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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Mary Magdalene: Preach Woman! Preach!

“Preach Woman! Preach!” is the call and response of womanpreach.org, a theological educational community that trains and nurtures preachers in programs and cohorts for black women, persons of all genders, men and, all persons to authentically proclaim a justice-centered faith-full Word in partnerships with fully accredited seminaries and universities.

Called By Name  (detail) © Laura James, 2021, Used with permission

In my sanctified imagination, I hear Jesus telling Miryam of Migdala, “Preach Woman! Preach!” It wouldn’t be the first time, (quoting Alice Walker’s definition of womanism in a very different context). I also heard him say it to the Samaritan woman in the space between the 26th and 27th verses of the fourth chapter of John; the sanctified imagination is an ancestral black homiletical and exegetical space where the blood, bone and sinew of the scriptures are fitted with skin and style and swag. 

Mary Magdalene, like a lot of black women – Israel has ever been on the land bridge between Africa and Asia and, on the African side, on the tectonic plate that meets the Asian plate in the Jordan River – Mary Magdalene, like a lot of black women has been made out to be whatever people wanted and needed her to be. Today, she is a saint of the church. In Orthodox Christian traditions, she is the Apostle to the Apostle, an epithet embraced by many womanists and feminists outside of the Orthodox tradition. I proclaim her Matron Saint of Women Preachers, although the same claim could be made for her Samaritan sister rendered anonymous, or for Miriam or Deborah or Huldah or, women we were never permitted to know. 

Mary Magdalene is a woman for whom a condemnable narrative of sexuality was constructed lest she and her memory be too powerful or, she empower the women who revered her to walk in her footsteps – or run like her Samaritan sister – and proclaim the gospel of the risen Christ. Like all the women named Mary in the New Testament save, perhaps, for the Ever-Blessed Virgin, she is barely distinguishable from a literary conglomeration of women who non-the less demonstrate the enduring legacy of the prophet Miriam in their naming and even in their misremembering. 

In every year of A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church she is remembered with Hagar – a woman who invented new language about God, for God, to God, based on her own black woman’s perspective and experience, with the army of women preachers in Psalm 68:11/12 (the varied translations are a primer in predominately masculinist biblical translation); she is remembered with the Apostle Junia, in spite of the many attempts to erase her and, with the other female church leaders of Romans 16 and, in John’s telling where she is limited to “announcing” to keep her from “preaching/proclaiming” that very good news. 

Even without “preacher” and “apostle” spelled out, the scriptures yet leave enough crumbs to confect a living Word in which she is:

a disciple, arguably an apostle, preacher, eyewitness of the Passion, conversant with angels, benefactrix, burial attendant, healed/transformed/exorcised, messenger (angel) of the gospel. A Women’s Lectionary, Year W, p. 249.

 

Pentecost 6

It wasn’t always like this… It was better when… The previous generation… In those days… Once upon a time…

Much of the impetus for the production of scripture was looking back like the Sankofa bird. Looking back to songs and stories that have been passed down. But, not staying in the past. Looking to the past for promises for the present and, hope for the future.  

Sometimes the stories to which we turn contain great pain as a reminder that people have endured, if not exactly what we are enduring then, pain, loss, grief and defeat that shares a common vocabulary. In the first lesson, that loss is the Ark of the Covenant. Later in Israel’s history it will be the destruction of the temple, time and time again. In our time, pandemic induced isolation cut people off from their sacraments and sacred spaces. Yet in each circumstance, faithful people found a way to continue, even if it was not exactly the same, it was holy. And God was present. 

The psalmist laments such losses, pouring out her heart. She also remembers the faith works of the faithful God and nurtures a kernel of hope. Lament is holy work and does not need to conclude with words of hope. It is valid in and of itself. When there is a moment of hope that is simply grace. 

The epistle calls for stitching together the fabric of hope from the tatters of suffering. When possible, it can lead to a beautiful tapestry of faith. But it is not possible in all situations. Suffering itself is not to be glorified. But it is a space in which some folk find grace and that is to be honored and celebrated.

The gospel is set in the midst of devastation, not long after the execution of Jesus. Though that trauma has been transformed by the resurrection, the trauma remains. The crucifying empire remains. The promise of Jesus is that come what may – and there will be difficult days ahead – he is not leaving us orphaned or comfortless. The Holy Spirit will be with us and teach us as he taught us, keep us and, comfort us.