Showing posts with label husbands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husbands. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 October 2012

Headship (Head what?)

In the 90s I spent some time in a fellowship group led by a Curate from a church which was against women leading and teaching in public worship. This conservative stance wasn't apparent to my naive self at the time: ordained women were a 'new thing', heard about but not seen. I'd never experienced Anglican church life with a woman leading, preaching or presiding. I had only just begun to unpack what the bible said about men and women. The Curate was nice; the coffee, company and discussion convivial...

Not that I remember anything we talked about...except the time we tackled the verse 'wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord' (Ephesians 5:22). Apparently the verse meant 'Husband has casting vote in arguments'. So in the heat of the right old ding dong you were having in the bedroom at 2am, the wife, seething but recalling the Epistle to the Ephesians, would say through gritted teeth, 'oh have it your own way then'.

It was only years later that I focussed properly on the previous verse: 'Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.' A good verse to begin a difficult passage, though it didn't offer much more help in arguments:

Wife: Have it your own way

Husband: Oh no, please, have it YOUR own way

Wife: No, I insist, you must have it YOUR own way

Husband: No, no, really, I insist, have it your own way, please...

The 'husbands love; wives submit' approach was part of a wider issue called 'Headship'. 

Blame 1 Corinthians 11:3: 'But there is one thing I want you to know: The head of every man is Christ; the head of woman is man and the head of Christ is God.'

From this word 'head', in a passage about head coverings and hair which, at the best of times is difficult to interpret decisively, comes the entire edifice of 'headship', a word not even in the text. 

The edifice is hierarchical because God is hierarchical apparently (the Father 'sends' the Son - the 'flow' is in one direction, they say). 

The edifice employs language of roles (we're 'equal' but different, therefore women have different roles to men per se).

The edifice matches the word 'love' to the man and the word 'submit' to the woman. Even though, clearly, women lay down their lives for men in numerous loving ways, and each submits to the other and both to Christ.

The edifice has love flowing from the man, the instigator, to the woman, the receiver. Active and passive.  A man is 'Wild at Heart'; a woman 'Captivating'*. Woman was created to help man (Genesis says 'help meet', see?) 

Before long you end up with the above diagram... 

The whole head/hat/covering/authority language is so open to interpretation it cannot be the best foundation for dogmatism. I decided a while ago that the use of 'head' from which the whole headship edifice derives, is a hermeneutically fluid attempt by Paul to redefine first century male dominion, in the light of the unsettling example of Jesus of Nazareth who, shock horror, argued with, taught, commissioned and even received anointing from those strange equal beings called... women.

*titles of books by John and Stasi Eldredge

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

27. The woman at the well - thirst quenching conversation

Another encounter leading to a commission today. It's one of my favourite stories of a woman meeting Jesus. 

The flow of the conversation by that well is as fresh as the living water promised by the Christ. It goes roughly like this:

Jesus: Give me a drink.

Woman: Are you out of your mind?

Jesus: Well, true... if only you knew, you would have asked me for living water.

Woman: Are you mad? How would you get such water?

Jesus: I mean water which will satisfy you for ever.

Woman: I want that!

Jesus: Go call your husband.

Woman: Haven't got one.

Jesus: Correct. You've had five; and the present guy you're not married to.

Woman: You must be a prophet. I can talk religion.

Jesus: Forget religion; God's looking for a people of the Spirit now.

Woman: I guess Messiah will sort all this out.

Jesus: That's me!

Woman: Wait there, I've got to go and tell people!

Dim disciples: Time to eat.

Jesus: More important things than eating are going on here.

Rest of the town: We believe that He really is the Saviour of the whole world!!!

The deep irony of all this wonderful spiritual stuff going on and the disciples plodding in with their packed lunch hang ups while Jesus ignores all social, religious and gender conventions to engage an apparently hopeless outcast, is just mind boggling. The woman at the well has the longest recorded conversation with Jesus, and is thereby a worthy faithful female at this seemingly long halfway point in Lent.

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

21. Queen Vashti - early Middle Eastern women's lib

During some very long ago, youthful and enthusiastic marriage preparation classes in our local Anglican church I seem to remember agreeing to 'love, honour and obey' during the wedding liturgy. I figured if someone was prepared to 'love, honour and WORSHIP' me (traditional male equivalent) it was the least I could do. 

In all these years it hasn't honestly been a problem, but then I've never been maritally summoned to appear in front of a lot of drunk male guests during a seven day long banquet (TBH we don't have many dinner parties in our house - we're too busy playing on our iPhones...)

Queen Vashti was lucky in the jewellery department but unlucky in the 'tyrant for a husband' department. At the beginning of the fascinating book of Esther, the ruling Persian King gives a luxurious banquet for all residents of the citadel of Susa. Wine is flowing freely - one is reminded of a similar banquet given by Herod where John the Baptist's head ends up on a plate. Testosterone, power, wealth and alcohol: always a bad mix. 

But there's something missing from this awesome display of the King's possessions - one more beautiful 'thing' to bring in and parade in front of all and sundry. Ah, that'll be the wife.

Unfortunately 'the wife' has also been having a banquet for the women. You know what it's like when women get together...'Did you hear how he treats her????????????'

Perhaps newly empowered, Vashti is in no mood to be bossed around. When summoned to appear before her husband, she simply says no. And all hell breaks loose. This is a scandal! We must have female submission!! POWER TO HUSBANDS!!! MARITAL OBEDIENCE IN ALL PERSIAN HOUSEHOLDS!!!! Etc. etc.

Whatever the culture, whatever her motive, I can't help feeling sympathetic. A stand for women's liberation?

The interesting thing from a narrative point of view, is that the stage is now set for a new Queen....To be continued...