Welcome to Wading in the Waters of the Word™ with A Women’s Lectionary
Gentle Readers, Followers, Preachers, Pray-ers, Thinkers and Visitors, Welcome!
Welcome to this space where you can share your worship – liturgy and preaching – preparations – using A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church. We begin in Advent 2021 with Year W, a single, standalone Lectionary volume that includes readings from all four Gospels. (We will continue with Year A in Advent 2022 to align with the broader Church.) In advance of each week, I will start the conversation and set the space for you all. I will come through time to time, but this is your space. Welcome!
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A Women’s Lectionary For The Whole Church
Session 1, October 16, 2021
Rev. Wil Gafney, PhD at Myers Park Baptist Church
Plenary 1 | Translating Women Back Into Scripture for A #WomensLectionary
This session introduces participants to frequently unexamined aspects of biblical translation in commonly available bibles and the intentional choices made in “A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church.”
A Women’s Lectionary For The Whole Church
Session 2, October 16, 2021
Rev. Wil Gafney, PhD at Myers Park Baptist Church
Plenary 2 | Reading Women in Scripture for Preaching, Study, and Devotion
This session provides an overview of “A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church,” its genesis, production, and content. There is also an in-depth exploration of specific passages appointed for specific days including time for public and private reading and discussion.
Lectionary Lectio
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Wisdom the Mother of Salvation
Wisdom the Mother of Salvation
Epiphany V: A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church Year C
Proverbs 8:1–4, 10–17; Psalm 111; James 3:13–18 ; Luke 7:18–35
Does not Wisdom call…
Holy Fount of Wisdom, I dare suggest that is not the question. The question for our time is not, “is Wisdom calling.” It is, is anybody listening?
Wisdom is calling. Wisdom is calling. Wisdom the Mother of Salvation is calling.
Let us pray:
My prayer is Miriam’s prayer,
Mother Mary’s prayer – Let it be.
Let it be with your woman-servant
according to your word.
With these words
the Word of God was formed
in the woman of God.
On this day, as on that day,
let the daughter of God
bring forth the word of God again. Amen.
Wisdom is calling gold plated tin pot dictators in white houses. Wisdom is calling the worshipers of white supremacy. Wisdom is calling plutocrats and autocrats. Wisdom is calling the selfish, the warmongers, the bullies, the unmerciful; those to whom James chapter 3 speaks. Wisdom is calling those who use their power for the benefit of those who look like them, think like them, pray like them, love like them, lie like them, cheat like them, defraud like them, steal like them, discriminate like them, hate like them. Wisdom is calling the fake and the phony in pulpits and at podiums and in political office. But is anyone listening?
Wisdom is calling in Proverbs. Take my instruction and not silver, and knowledge but not choice gold. But the ones most in need of instruction at Wisdom’s knee are hoarding silver and hungry for gold though they are full to bursting and vomit it out to make room for more. They build enterprises whose value could feed hungry children but instead, launch midlife crisis phallus shaped rockets into the already crowded heavens. Hungry and hoarding and hungry for yet more. Wealth enough to buy a small country or an even smaller president is not enough. Wisdom is calling and they won’t even take the call. Wisdom is calling those robbing the Earth of her resources, polluting her seas and skies and stripping and razing her forests and jungles, bleaching her coral and starving her children while they gorge themselves. Wisdom is calling.
Wisdom is calling to us too, for all the the woman-born, all earth’s children are all her children. Mother is calling. She who is Understanding calls the mighty and the minute, the wealthy and the ones in want, the conqueror and the conquered, the pious and the pitiless, the innocent and the iniquitous. Mother Wisdom is calling out in our first lesson:
By me royals reign,
and rulers decree what is just.
By me governors govern,
and nobles, all who judge rightly.
If I were the kind of preacher of take the poetic imagination of scripture literally, I might say that Wisdom is calling but the phone lines and fiber cables and satellites are down. For there is no Wisdom in the governing structures of the land when legal asylum claims are dismissed, appointments broken and websites and apps taken down; not just to suspend operations, but to create confusion and fear, weaponized to intimidate.
There is no Wisdom in a land where governors round up suspected immigrants or anyone else with brown and black skin and spend millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of dollars shipping people, families and children to communities where different values and policies predominate; but, refuse to coordinate, to make the lives of the hungry poor even more difficult and as a first step towards their white American, Ameriklan paradise.
