What I Did On My Summer Vacation 2004
“…you have stripped
off the old self with its practices and have clothed yourself with the new
self, which is being renewed in knowledge according to the image of its
creator. In that renewal there is no longer Greek or Jew, circumcised and
uncircumcised, barbarian, Sythian, slave, free, [male, female]; but Christ is
all in all.”
This is not the only place that Saint Paul reflects on the
nature of Baptism and what it does to us, making us new, renewing us in the
image of our creator where none of the distinctions exist that we come to
believe are so important in making us “who we are.”
That is, if God is perfect unity, all in all, and Christ is
perfect unity all in all, than those of us who are baptized are united all in
all.
Now just what does this have to do with my summer vacation a
long time ago? Oddly enough, nearly
everything!
July 2004 began in New London, New Hampshire on the shores
of Lake Sunapee. For nearly 20 years it has been our pleasure to spend time there.
In the early days I would volunteer to take the matriarch of the family who
makes this all possible to church early on Sunday mornings to Saint Andrew’s
chapel by the lake. Since her passing I continue to attend that service
whenever I am in New London.
Even in the heart of July the Saint Andrew’s chapel can be
the coldest of places on earth, so dress warmly! And the congregation can be
described as flinty, conservative New Englanders. I usually would hear a supply
priest since July seems to have been the rector’s holiday, but there was a new
rector that year, a woman, who was on hand the fourth of July. She preached
well on the gospel, and judging by the number of times she laughed a jolly
belly shaking laugh, she seemed to find a lot to be humorous about the human
condition before God! She got that right!
But what caught me off guard was at the Prayers of the
People. There was a flinty, conservative New Englander leading the prayers, and
right off the bat we prayed for Gene Robinson, the relatively newly consecrated
openly gay bishop of New Hampshire. She did not flinch. No one stood up and
walked out. In fact everyone seemed to like their new bishop.
And did I mention that the place was packed? Not a seat in
the house at the 8 am service! Standing Room Only! I could only guess that the
good people of New London had not received the memo to leave the Episcopal
Church immediately upon Bishop Robinson’s consecration! Or, perhaps they really
understood what Paul is talking about when he writes about there being no
distinctions in the body of Christ.
That summer I was reading two very different but somewhat
related books. Protestants: Birth of a
Revolution by Steven Ozment, and The
Red Tent by Anita Diamant.
In Protestants,
Ozment observes that although Luther’s reform of the church was meant to break
down the sort of “insider” attitudes and resulting abuses of outsiders
characteristic of the Western Church at the time, inevitably as the reforms
became the law of the land in Germany, the outsiders of the reform movement
became the “new insiders,” with all the same kinds of problems. Not the least
of which, of course, has been the near infinite shattering of the Body of
Christ into smaller and smaller factions. More and more distinctions.
Denominations: a pitiful representation of the Body of Christ which persists to
this day.
The Red Tent is a
very different kind of book in nearly every sense of the word. It tells the
story of the biblical Dinah, the only daughter of Jacob. And it tells the story
in her own voice. Some have suggested it is like finally having a “Bible”
written by a woman!
It needs to be remembered that this is a novel. It is Anita
Diamant’s imagining of what Dinah’s story might be, since the biblical Dinah
gets barely mentioned in the Bible itself.
This is in so many ways a difficult, yet very important
book, for us to read and consider. For it sketches in very rich images the life
of women not just in the biblical age, but throughout the ages. The Red Tent
itself is where the nomad women would spend those few days of the month away
from the men. It is also the place for childbirth and miscarriage. It is a
microcosm of life and death in the deepest and richest sense possible.
Beyond issues of ritual purity, the Red Tent is a sanctuary
from the world of men, a place where women can be themselves, support one
another and glory in their own sense of what we might today call spirituality.
The story examines issues that are still with us today
around the role of women in church and society, religious pluralism, tribalism,
the nature of faith to mention only a few.
Particular attention is given to what distinguishes one
person from another: birth mother, circumcision, economic status, nationality,
family lines and divisions, etc.
Because of its setting in the Middle East, and it focuses on
birth, water plays a central role throughout the narrative. Water, which of
course, is what incorporates one into the Body of Christ through baptism.
At the near conclusion of the entire book, Dinah, who had
become a midwife for most of her life, concludes that something her sister-in-law
Zilpah had told her as a child was absolutely true, “We are all born of the
same mother.”
To rephrase that we might say, we all pass into this world
through the same water. Perhaps that is what Saint Paul is getting at after
all. Despite all the distinctions we make about our selves and between
ourselves, we are in the end all born of the same mother.
It is a startling sort of a statement. It is an arresting
sort of truth. Perhaps one day we can begin to embrace this truth about our
selves and others. All others.
Only then will we begin to strip off the old self and clothe
ourselves with the new self Saint Paul is writing about. And with that
stripping off, all the distinctions we find to be so important will disappear
into the total unity of God in Christ, all in all. Amen.
Proper 13-C/Colossians 3: 10b-11
The Reverend Kirk Alan Kubicek, Chaplain, Saint Timothy’s
School for Girls
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