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The Space Between

I’ve spent a lot of time recently thinking about the spaces in between things. There are the transition times, or the waiting

times, that Justin talked about in an earlier blog post, but there are also the spaces between myself and others. The small cracks between on part of my identity and another, where my competing selves butt up against one another, sometimes gently and other times with brute force. There is my identity as a Mennonite, as a woman, as a young adult, as a white person, as an activist (although, full disclosure here, I feel like I often fall short in this category), as a spouse, as a friend, as a sister, daughter, team member, employee, Master’s student (for at least four more days), a democrat, a middle-class person, a pacifist and this list could go on.

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Given this list, there are moments when I want to resist any simple definitions of who I am and how I’m associated. I would rather dwell in an in-between, hybrid space: a place where each of these unique identities can co-mingle and brush up against one another, without being forced to fit together too neatly.

And I know that I am not alone. Certainly there are people whose very race, gender, sexuality or class makes it impossible to “blend” with any one group. By virtue of who they are, these individuals navigate multiple worlds and cultures all the time, as well as competing messages from themselves and from society about who or how they should act and be. This is why there has been so much controversy and conversation recently surrounding the little “identity boxes” that we are asked to check on surveys or a census. How does one choose or privilege one racial or gender identity over another when the truth is so very far from that small, confined, neat box?

In her famous book, Borderlands/La Frontera (which you most definitely should read if you haven’t yet), Chicana theorist Gloria Anzaldúa writes, In a few centuries, the future will belong to the mestiza.Because the future depends on the breaking down of paradigms, it depends on the straddling of two or more cultures. By creating a new mythos—that is a change in the way we perceive reality,

the way we see ourselves and the ways we behave—la mestiza creates a new consciousness. The answer to the problem between the white race and the colored, between males and females, lies in healing the split that originates in the very foundation of our lives, our culture, our language, our thoughts. A massive uprooting of dualistic thinking in the individual and collective consciousness is the beginning of a long struggle…”

And Anzaldúa is right. Increasingly, the United States is becoming home to children and young adults who are bi-racial and multi-racial. Queer theory is challenging us to resist narrow definitions of sexual identity, marriage and partnership. And

people are increasingly pulling on religious symbols, beliefs and models from a variety of denominations and faiths in order to build a robust spiritual identity. We will need to begin to develop much more fluid concepts of identity and selfhood.

Gloria Anzaldua

Jeannine Hill Fletcher suggests that feminist understandings of identity, which define identity as hybrid, multi-faceted and formed by individual experiences and social location, can help to break through our traditional identity frameworks. Fletcher notes that in every individual, there is a “dynamic intersection of identity categories,” which cannot simply be easily reconciled or reduced down to any one comprehensive identity criteria. Therefore, “…one cannot ask what it means to be Christian without recognizing that the answer is also conditioned by other identity categories.” Likewise, one cannot make broad, far-reaching statements about what it means to be a Mennonite or Anabaptist, without also analyzing the other social identity constructs that enter into the fiber of each individual congregation and church member.

If I am a convinced Anabaptist coming from another faith tradition, or a Nigerian Mennonite pastor leading a congregation in Los Angeles, my Mennonite identity will almost certainly look slightly different from someone who grew up within the Mennonite church and lives in Goshen, Indiana. Each of these social locations is valuable and can offer a unique lens through which to view the church and Anabaptist theology, but it is good to realize that although we all belong to one denominational body and are unified in this way, it is not a unity without complexity or diversity.

And we need to realize that this complexity is a gift.

If we can come to understand each of our internal hybridity, the church then can become a body which reflects, “infinite internal diversity.” Fletcher suggests that to move forward, holding an awareness of and respect for this diversity, will entail an exercise in “collaborative solidarity,” that seeks to construct hybrid group identities as an alternative to rigidly bound group categories.

Rita Nakashima Brock

To me, this is an incredibly freeing idea. It frees me to be fully me, and to understand that I am the product of a whole lifetime of experiences, influences, theologies, gender experiences, etc. and that I don’t have to privilege one of my identities over another. And I don’t have to demand that anyone else does either. I can begin to see that we all resist simple definition. Theologian Rita Nakashima Brock suggests that we can begin to live with interstitial integrity (a term I first heard my friend Joanna Shenk bust out during a talk at a church assembly) when we embody a, “…refusal to rest in one place, to reject a narrowing of who we are by either/or decisions, or to be placed always on the periphery…”

Although it may feel risky to stay there, this interstitial space in between may in fact be the place where we can be most fully ourselves.

Where are the places where you feel most at home and fully yourself? What does the idea of “complex unity” mean to you?

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Then God Wept

Then Jesus Wept.” John 11:35 (New Living Translation)

This is the shortest verse in the Bible, often simply written as “Jesus wept.” That’s one fun Sunday school tidbit that has stuck with me since childhood. In this story, Jesus comes to see Lazarus, who has been sick, only to arrive and to find out that he has already died. When he approaches Lazarus’ tomb, and before the miraculous resurrection of Lazarus from the dead, Jesus weeps. It’s a powerful, deeply human moment.

