Showing posts with label Sacrament. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sacrament. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Church Condoms

Good morning God,
I read this morning about a new 'Gel Condom' being developed for women who find it impossible to use a condom. The majority of these women are married and are afraid to ask their husbands to use a condom even if they know that their husband is HIV positive or suspect that he is. The fact that they are married, gives the man certain 'rights' over the women with regard to sex - apparently.
I don't regret the fact that I am female - but I do regret the fact that being female is considered second-class by so many people - especially religious people! I worked in the computer industry as a consultant and technical director for many years, yet never felt the need to stamp my feet once. It took the Church to make a feminist out of me. Only in the Church have I encountered the sort of discrimination which has made me want to weep, scream, lash out and, worst of all, walk away.
It's not just about calling and the privilege of presiding at the sacrament, (although it is pondering on this weeks gospel lesson which has set me to thinking and reflecting on this issue) it is also about worth, value and relationships.
The married woman's life is surely worth as much as the man who seeks to impregnate her, surely she has equal value in your eyes, if not in the eyes of the world - so how should her relationship with her husband be based on her relationship with you?
Gender is not an accident, you clearly designed it. We carry our gender in our blood - it is written in our flesh, encoded in every cell of our body. But you also chose to not allow us to be defined by it. Our gender is not all that we are:

John 6:56 Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood abide in me, and I in them.

When I partake of the sacrament, I am partaking in the full humanity as well as the full divinity of Christ. I am celebrating what it means to be more than the sum of X and Y chromosomes, more than my, or someone else's understanding of gender. If I abide in Christ then I am utterly different from anything that I can conceive. I am not merely a woman who has received a foretaste, I am 'In Christ' and united to Christ in such a way that nothing in life or death can separate us.
But so too is any man.
We are equal in that.
Men do not receive more grace from God in the Sacrament, they are not made more male, or given any more authority.
This is mystery and liberation. In Christ the difference of who we are is removed, transformed into an equality of who we are to be. It's no wonder that people struggle to understand it.
So God,
to return to my concerns of gender...
Can you please explain to me why so many Christian women are so reluctant to own their faith and the knowledge of their gift of equality in grace and in your Kingdom? Why do so few use it to transform the society that surrounds them? Why is discrimination in the Church more rampant than in the wider world? What is it that allows us to make bigots of your people and slaves of ourselves?
Could it be that we don't receive often enough from your table, from as many and as varied hands as possible - for, of course, the same argument applies to race, age and sexuality too!
Would we learn greater respect if the sacraments were not 'presided over' but were instead blessed and shared amongst us by a child? Would we discover greater equality if we learned to take bread from hands that are black, or brown or covered with HIV lesions?
In laboratory tests, the condom gel has already been proven to stop the HIV virus as well as semen. The virus is simply too large to pass through the gel.
The sad fact for many women God, is that the Church is in need of such a condom - for although it is with joy that it repeatedly gives birth to new children of God, it is also at the same time regularly infected with the killer virus of prejudice and injustice. And this virus, once it has entered the system, infects the blood that you offer us in Christ.
In a wicked parody of the Pharisaic puzzlement, some Churches are still asking - 'how can this person give us Christ's flesh to eat?' I suspect that this happens God wherever the blood has become so infected that it is generally only given to those who already have the virus, to those who cannot conceive of equality, either on earth or in heaven, for your children.
No I'm not sorry I am a woman God, but I am sorry that so few of your children know how to value the simple fact that YOU made me woman, and that makes it a GOOD thing to be - there is nothing finer. I do regret the need for Gel condoms, for any woman or any church.. and, yes, I hear you saying, now is the time for change..

You abide in me, and I in you -


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Converting and Confirming - or simply Confusing?

Good morning God,
Thank you for the sunshine yesterday, for not raining on our parade (or rather our plinth service). Thank you too for the thoughts and observations. It's often only when something is done differently that we are able to look again at what we thought was familiar and reflect more meaningfully on why we do what we do.

I loved the idea of an act of worship led from the 4th Plinth, of a public proclamation of your word and Ken did exceptionally well (although it was very wicked of you God to give me the image of a probationer minister preaching with the safety net in place!). It was a real honour to be invited to take part and to read your Word to those gathered in that place.
I thoroughly enjoyed the reunion with students from Wesley College... and the fellowship with the other Christians who came to share.
But (and you knew it was coming) I have been wondering about what those who were not Christian would have made of what we were doing.
What image of YOU in us did they see and take away with them? Did those who were there to support Ken and share in the worship 'connect' with them in a meaningful way? Were new friends made, did the joy of your presence fill us so that we were able to enthusiastically share your grace?
Christian's occupied a public space for an hour and held silence, listened to your Word, heard it expounded, prayed, sang and...
I'm stuck. I can't bring myself to say that we celebrated with the sacrament of Holy Communion because I'm not sure we did. At least, I know I didn't really meet with you in bread and wine yesterday, and I have been struggling to understand why. Revd Martin Turner did a good job of presiding, the liturgy was fine for public worship, there was bread, there was wine, there were stewards and a fine white cloth..
The best I have come up with so far is..
This was not a service designed to convert - although we know God that you can work in mysterious ways your wonders to perform, a service of Holy Communion which was neither charismatic, evangelical, mysterious or solemn and which was sandwiched between a dancing cow and a cross dresser, was never really likely to attract the attention of the tourist with a half an hour to spare leave alone the businessman passing by on his way to a meeting.
It was in some ways a confirming service, at least, it confirmed me in my fellowship with others and in the many mad things my faith in you gets me joyously involved in. But if I'm honest, it didn't really confirm my faith. It did not speak to me of OUR relationship, or in your promise of the future of humanity and the coming kingdom. I did not feel I was being fed by YOU - it was all too public, peculiar, plastic, problematic...? I can't find the adjective to describe what it was which stole the moment from me.
So sharing the Bread and Wine on this on this occasion was for me neither a converting nor a confirming sacrament, but rather a confusing one.. which is no bad thing I guess God.
It has certainly given me pause for thought as I prepare today's lunchtime service of Holy Communion - what am I hoping it will be? A converting, confirming or simply confusing rite? Above all, how can I prepare for it to be a means of grace in such a way that You are the one who will make the ultimate decision about what will happen - not me?
But musings on sacrament aside, I have to say full marks to Ken for his courage and optimism of grace, and to Charity and the others who worked to make it all possible. Whilst the hour may not have been Eucharistic for me, it was nonetheless a joyous gift of grace to see how creative and determined some of our new ministers are for the public proclamation of the Gospel.
Ken is another excellent example of why the Methodist Church's Venture Fx programme should not be limited confined or restricted according to someone's obsession with Youth. Being a pioneer, being imaginative, courageous and constructive in outreach, mission and evangelism is clearly not restricted by YOU God to those under a certain age. I'm sure that if you have your way, I can look forward to sharing in many more mad but magic moments of mission in the future.