallies in the early 80’s, when I was 14 or so. At about the same time, I decided I needed to know what was going on in the world, so I more or less taught myself to read the evening paper. (I skipped business mostly and sports always.) If I remember correctly, it wasn’t long before I was trying to dope out Newsweek and Ms. as well.
From there, it just flowed. I got kicked out of high school for a day because of some dumb protest I took part in. It did at least result in one math teacher wishing aloud that he could be like John Wayne with anti-war protesters, so we did raise some consciousness. Despite that, two of the history teachers sprang for a plane ticket so I could participate in a week-long study trip to D.C., even sought me out to tell me I should apply for the scholarship.
I don’t know why I didn’t take a degree in poli sci and journalism. Probably it was some combination of a deficit in maturity, preparation and self-confidence. Besides, I was set on a career in literature. Look at how well that worked out. But I marched against the first Iraq War and police brutality, and served as the campaign manager for two buddies running for student government. The highlight of the campaign was the student newspaper terming us “a joke party, but a pretty funny one.”
It’s honestly a mystery why I never made a living related to politics. Maybe the right situation never presented itself? Sometimes you fall into these things by accident, and if there’s no rabbit hole, it doesn’t happen. Yet despite all the curves in life, activism and awareness have never been far away. Even in the worst times of my life, I’ve always known what’s up, and I’ve never been shy about sharing my opinions. That hasn’t always worked in my favor. I was an advocate for marriage equality way before my congregation was ready for it.
Things took on a new urgency under Bush II. I was horrified by the invasion of Iraq and how it came about, and scandalized by church people declaring Bush the “instrument of God’s will.” That led to writing for the newspaper which led to blogging which led me to where we are now.
Through all of this experience, all the ups and downs and apocalyptic moments of American politics in the past 40 years, I’ve never been scared like I was the night the latest president got elected. I had to go in another room and weep so our son wouldn’t see the fear and distress. I’ve never thought a president might actually dissolve American democracy, and I’m old enough to remember Ronald Reagan, for God’s sake.
For longer than I want to admit, what kept me going through the rough patches was the progressive’s sense that world was inevitably getting better, that conservatives could drag their feet, but ultimately our side would win. That idea died hard when Scott Walker won his recall election after cheating his way into office and then promptly screwing his state employees. It died even harder come early November 2016. What the hell is wrong with people? Why are humans so perverse sometimes? I don’t know.
These days, I’m trying not to get ahead of myself laughing at the ineptness of the new regime. Their days seem numbered, but that’s what I thought about Walker, too. Bannon’s crew could always pull things together and finally start the authoritarian regime they’ve been lusting after.
Frankly, my biggest source of hope at the moment is the knowledge that people like me—straight white men—are steadily losing their grip on American society, and thank God for that. We’ve stunk up the joint for long enough. There’s a new and pretty effective civil rights movement, a flood of women planning on running for office, and there are young people stronger than they ever should have to be yet doing a superb job all the same.
I look at a kid like this, and all I can think is “we’re going to be in good hands.” One of these days, she or Jaqueline Rayos García or someone like them will run for president and win, and we will all be better for it. Maybe I’ll never make a living in politics, but I’ll stick with the activism and the sharing of opinions. In the end, it’s probably for the best, anyway. Everybody else plays politics to accumulate power. My goal is to give it away, ever as fast as I can.
Are you kidding me? In this poisonous political climate, we’re going to drop “love your enemy”? Jesus, are you trying to get me killed?
This is what you might call a hard word. It’s hard to hear, and hard to preach.
Yet, there it is, plain as day, the teaching of our Lord and Savior:
I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your father in heaven.
Now what are we to do with that?
Let’s back up and begin at the beginning. This is part of Jesus’ effort to call his disciples to a higher standard than simply following the rules. We have to go above and beyond. Last week it was about getting along with people you know: reconciling with a brother, not throwing away your spouse. This week, the focus turns outward for the most part, and the standard gets higher.
First Jesus talks about the lex talionis, the law of retaliation. That’s the principle that the punishment for an offense should not exceed the offense itself. So let’s say—and why not—that I gouge your eye out…the law says you can claim no more than my eye in exchange. Can’t kill me for my crime.
But again, Jesus wants his disciples to go above and beyond. So if somebody hits your cheek, he says (an insult and punishable offense in those days), don’t retaliate, just walk away.
And if somebody wants to take your coat, give them your undershirt as well. (A coat was often the only thing of value somebody had, the kind of thing a man would use as collateral for a loan. A cloak or “shirt” was the bottom layer of clothing, next to the skin.)
And if somebody forces you into service, do them one better. Double their demand!
And if somebody wants to borrow from you? Say yes. Ditto begging.
All of this seems difficult, if not impossible, to carry out in practice. People are naturally very resistant to it—they see threats. And sometimes legitimately so!
There are a couple of theories about what’s going on here. One is that Jesus is suggesting his followers “kill ‘em with kindness,” or as it says elsewhere, “heap burning coals on their heads.” It’s also possible that this is deliberate exaggeration meant to get people thinking about what their duties actually are.
But there’s a third possibility worth considering. At least one scholar sees signs that all of these lessons take place against the backdrop of Roman military occupation.
That bit about going the extra mile? That’s something Roman soldiers did to civilians. And Jesus uses the less-familiar Latin word for mile, not the better-known Greek term. If he lived today, we’d call that subtweeting.
But who do you think the “enemy” was, anyway? Even in Jesus’ day, there was debate about how to respond to the Roman presence in Israel. Some factions advocated violent rebellion—a plan they later carried out with disastrous results.
Jesus offers another alternative: not violence, but something like subversion.
As we’ve seen with countless non-violent protests since, when you stick to the core of what’s right in the face of oppression, you highlight the injustice of what’s being done to you. It’s an excellent way for people without power to resist injustice.
But “love your enemy”? Really?
Understand this: “love” and “hate” aren’t primarily about emotions—they’re about duty. For example, kings would command their subjects to love them, meaning pay their taxes and obey the laws.
So it’s possible that Jesus is saying: “Do the right thing, always, even for people you would consider your enemy.” That includes praying for them: seeing them as God sees them, resisting the temptation to dehumanize them, and reminding ourselves of the grace, mercy, and love shown to us by God.
It’s important to understand as well that this kind of love cannot be given with any kind of expectation of return. My enemies may or may not be converted by my prayers, and they may or may not become better people. Whatever, that’s between them and God. Still, this points the way forward, I think.
I won’t give my enemies the satisfaction of hating them. Being irritated by them, perhaps, but that’s a sermon for another time. Instead, I will do what is right by them, including praying for them and their salvation. Not because I hope to get anything out of them. Because I have been called, like all Christians, to be perfect as my Father in heven is perfect, and that begins with love.