Weaponizing God’s children, Mother Wisdom’s children, in their petty power games, while women bleed to death and die from easily treatable miscarriages and pregnancy complications or, after spending days in their car or on a plane until they can find someone who can and will treat them often, at the cost of their fertility; in pro-life states with the highest maternal morbidity in the nation.
Wisdom is calling governors and legislators and those who would puppeteer presidents. Wisdom is calling those once-noble black robed judges who sit high and low and rip the right to medical care from women and trans children and their parents. Wisdom is calling. Pick up the phone America – that’s with KKKs. Wisdom, the Mother of Salvation is calling.
Wisdom is calling. And just who, might you ask, is this God-like, Goddess-like Wisdom? The Scriptures tell us in Proverbs – in today’s reading in chapter 8 and earlier on in chapter 3:
She is the Divine Subcontractor: the Ageless God through Wisdom founded the Earth.
She is the Sanctified Street Walker: crying out at the corners and in the alleyways.
She is the Holy Hostess: setting a table for the simple, the foolish and the ignorant.
She is the Womb Of Life: the Maker of All created her as the beginning of this journey, as the first of their work from the time before time.
She is a Tree Of Life: Shelter under her shade and suckle on her fruit.
The embrace of Wisdom was so scintillating that these few verses in Proverbs were not enough and there is an entire book devoted to her glory and her splendor. Wisdom – one of those books some think are extra, but are canonical to the majority of Christians on the planet; for they were indeed included in the very first two testament Christian Bibles and have been faithfully passed down to us who still deem them scripture. And Wisdom chapter 6 – my students would say that was not on the assigned reading but a professor and a preacher can add an extra texts anytime she chooses! Wisdom chapter 6 says:
The beginning of wisdom is the most sincere desire for instruction,
and concern for instruction is love of her,
and love of her is the keeping of her laws,
and giving heed to her laws is assurance of immortality,
and immortality brings one near to God…
Wisdom is calling. Is anyone listening?
Is anyone listening to a Wisdom that says truth and understanding are better than silver and gold. Does anyone want to hear anything about a Wisdom that is, in the words of James: unselfish, peaceable, gentle, reasonable, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial, and sincere?
Is anyone listening? For that matter, is anyone listening to Jesus?
John listened to the talk about Jesus and he was determined to find out if this holy gossip was indeed the holy gospel. He sent the two of his disciples who asked their question and they listened, perhaps with bated breath: are you the one or should we wait for another? Because we have been waiting Jesus. We have been waiting for you to fix this mess. I mean, that’s what John’s disciples were saying 2000 years ago. We have been waiting, living under the subjugation of this occupying empire that thinks nothing of throwing us to the ground with a police boot, I mean a Roman boot, or a knee upon our necks.
In my sanctified imagination, like our Mexican and Guatemalan kinfolk, John’s disciples said: we go hungry while the food we grow is taken in taxes and tariffs to feed them and, they grow fat on our labor but consider us an infestation in our own country. Some of us have been uprooted and had our homes seized so that they could build palaces upon the bones of our dead. So Jesus, we are listening for a word of wisdom. Are you the one?
Are you the One we can trust with our hopes and dreams; our sorrows and our schemes. Are you the One? Are you the One Jesus, who will redeem us from this fascist self-absorbed emperor and his greed and his ruthlessness and petty violence and all the ways it beats down upon us, denying us our very human dignity, are you the One? Are you the One who will liberate us, free us, save us? Jesus, are you the One? Are you the One they say is God’s child? Are you the One whose mother said the wings of Wisdom enfolded her in a holy embrace impregnating her with the love of God, are you the One?
Blessed is the one who has the good sense not to be scandalized by Jesus. Jesus said:
Blessed is the one who is not offended by me, by my words, by my witness, by my wisdom.
But some of his kinfolk and his skin folk rejected his teaching. His disciples began singing, “They not like us.” And the damnable Christian tradition of emphasizing the Jewishness of some of those who did not accept his teaching laid the foundation for Christian antisemitism and anti-Judaism. The folk that turned away from Jesus and his teaching were no more or less Jewish than Jesus’s disciples. There were Pharisees and biblical scholars (you know them as scribes) in both groups. Paul never stopped being a Pharisee. To be perfectly honest, Jesus was probably a Pharisee by formation. He never rejected his own Judaism. He saw it more expansively than some of the folk around him could comprehend.
