If a woman does not keep pace with her companions,
perhaps it is because she hears a different drummer.
Let her step to the music which she hears, however measured or far away.

Thoreau (with a Conner twist)

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Friday, June 28, 2013

A TSUNAMI OF QUESTIONS WITH NO ANSWERS



Good Lord, what a tsunami of thoughts and feelings have been bombarding my psyche over the last day or two.  It all began with a Facebook post…that seems to happen a lot now-adays.
I innocently posted something that made my heart soar: 

“Give to every other human being every right that you claim for yourself - that is my doctrine." - Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason.

Later I noticed a comment from a very good friend of mine: “So where do unborn babies fit in that ? Not hostile, just curious how it all works out so simply.”

My goodness, it’s been like the dam broke inside me, as I’ve played those thoughts around in my gut, my heart, and my mind over the last few hours.

WHEW!  And I just made that sound out loud in full force, as an expression of release in my body, where I’m feeling the question.

I’m not sure the mind can find the answer to this heart issue…it pits woman against unborn child, and somewhere inside of me, I know it’s not an “either/or” thing.

It’s kind of like Jesus’s admonition to “love your neighbor as you love yourself.”  We have so long considered self-love to be all about ego and narcissism, that we’ve not allowed ourselves to even begin considering true self-love. But I don’t think we CAN truly love our neighbor until we begin to know and love ourselves, our true selves and authentic selves as we are in the image of our Creator God, as well as the spoiled brat self that longs to be accepted and loved as is. Shoot, most of us have never even stopped long enough to get to know ourselves, let alone love ourselves.  Spending time to get to know myself has too long been considered selfish.  Someone posted the other day, again on FB, that self-care was NOT something ever taught or encouraged in all her years as a religious minister, yet Jesus indicated that it’s vital to loving our neighbor. And vital to loving our enemies, another often dismissed teaching of the Way Shower, Jesus. It’s in the seedbed of learning to love our selves (often our own worst enemy), to forgive ourselves, and to truly care for ourselves that true compassion for the other is borne. Compassion and love for our neighbor flows out of love for God and love of self.

And I think that’s maybe, kind of, sort of where I’ve landed in holding this tension of respect for a woman’s right to choose and the rights of the unborn child.  I don’t think it’s a matter of choosing one over the other, but realizing that as we begin to truly honor and respect women enough to give them choice over their own reproductive life, maybe, just maybe that translates into protecting the rights of the unborn? Maybe it’s not an either/or, but a both/and thing?

I’m not sure how it all works, but I have come to know that in my own experience the right to choose for myself life or death just makes all the difference in the world. Take away that basic right to choose, and I am no longer free to make the best choice. Damn it…I’m gonna take what I want to prove I can.  But to be able to freely choose opens up space to choose well.

A little case in point—for most of my life, drinking even a glass of wine with dinner was considered a “sin”.  There was so much guilt and shame connected to it that it took me forever to be able to order a glass of wine here locally, just in case someone from my church saw me.  As I began to enter into a spirituality that set me free to drink a glass of wine, I relished it.  And it became kind of a badge of “I can do this! Yea! I’ve been set free!”  Recently I’ve been reading all kinds of information regarding alcohol and fibromyalgia, and it’s not been pretty.  And I was rather ticked off that I was being forced by my body to give up my nightly glass of wine.  Then it dawned on me, “I DO still have a choice.  No one’s taken my choice away. My choice is really clear. Wine might be causing some of my pain issues. I have the choice to keep hurting or to stop drinking wine every night.”  So, I’ve put my bottle away.

In honoring a woman’s right to choose, maybe just maybe we are honoring the unborn child as well?

I read this quote earlier today, and my spirit lept:

“We have to say things, do things, think things, and share what comes up. The spirit within seeks expression in the world without, and we are its voice, its instrument. In the very heart of our own matter is the one that calls out to be heard, the love that yearns to be shared. This is our life force, our vitality, transcending boundaries, merging inner and outer, human and divine, thought and matter in an endless cycle.”

Perhaps as we seek the rights of all women, those rights merge with unborn children.  Maybe they’re not separate, but the same thing from different points of view?

I don’t have answers and I can’t speak another’s truth.  It isn’t simple. The truly hard questions of life never are.  Working to transcend the dual thinking of “either/or” is never simple. Truths found in paradoxes are hard to hold. That’s still my favorite picture of the work of the Cross in our lives: holding onto both the good thief and the bad thief until both are reconciled in the heart of Christ.

I don’t think my friend’s heart and my heart are in two different places – our ideas may be and the way we think or express them may be, but like those two thieves on the Cross, there is a place of reconciliation in the heart of Christ. May we continually find ourselves moving toward the Center of the Cross.
   


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