I am tired of the ways Christian theology is used, over and over and over to justify and enable abuse. Tired is the right word to use there. I was angry. I was outraged. I was determined to find a new way of thinking about Christianity that was freeing, rather than oppressive.
But right now, as I deal with some health problems and personal issues, I am just tired. I feel exhausted, hopeless, powerless as I see more and more people use Christian theology to silence those who would speak out against abuse. I find that it isn’t only fundamentalist churches doing this. More liberal Christians, and even some folks in social justice circles that are not specifically Christian evoke the messages I heard growing up–that submitting to abusive people, letting them wound us, sacrificing pieces of who we are in the name of unity and community, will lead to life, rightness, restored relationships.
So I picked up a book that several people have suggested I read: Proverbs of Ashes by Rita Nakashima Brock and Rebecca Ann Parker.
I have just begun this book, but it is healing to hear others question the narrative of sacrifice that some folks claim is the only way to look at Christ and the cross:
Christianity had taught me that sacrifice is the way of life…To make sacrifice or to be sacrificed is virtuous and redemptive. But what if this is not true? What if nothing, or very little, is saved? What if the consequence of sacrifice is simply pain, the diminishment of life, fragmentation of the soul, abasement, shame?…What if the performance of sacrifice is a ritual in which some human beings bear loss and others are protected from accountability and moral expectations? (pg. 25)
I am not interested in sacrifice that means killing parts of who I am, with no hope of those parts ever resurrecting.
I cannot practice forgiveness that doesn’t allow me to set up boundaries or cut off unsafe or unhealthy relationships.
I don’t want to love if it means I can never be angry at injustice. If it means I must bow my head and submit to the will of those who would hurt me and others.
But I’m not the only one who is tired of abusive interpretations of Christian theology, and I’m not the first person to seek out new possibilities. Already, Proverbs of Ashes is giving me hope to hold onto–hope that Christianity can be liberating for survivors.
I will likely blog more about this book in the future. Until then, back to reading!