Boldness

by Mari cross posted from  her blog Mari’s Muses

The other day, a friend of mine was telling me about a conversation she was having with someone who had never had spiritual experiences similar to her own.

It was all fine and everything, but then she blurted out, “I guess I’m not as bold as you are.”

And I said, “What? Bold? Me? What are you talking about?”

The only time I ever say anything is in writing. That doesn’t exactly add up to boldness.

In fact, mostly when I’m in social settings, I try to slip away as soon as I can because if I talk to anybody, I feel like I’m being too bold and over the top.

I think it’s safe to say that I am not really that bold.

My friend went on to remind me of an incident that occurred about 3 years ago.

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I lived around the corner and down the street a little from a public playground/outdoor event area. There were concerts every week during the summer and sometimes churches had outdoor church services there. The college theater department also did a play there every year. The Munchkin loved to play over there, so her mama and I would go there and watch her play.

One day, I was so done sitting around by myself, so I decided to go to the park. I knew it was concert day, but it was quite a while before the concert was going to start. I grabbed my bag which always had a book or 5 in it for cases like this where I was going to be alone in a crowd and needed something to distract me from the fact that I was surrounded by a gajillion people who didn’t care that I was there, and I headed over to the park.

When I got to the park, I selected a shady spot to sit and wait. I took my Bible out of my purse and I began to read.

I remember that day very distinctly. I was reading from the book of Isaiah, which I find to be a comforting and beautiful part of the scriptures. My friend found me sitting under the shade of the enormous tree at the edge of the park, and she immediately introduced me to the woman who was with her. (My friend, obviously, makes friends very quickly and easily– I say “obviously” because she’s friends with me and I’m not much for making friends.) This woman took one look at me and said, “Are you reading a Bible? In the park? Well bless your heart….”

And I thought, “My heart is blessed, lady. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be reading the Bible in the first place.”

And then I thought, “Wait…. is it like…. weird? to read a Bible in the park?”

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I didn’t think much about this interaction again until my friend brought it up the other day.

I said, “So…. reading the Bible in the park is bold?”

Because, I’m used to the kind of boldness where people proclaim in public that everybody is going to hell. Yes, I know people personally who do that. (Going back to the making friends thing, I do not consider those particular people my friends. They’ve told me too many times that I’m going to hell for the relationship to really progress much past “Hi, I’m John T. Baptist and you’re going to hell.”)

My friend said, “Well, yeah. Have you ever seen anybody else read a Bible in the park?”

Well, no — but that could be because I am not known for having stellar observational skills.

But how is reading the Bible in the park any different from reading Moby Dick in the park? It’s a book. It’s the park. People hang out in the park and some of them read books. No big deal. Sometimes I read textbooks in the park. Or novels. Or self-help books. Or classics. How is the Bible any different?

My friend said, “It’s just really bold. A lot of times, people don’t like to admit they read the Bible in private, so they’re definitely not going to do it in public.”

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I got to thinking about that day and the things that were going on in my life at the time. By then, I had lost every friend I had (with the exception of the one who introduced me to her friend that day in the park), and I was used to doing social things and ending up sitting in a corner and everyone ignoring me. It had been going on like that for years. So when an opportunity to attend a social event arose, I was all gung-ho to attend — but I was going to go prepared. Bring a book. Any book. It doesn’t hurt so much to be ignored if you don’t act like you want anybody to notice you.

And, God had never ignored me. I felt cherished by God, so when I thought about going into a social setting where I knew I was most likely going to be rejected by the people around me, it brought me a lot of comfort to read the Bible. Perhaps the people around me didn’t like me, want me, or even tolerate my presence, but if I was going to sit in that crowd of haters, dang it, I was going to immerse myself in something that brought me a little comfort and reassurance.

For the record, reading the Bible helped.

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To the person looking on from the outside that day, I (apparently) looked pretty bold. But that “boldness” was nothing more than an attempt to shove the broken, hurt pieces into a spot where no one could see them.

I suppose the real reason I don’t see myself as being “bold” is probably because the things I do, I do in an attempt to hide or minimize the pain. It feels like an act. It feels cowardly. It feels horrible.

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Mari is the middle of 5 kids — and the only girl — in a male-dominant, semi-quiverfull, rather patriarchal homeschooling family. She was raised in a patriarchal church and most of her social network as a child consisted of children of patriarchal or quiverfull families. This is the story of how she was sucked into the patriarchal/quiverfull belief system, and how she was lovingly (and in some cases, not so lovingly!) escorted out. Read her blog at: http://www.marismuses.wordpress.com

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  • Simon Bransby

    who cares what you read in public? I dare say that most folks these days wouldn’t be able to read its title anyway. I have spent many a fine afternoon in the park reading Fantasy novels and books on Paganism while perched in a tree. I never even noticed what other people thought of it. It just made me happy. I’ll tell you what I tell many of my Tarot clients: everyone has the right to be happy. YOU have the right to be happy, and to love who you are. If taking a bible along to read is a reminder of that, DO IT. Many hugs to you, and I hope you continue to heal.


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