Not too long after that I got a visit to my office from Doreen,
the moderator of the Deacons. She was in a fit. She said, “I heard you all
nominated Ty for deacon. Just tell me: what am I supposed to do with him? He
can’t bake!”
I tried to argue that there was really much more to the ministry
of the deacons than baking cookies, but Doreen was still doubtful. “Well, besides,”
I said, “How do you know he can’t bake?”
I had no idea at all if Ty could bake a batch of cookies, but
mostly I wanted to get beyond the ideas everyone had about women’s work and
men’s work. There are some pretty resistant ideas about gender roles in the
church, and when people step out of bounds, you never know what might happen.
You might be surprised that this little story about Mary and Marth
and Jesus arouses as much passion as it does. In its own little domestic way,
it is about as provocative as Jesus’ most shocking parables. Everybody has
something to say about it.
Most people, based on my informal assessment, seem to disagree
with Jesus. People feel very strongly that Mary really should have been in the
kitchen with Martha. But not necessarily because they believe a woman’s place
is in the kitchen. Most people seem to feel this way because they are
sympathetic to Martha and the burden she is carrying.
When good church people look at Mary – let’s admit it – we think
she is lazy. She should be helping her sister.
But that is not to say that Martha doesn’t have every right to sit
at Jesus’ feet, too. Sitting at Jesus’ feet to learn is a very good thing,
right? It’s not just for men, right?
It’s pretty easy to get tied up in knots with this story. Most of
the women’s voices I have heard speaking about this – you can tell they’re tied
up in knots – they will say, yes it would have been fabulous for Martha to go
sit beside her sister at Jesus’ feet. But we just have one question: is anyone
going to eat? Who will prepare the food?
I don’t know if anyone here needs to hear this, but here it is:
food doesn’t just cook itself.
No one in the story seems at all concerned about what any of the
male disciples were doing. Where were they? Hanging out in the yard smoking, telling
stories, waiting for someone to call them in for dinner?
Not to say the men were useless. If Martha needed a jar opened, or
if she needed something from the top shelf, they would have been right there. But
they’re not going to be much help stuffing the little mushroom caps or putting
the toothpicks in the bacon-wrapped water chestnuts. For that she’s going to need Mary.
A story like this pushes our buttons. Because as much as things
have changed, and they really have – I always thought my father would have
starved to death if there wasn’t a woman around to put a plate of food in front
of him – it is still true that women do the majority of the domestic work.
But, as Jesus said to Martha, let’s not get worried and distracted
by these things. Because I don’t believe this story really has anything to do
with gender roles or housework. It’s about figuring out what the one thing is
that’s needed. At any particular time and place, what is needed?
Churches, maybe Presbyterian churches in particular, are full of
Marthas. Both male and female Marthas. Because we know, what would happen
otherwise? If it weren’t for Martha, how would the coffee get made, the candles
get filled, the paraments get changed to the proper color for the season? How
would we have music or sound or flowers? Would we just let the light bulbs all
burn out until eventually we were sitting in darkness? On communion Sunday,
would we just have to imagine we are eating the bread and drinking the cup
because no one bothered to prepare the elements? Would we let the bulletins sit
in the office and figure that if people want one, they can just go to the
office and get one?
There are so many things that need to be done. What is this “one
thing” Jesus speaks of?
I once took it upon myself to teach a small group of Presbyterians
how to practice contemplative prayer. I told them this is what it is: a simple
practice of sitting in a comfortable position, closing your eyes, and clearing
your mind of all distracting thoughts. For about 20 minutes.
Go ahead and clear all that stuff out of the way and wait for God
to speak to you. And if, while you’re waiting, your mind starts to run off
chasing some thought, gently pull it back. Okay? So we gave it a try.
After about five minutes, one of the men in the group, Steve, let
out an exasperated sigh. “O man, my mind was everywhere,” he said. “I was
thinking about everything I have going on at work, at home, all the things I
need to do.”
His wife Connie, sitting next to him, smiled. She said, “I just
imagined myself sitting at Jesus’ feet. And whenever a thought or a worry came
in my mind, I imagined taking it in my hands and laying it down at his feet.
And it was easy to let it go.”
Such a showoff that Mary can be. But, really, answer me this: How
is the church going to show love to our neighbors if all we ever do is sit at
Jesus’ feet?
Who is going to collect the groceries and take them over to the
food pantry for the poor? Who is going to pack up the backpacks and take them
to the school so kids will have food in their homes over the weekend? Who is
going to greet newcomers and let them know they are welcome here? Who is going
to teach the children and let them know that God loves them, and we love them?
There are so many things that need to be done. What is this “one
thing?”
I don’t think anyone seriously questions the idea that there are
many things the church should be doing. There are many things Jesus told us we
should be doing: feeding the hungry, healing the sick, clothing the naked and
housing the homeless, comforting the afflicted and freeing the oppressed.
Jesus wants us to work for justice as well as for peace, to do
God’s will on earth as it is in heaven. You know, not much.
I once participated in a program that was intended to revitalize
congregations. The focus was on figuring out what the congregation’s particular
gifts are, then figuring out what the community’s particular needs are, and
then making a plan to do something. Just do something.
The consultants who led this program were so energetic and
creative and just great at coming up with heaping handfuls of ideas that would
help a congregation get moving, get working. But at a certain point I had to
admit to myself that I felt something lacking. There was one thing, one thing needed,
that was missing for me. To sit at the feet of Jesus.
And without that I felt empty. And tired. Anxious. And maybe a
little cranky.
Connie, who was in that contemplative prayer group I led – you
know Connie, who bears a very strong resemblance to Mary? It wasn’t surprising
that she felt at ease with contemplative prayer. Connie was a powerful pray-er,
everyone knew it. She walked around with something almost like an aura, she
radiated spirituality.
But do you know what else Connie did? Connie ran a soup kitchen in
the church every Saturday. This kitchen fed hundreds of people every week.
There were dozens of volunteers. Every church in the community, and other
organizations, too, contributed to the soup kitchen in some way.
The people came to this soup kitchen to have their bodies fed with
good food, and their souls fed with love and joy. There was no one, no matter
how difficult, who did not get loved and fed. Connie was the heart and the
energy behind this. And Connie could not have done it if she did not,
regularly, spend time at Jesus’ feet.
You know, I have been to other soup kitchens that aren’t like
that. Places where you see people bustling around the kitchen, tired and
short-tempered, resentful. Maybe a little bit like Martha was that day when she
came storming out of the kitchen complaining. The people I see at those places,
I think maybe they have forgotten why they are doing it.
Because it turns out there really is just one thing that is needed.
To stay close to Jesus, to listen to Jesus.
All good things will flow from that.
Photo: Yes, I can bake.
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