Then Jesus answered them, “Go and take this news to John – run tell dat – what you have seen and heard:
those who were blind receive sight,
those who were lame walk,
those who were diseased-in-skin are cleansed,
those who were deaf hear,
those who were dead are raised,
those who are poor have good news proclaimed to them.
And blessed is the woman or man who is not scandalized by me.
Jesus called the crowd out on it hypocrisy, the whole crowd, everybody in the street: women and men, children and elders, Jews and gentiles, enslaved persons and free persons, those who owned slaves and those who owned nothing, folk just trying to get through the marketplace without running into traffic.
Jesus said they were like children who didn’t know what they wanted. Or, they knew exactly what they wanted but Jesus would not comply: dance when we say dance, weep when we say weep, jump when we say jump. Assume the position young black and Hispanic men. Comply, comply, comply! Submit. But there are some things you don’t submit to. There are some things you don’t comply with. We are living in an age where the test of faith is not just whether you proclaim Jesus as the Messiah and Liberator but whether you comply with and submit to the evil of this age.
They were arguing over the form, expression and public facing witness of religious faith. John came as a monastic and they said that’s demonic. Jesus came on the get down, laughing and drinking – and I mean drinking – and eating and they said Jesus was a drunk and a glutton. You know those folk: preachers shouldn’t look like that, dress like that, go to those places, drink like that, eat like that – especially if it’s expensive. But on the other hand, poor folk shouldn’t eat like that, spend their benefits like that. They are the folk who tell you you are too charismatic or not charismatic enough; you preach too long, too loud or your sermons are too short and too monotone.
But Jesus said, that’s all right. They can call me everything but a child of God for, Wisdom is
vindicated by all her children. Wisdom, the Mother of Salvation, his other mother. Jesus had two mommies: the Ever Blessed Virgin Mary and the Holy Ghost. The Holy Spirit who is female according to the feminine gender with which she is always articulated in the Hebrew Scriptures of Jesus. That’s a whole other Trinity right there.
In his mother tongues, the languages he learned at the knee of his holy mother Miriam called Mary to erase her Jewishness, in Hebrew and in Aramaic, Wisdom and the Spirit of God were feminine. Jesus would have had to have invented an imaginary language in order to refer to the Holy Spirit as he/him. Remember that the next time you read your Bibles and remember that translation choices have been made for you by scholars who sometimes not only don’t look like you but who don’t even see you. Divinity was more than a father to him; his God language was flexible and inclusive reflecting his understanding of God and of Wisdom, the Mother of Salvation; perhaps they were one and the same.
Wisdom is calling. Are you listening? Or did you miss her because her voice was in a different register than you were expecting, than the one in which you were told power resides.
Jesus told John’s listening disciple: One day, Wisdom will be vindicated by all her children. Though they be pressed hard and long, Wisdom’s children will endure to bear witness that Wisdom’s ways are God’s ways. When it looks like it’s all over; when it looks like the enemy has won, just remember: Wisdom will be vindicated by all her children. We are in hard times right now. Harder times are yet coming. And not everyone will make it. Yet and still Jesus says: Wisdom will be vindicated by all her children. Because empires fall prey to their own rot and ruin. And God’s children, like Jesus, God’s very own most precious Child, though they die; yet shall they live. That was the gossip turned gospel on the lips of Jesus.
Jesus is that One. The one who raises the living from the dead. That one. Jesus is the one. The one who is born in spit and shit yet for whom the angel sang. Jesus is that one. The one who hails, not just from the line of David, but from the line of Bath-Sheba. Jesus is that one. Jesus is the one. Jesus is that one who touched the untouchable and forgave the unforgivable and loved the unlovable while seeing the invisible and doing the impossible. Jesus is the one whom the grave could not hold. Jesus is that one. Jesus is the one who opens the door of salvation into his mother’s house. Jesus is that one. Jesus is the one who is endures eternally as the love of God poured into human form. Jesus is that one. Jesus is the one whose life eternal is offered to us through the bloody passage of Calvary. Jesus is that one. Jesus is God’s child. Jesus is Mary’s child. Jesus is wisdom’s child. And Jesus is our elder brother, our holy sibling our hope of liberation here in this world and, our way of salvation and in the one to come.
Jesus is the one of God and God’s Child, the one of Wisdom and Wisdom’s Child.
In the name of the One who waded in the waters of Miryam’s womb, walked the way of suffering as one of the woman-born, and woke from the grasp of death in the deep darkness of the morning. Amen.