Today is Good Friday. The day when we remember Jesus’ crucifixion and death. It’s often a mournful and reflective day. And frankly, it’s a day that I have not always known what to do with. There’s not a lot about this day that seems “good” to me. Part of this problem stems from some unease with death. Death, no matter when it comes, is never something simple to make sense of. It seems to be a complicated process bound up with many emotions. You could also look at the story of Jesus that I’ve been taught, which tends to emphasize the day-to-day narrative of the life of Jesus, his actions, his treatment of people, his nonviolent stance, his preference for the poor and his resurrection over and above Jesus’ death as a salvific moment.

And then you can add to that list feminist and womanist critiques of atonement, which suggest that God mandating Jesus’ death could be compared to divine child abuse. In Proverbs of Ashes, Rita Nakashima Brock and Rebecca Parker describe the ways that setting up self-sacrifice as the mark of a good Christian sets up systems and expectations that can lead women to stay in abusive relationships and can cease to address unhealthy patterns of abuse.

Of some theology, which emphasizes the necessity of Jesus’ death, Parker says, “But this theology can fail to serve life. It takes a historical act of violence and misapplies it to a spiritual truth…What happens when violent realities are transubstantiated into spiritual teachings? You’ve heard it or said it yourself. A mother loses her son to suicide. In an effort to comfort her you say, ‘God has a purpose in this.’”

And womanist theologian Delores Williams notes that by casting Jesus as a scapegoat for all human sin, theologians may have inadvertently (or even purposefully) painted oppressive systems that exploit black women, like surrogacy, as divinely ordained.

So, suffice it to say, I’ve got my reservations about Good Friday, and my tendency has been to ignore this day and skip straight to Easter. But that doesn’t seem adequate either. A robust Christology, and a robust understanding of how God works in the world, must also answer questions about suffering and loss. Weeping is a part of what it means to be fully human, and we cannot evade death forever.

Jesus was uniquely attuned to God’s call, and was able to enact in history a visible sign of God’s reign on earth. Jesus’ ministry was marked by love. As Alfred North Whitehead writes, Jesus, channeling God, “…dwells upon the tender elements in the world, which slowly and quietly operate by love.” In this way, the spirit of Jesus’ ministry is with us whenever we embrace life.

But perhaps the world, and we ourselves, are not always ready to embrace this particular vision. As John Cobb notes, there is often a disconnect between what we wish and expect to be true and what is true; between our hopes and dreams and between reality. We do not always choose life and love. Jesus’ life, which “afflicts the comfortable and comforts the afflicted” ( from Reinhold Neibuhr), was and is an affront to systems that sought to perpetuate the status quo. This affront was not to be borne, and I think that most of us know how this particular story ends on Good Friday.

And then, I think, God wept, too.  Just like Jesus wept upon losing Lazarus. And like we all weep when things do not go according to plan.

I’m convinced that God weeps alongside us still: when racist undercurrents result in the death of a young man like Trayvon Martin; when our states pass dehumanizing immigration legislation; when our churches fail to be welcoming and inclusive places and whenever we choose against those things that give life.

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A Loose Canon

In honor of my friend Nelda Kerr, who is getting ready to launch her thesis art show tomorrow, entitled “A Loose Canon,” I thought that I would develop a list of the texts (music, books, movies, etc.) that have worked their way into my own personal canon. Although the 66 books of the Bible (give or take a few apocryphal texts, depending on your bend) are often considered to compose the entire canon, I think this means that we sometimes miss the glimpses of the sacred that are available from other sources, as well.

So, in the spirit of troubling the edges of a closed canon, I offer my top 5 “sacred” texts beyond the Bible and if you are in SoCal or anywhere near, visit Claremont School of Theology tomorrow for live music and the big reveal of Nelda’s awesome art show:

#5 – Rain, Song by Patty Griffin 

“It’s hard to listen to a hard, hard heart

Beating close to mine.

Pounding up against the stone and steel

walls that I won’t climb.

Sometimes a hurt is so deep, deep, deep

you think that you’re gonna drown.

Sometimes all I can do is weep, weep, weep

with all this rain, falling down.

Strange how hard it rains now

Rows and rows of big dark clouds

When I’m holding on underneath this shroud:

Rain.”

#4 – The Nonviolent Atonement, by J. Denny Weaver

“These considerations point to the need for a theology that takes seriously Jesus and his work but renders much more difficult the accommodation of violence so evident in the theology of Christendom. This book offers narrative Christus Victor as such an approach to atonement…one that emerges directly from the New Testament’s narrative, but does not pass through the violence-accommodating formulas and motifs of traditional theology…”

#3 – Life Abundant, by Sallie McFague 

“Revelation, as I now see it, is God’s loving self-disclosure, and that is what I have experienced. I am meeting God and God is love. How outrageous as well  as platitudinous that sounds! I can scarcely believe I am writing it, let alone intending to publish it. Why am I doing so? Simply because it is true; it is what has happened, is happening, to me.”

#2  – Proverbs of Ashes, By Rita Nakashima Brock and Rebecca Parker 

“Those who cannot grieve fail to recognize when life is at risk. Mourning strengthens our ability to choose life and protect it, even as the pain of grief threatens to destroy us. Those who mourn experience the mystery of a presence that is not wholly lost, that accompanies the living with a tenderness and power that alters their lives. The world changes. The surface mask thins, life becomes luminous with fire. The heart expands its breadth. Love is as strong as death.”

#1 – Wild Geese, Poem by Mary Oliver

“You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.”

What texts would you add to your personal canon? What texts have shaped the ways you view the Divine?

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