Thursday, August 2, 2012

Fire


You know that thing where life punches you in the guts and leaves you doubled over, wondering what the hell just happened, and you can’t bring yourself to talk to God about it because you’re not entirely sure how much God’s related to the fact that you’re finding it hard to breathe right now, but you pick up The King Jesus Gospel by Scot McKnight hoping that it’ll remind you of the simple truths that can be known, and you realise, at the end of it, that the funny feeling in your tummy is your soul waking up for the first time in a long while?*

And then you find Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell at a church bookstall and the blurb intrigues the $2 out of you, and you take it home and read it and your freshly-awakened soul ignites as if it’d been drooling petrol while it slept, and you realise that God’s answered the prayers you never prayed and then everything in you wants to celebrate and sing praises to your Creator and shout this glorious news from the top of high hills and give everything you own to the poor and foster babies and not eat cakes and avoid Woolworths and Coles and love as hard as it’s possible to love in your little corner of the world?

You know?

Well, that.

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* Those who read this post in January will remember that this is not the first time a book by McKnight has had this effect on me.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Patriarchy and Feminism


from here
I AM A FEMINIST.

The Caitlin Moran type (“I’m neither ‘pro-women’ nor ‘anti-men’. I’m just ‘Thumbs up for the six billion’”*) rather than the Germaine Greer type (which I associate with crankiness and man-hating; I haven’t read any of her books, though, so this may be entirely unjustified). It was actually Caitlin Moran who told me to proclaim that first line, to own it, in her book How to be a Woman, which is “part memoir and part rant” but wholly brilliant and wildly funny; a book that will remain very close to the top of my Favourite Reads Of All Time list**. It should be compulsory reading for all females over the age of 20, and males should probably read it too, although there’d obviously be far fewer “HA! I TOTALLY GET THAT!” moments about things like uncomfortable bras and being wolf-whistled at. I love Moran’s explanation of feminism’s goal (page 308): “...it’s not as if strident feminists want to take over from men. We’re not arguing for the whole world. Just our share.”

Most women I know are uncomfortable wearing the ‘feminist’ label - you may have noticed that even I can’t say it without immediately explaining what I do and don’t mean by it. I do worry, though, that we women have become so privileged that we’ve started taking feminism for granted and distancing ourselves from something we should be immensely and eternally thankful for. As Caitlin Moran puts it (from page 80):
...we need to reclaim the word ‘feminism’. We need the word ‘feminism’ back real bad. When statistics come in saying that only 29 per cent of American women would describe themselves as feminist – and only 42 per cent of British women – I used to think, What do you think feminism IS, ladies? What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? ‘Vogue’ by Madonna? Jeans? Did all that good shit GET ON YOUR NERVES? Or were you just DRUNK AT THE TIME OF THE SURVEY?

These days, however, I am much calmer – since I realised that it’s technically impossible for a woman to argue against feminism. Without feminism, you wouldn’t be allowed to have a debate on a woman’s place in society. You’d be too busy giving birth on the kitchen floor – biting down on a wooden spoon, so as not to disturb the men’s card game – before going back to quick-liming the dunny.
Today too many of us have no idea what feminism was saving us from, so we’re happy to leave it in the past and move on.... Except that, for women in complementarian churches, we’re still in trouble. I find it really surprising and disappointing to read that complementarians align themselves with patriarchy so shamelessly, as if it was (and so is now) a good and right and biblical thing. In a recent edition of the complementarian Journal of Biblical Manhood and Womanhood, Owen Strachan casually explains that “[f]or millennia, followers of God have practiced what used to be called patriarchy and is now called complementarianism.” 

Even if complementarians shied away from using the actual word for themselves, the links are obvious. In Pastoral Counseling Across Cultures, David Augsburger lists factors that define a society as patriarchal, one of which is when most of its members believe that “[w]omen achieve their highest fulfilment as wives and mothers. No matter what outside job or career she may undertake, a woman is first a wife and mother; within the family, the man remains the prime breadwinner, assuming major responsibility for the family” (from page 216). Does this sound familiar? These words are echoed almost exactly by Wayne Grudem in Evangelical Feminism and Biblical Truth (page 44): “The man’s responsibility [is] to provide for and protect, and the woman’s responsibility [is] to care for the home and to nurture children.”

Even more surprising and disappointing, though, is the fact that patriarchy is presented by complementarian guys like Strachan and Grudem as a knight in shining armour, come to restore men and women to where they were before they were captured by Evil Feminism.  This is a devilish lie. Yes, patriarchy is biblical, if by ‘biblical’ you mean “It can be found in the Bible.” It’s as biblical as murder. Perhaps the better question is, “Is patriarchy God’s ideal?” Considering it shows up in Genesis 3 along with Satan, it’s fairly clear to me that the answer is a negative one***.

In the first two chapters of Genesis we see God creating man and woman in His own image (1:27) and giving them the task of subduing and ruling together under God. In chapter 3, however, after both Adam and Eve usurp God’s authority and try to become gods themselves, unity disintegrates and the consequences are spelled out: to the woman, God says (in 3:16), “Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.” Sin’s birth starts man and woman working against – rather than with and for – each other. They now compete for power rather than sharing it equally, and, as we know from many thousands of awful stories, the one who wins competitions like these is most often the one who can punch the hardest.

The Old and New Testaments document patriarchy in practice and it’s not too fun-looking for the women. For a couple of examples, let’s look at the two (of sixty-six) books that are named after women and focus on their stories: Ruth and Esther. In Ruth we read that she and her mother-in-law Naomi, both widows, are so destitute with no husbands to support them that they have to pick up whatever grain is left behind during the harvest in the hope that the owner of the field will be merciful and let them. He is, thank God. The story ends happily because Ruth gets married and gives birth to a son. Hooray! Two males in their lives! Ruth and Naomi are now far less likely to die of starvation.