The Widow’s Cry
4 August The Widows Cry
Proper 13: Ruth 1:15–22; Psalm 44:1–4, 8, 17, 23–26; Acts 6:1–6; Luke 18:1–8 (AWL)
May God who is Majesty, Mercy, and Mystery speak words of life, love, and liberation through these words. Amen.
Come, let us talk story. The story I will tell you is not my story but it is all of our story. Once upon a time, there were some time travelers. Not in a fancy machine from a science fiction movie. But people who found their world flipped, turned upside down, trying to figure out what had happened to them and why. They decided to look back over the course of their history and see where it and they had gone wrong; my ancestors called this “Sankofa,” looking back over your shoulder to see what you have left behind and going back to get it. Sometimes looking back and going back are the only ways to go forward. So they told the stories of their people, going back to the dawn of creation when God whispered a word and the womb of God quickened with earth and sea and skies.
These time travelers could look back because there were keepers of their story who talked story from generation to generation. They were fortunate that there were not those among them who told them they could not teach or pass on the parts of their story they wanted to pretend never happened. There were not those among them who said that their story could not be retold if it made somebody feel bad or made their ancestors look bad. They told and passed on their stories no matter how bad it made certain individuals or even all of them look to their descendants and those of us they could not imagine from new worlds who would read and recite their stories.
They told the stories of the golden age of ancient Israel. In my sanctified imagination I see them gathering in what my people would call a hush harbor, a secret place, a sacred space, a hiding place safe from the eyes of their Babylonian enslavers and traffickers and their informants, infiltrators and collaborators, just as my enslaved ancestors hid from the preachers of slaveholding Christianity who cut all the words of freedom and liberation out of the Bibles they gave to the enslaved, including taking out the entire book of Exodus.
As these time travelers talked story they began like all good storytellers, in an unexpected place. They started with climate refugees fleeing what was supposed to be the promised land flowing with milk and honey to the land of one of their longtime rivals and sometime enemies and, crossing the border into a foreign country. They crossed the border without climbing a wall. They crossed the border without having to risk their lives in a treacherous river. They crossed the border without the risk of family separation. They crossed the border into Moab because they were hungry and there was food there. And there was no one at the border to turn them back.
There was a famine in Israel meaning not just that people were hungry but the crops failed and with the failure of the crops came the death of their flocks and herds. Perhaps the water dried up. Perhaps the crops and grazing land were blighted. Whatever happened, their ecosystem was no longer able to sustain life. Their climate became inhospitable; so they fled becoming climate refugees as my friend and colleague the Rev. Tawnya Denise Anderson pointed out to me. Then the man, the husband and father, died. And now the ears of ancient hearers and readers would perk up, anticipating a melodrama about a poor widow woman.
In a time in which some people saw women as little more than walking wombs to be controlled – as do some today – the time travelers began to tell the story of the poorest and most vulnerable type of woman in the world they knew, a widow. And rather than having some superhero, some man, swoop in to rescue her, they told the story of her doing whatever was necessary to keep the family going. She and her sons took young women – they would have been teenage girls – and trafficked them back to Israel in what scholars, myself included, call a forced marriage for the purposes of reproduction, also known as reproductive slavery. This is a time traveling story. The values of the story are not our own. This is a good time to be reminded that everything biblical is not good or godly.
As the story goes, the widow Naomi was faced with tragedy upon tragedy: the loss of her husband followed by the loss of what was most precious to her, her children. And yes, Naomi’s sons were grown men, but that does not mean they weren’t still mama’s babies. There is no grief like the grief of a mother who has lost not just one of her children, but all of them. We don’t know how she lost her boys, whether it was famine, pestilence or violence. We do know that no matter what else happens; a happy ending doesn’t erase the pain.
Now the person who doesn’t know the end of the story, hearing it for the first time in the world of the time travelers, might just think it was all over for Naomi. But Naomi takes her story and her life into her own hands; she is more than just a walking womb. Though she is living in a foreign land, she has never lost touch with the people back home and when she hears that the famine has broken in the land of her mothers and fathers, she packs up her two daughters-in-law and crosses the border again. She returns home but like so many of our Maui ohana, there is no home to return to after the disaster.
On the way home, Naomi gives her daughters-in-law their freedom; one returns to the home of her mothers but one, one stays with her. If I had the time, I would tell the story of Orpah. I would tell you of her return to her people, of her embrace by her weeping mother who had not known if she was alive or dead, of the feast they threw to welcome her home. But that is my sanctified imagination. In truth she might have had a much harder time. Some of her family might have died in the famine. She might have had no home to which to return. And having been carried off and forced into marriage, she might have no options and find herself impoverished and hungry. But knowing all of that, she still chose to go home. For some of us, freedom at any cost is preferable to any kind of life with those who have held us in bondage. But Ruth who had been living the same reality as Orpah had a completely different reaction because more than one thing can be true at the same time.
Naomi tried to send Ruth back but Ruth would not go. She clung to the woman who was all the family she had left – perhaps Ruth knew there was no family for her to return to in Moab – so Ruth and Naomi became hanai long before the practice of formal and informal hanai adoption here in these ainas. Sometimes families of choice, are more family than families of birth and blood and marriage. Sometimes the hurts run so deep in our first families that we can never go back home. Our LGBTQIA kin folk know all about that and have showed us how to build loving sustaining and sustainable families of choice.
Ruth and Naomi went home together but there was no happy ending because this is not a fairy tale. This is the story ancient Israelites in one century told about their ancestors from another century in what I call time traveling talk story. While they are telling the story of Naomi’s homecoming they are also telling the story of their own, the story of their return from Babylon to an Israel that is no longer flowing with milk and honey, if ever that were true.
And so Naomi says dramatically don’t call me by my name that means all things pleasant and lovely, there is nothing pleasant and lovely about my life and my journey. Call me Mara which means the bitterness of my tears, the bitterness in my heart, the bitterness of my journey and even the bitterness I feel towards God because God who is mother and father has failed in their duties to nurture, feed and comfort me. Naomi reminds us it’s ok to tell God how you feel; she already knows anyway. Let it out.
And then like an old TV serial, this chapter of their story ends on a cliffhanger. They return at the beginning of the barley harvest. Harvest means that they have been successfully able to grow crops in Israel. Harvest means that there will soon be barley to grind into flour and bake it into bread and Bethlehem will once again live up to its Hebrew name as the House of Bread. But that is not my story to tell because there is another preacher waiting in the wings.
Widows in each of our lessons represent not only abject poverty but also the failure of society to provide for them. In the world of these texts, there should have been some relative to take them in and in some cases marry them. A widow on her own is like an unhoused person today, the time traveling storytellers would expect us to ask: “Who are their people? Where is their family? Who will become family to them?”
Last week we sang “Is it I Lord.” We should ask ourselves how we are called to the women and children who make up the vast majority of the poor in our world, to those who are unhoused, to those who are fleeing fire and famine, to climate refugees, to those who are immigrants at our gates and inside our borders. Then as now the solution to houseless and homelessness is houses and homes. Bringing them home with you was the only possibility in the ancient world, in ours we have so many ways to address poverty and houselessness, we don’t even have to disrupt our own households or bring a stranger home to meet the needs of keiki a ke akua, of God’s children, around us.
As the lesson in Acts makes it clear, it is the job of the Church to provide for those in need. That is why the Church re-organized itself for the sole purpose of meeting the needs of the widows who were going hungry.
Lastly, Jesus tells the story of a widow woman who prays until she gets justice. Those are the prayers that reach the throne of God with priority delivery – the prayers of the poor, the prayers of the powerless, the prayers of those seeking justice. The Gospel lesson is that God is on the side of the poor and against systems that keep them in poverty; even when the law is on their side, God is on the side of the poor. But the Church has not always been on the side of the poor. Sometimes the Church backs legislation against the poor and unhoused, anti-loitering legislation and anti-encampment legislation. The work of justice should be the work of the Church and not in spite of the Church.
The Church is called to be on the side of the poor, for to be on the side of God is to be on the side of the poor. We are also called to be the answers to the prayers of the poor, the vehicle through which God’s abundance is shared and, through which unjust systems, legal or not are torn down. We are called to pray against the systems that hold people in the captivity of poverty and then criminalize them; we are called to speak out and act out against those systems and structures. We are called to pray and do more than pray.
At the end of his story, Jesus asked the question, “When the Son of Woman returns will he find faith [or faithfulness] on the earth?” The answer to that question will come from the poor, the widows, the climate refugees and other immigrants, from those who went hungry while we were full, from those who have had their lives stolen from them at the hands of the systems we tolerate and perpetuate. It is they who will testify to the faithfulness or faithfulness of the Church. Will we be the community that welcomes the poor widow and with her immigrant daughter-in-law who crossed the border or, will we be the ones the poor widows cry to heaven about? Amen.