Esther, the second of the two books, starts with a part of the story of another woman, Queen Vashti. Queen Vashti is rejected by the king because she stubbornly refuses to parade herself for him and his drunk buddies one night; the “wise men” worry that other women will get the same radical ideas if Vashti is not replaced. So search parties are sent out to find beautiful virgins for the king, and Esther is one of them: a young, Jewish girl, who was taken from her home and conscripted to the king’s harem because some men thought she was pretty. We’re raised on Disney princesses to romantically think, “But Esther became queen!” I wonder though, if she’d had any say, whether Esther would have preferred just to hang on to her virginity for a little while longer and continue in the life she knew at home with her mum and dad. They’re just two examples of patriarchy at work in the Old Testament, and they’re not even the bad ones. So forgive me, complementarian teachers, for not fully understanding exactly which part of patriarchy-in-the-Bible you’d like us all to return to. It makes complete sense to me that women would find solace in feminism if this is the alternative complementarian Christians are offering.

Moving to the New Testament, though, we get to Matthew and Jesus, the long-awaited Messiah, shows up! And he treats women like they matter! He talks to them and listens to them and has compassion on them and commends the one who chooses to sit at his feet to learn rather than the one who chooses to busy herself with the housework! And then Paul begins to follow Christ and later writes letters to his churches teaching that not only should the wife “fulfill her marital duty to her husband” (Of course, think the women, we know that already), but the husband should do likewise! Wait - what?! Consent should be mutual (1 Corinthians 7:5)?! The husband must love his wife as he loves his body, God’s Spirit and gifts are given out regardless of gender, men and women are all one in Christ Jesus? No wonder Paul has to ask the women to stop interrupting the worship in order to ask questions (in 1 Corinthians 14:34-35); these chicks are flipping excited to finally be allowed to participate!

Of course, the cultures we find in the New Testament are still patriarchal, just as the early church is still working out how the gospel reshapes so many other areas of life (circumcision, food sacrificed to idols, etc.). But Jesus opened a door through which the breeze of liberation started to move, and it’s rightly continued to blow over the years as many Christians have kept taking Spirit-led steps forward. And so I AM A FEMINIST, because I like what God declared “very goodin the beginning, because I mean it when I pray “Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven,” and because I believe, fervently, that it was Jesus who started the whole equality-for-women movement a couple of thousand years ago.

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* Page 133

** I don’t agree with everything she says, but I think its all important to think through.

*** My husband rightly pointed out that this is a problematic topic despite careful exegesis (as I mentioned in the comments from this post), and so it’s unhelpful to say “It’s fairly clear the Bible says this.“ I agree with him, but I’m leaving it in there with emphasis on the to me“ part, because I am convinced of it, and it is clear to me. This debate will never be solved by collecting passages and arguing around them; both complementarians and egalitarians can find enough verses to back up their case. Where the egalitarian argument wins is in the redemptive movement that flows from Genesis to our world today; read on, and hopefully this will make more sense!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Poo


Moses pointing at poo
Dog walkers in Glenmore Park apparently don’t realise that they, too, are part of Australia and are therefore called to adhere to the cleaning-up-after-your-dog rules that apply to the rest of the country, so we see a lot of poo around. I’ve noticed this because Moses is obsessed with the stuff. When he’s in his pram he merely points and labels as I stroll along, so, along with birds chirping and planes soaring overhead, our walk soundtrack now includes my son’s regular announcements: “Poo....Poo....Poo...More poo!...Poo...Mummy! More poo!...Poo.”

Recently, though, he’s started wanting to get out of the pram so that he can walk, which allows him to squat and inspect each poo he comes across, one at a time. Sometimes he even goes back for a second look at a particularly fascinating poo, and he’ll call out, “Come, Mum!” I then have to explain to him that though I love him unconditionally and have always wanted to be a mother who supports her kids’ interests even when they differ from her own - and I’ve already thought through the fact that one day he might want to play rugby league rather than soccer or listen to house music rather than decent music – and though it warms my heart to see him exploring and finding new and interesting things and I’d ordinarily love to share his excitement and come see what it is he’s discovered, I have to draw the line when it comes to peering at poo. He seems to understand and moves on to the next one, often before my spiel is over.

As we walk home he says “Bye!” to the poo and continues to wave at it until the poo is out of sight. And then when he sees Dadda he tells him animatedly about how we went to the park, and (though we also kicked a ball around and played catch and climbed on a fence and picked up sticks) there was poo there. At least, it seems like this is exactly what he’s saying; he’s still not speaking in full sentences so we have to fill in the blanks. He only started saying Dadda“ a month ago, and he still can’t say “please” (he says “thank you” instead); he is very good, though, at saying “poo.”

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Study


from here
Because I found out about the miscarriage around final assessment and exam time last semester, I was kindly given a super long extension which meant I didn’t have to hand in my final paper until last Monday. Despite whinging my way through the semester and deciding that I’d walk away from my half-complete Graduate Diploma, my post-assignment high coincided with me reading The King Jesus Gospel by Scot McKnight (his books always make me love the Bible more and want to know it better) and I’ve found myself somehow enrolled in two more courses which start this week.

I’m just letting you know because my decision to study more may mean I won’t be around here as often, so if you’re looking for me I’ll probably be frowning at a book somewhere trying to get my head around the relative value of synchronic and diachronic approaches to the book of Jeremiah* or (thanks to a 1.5-litres-of-water-a-day challenge I’m currently taking) on the loo.

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* This comes from one of the essay questions; I AM IN SO MUCH TROUBLE.