Peace in the Strife: A Year of Blogging (Mostly) on the Patriarchy

Peace in the Strife: A Year of Blogging (Mostly) on the Patriarchy September 19, 2023

peace in the strife
Writing about my writing: a year in review / Drawing Hands, 1948 – M.C. Escher – / public domain

Looking back over the past year, it’s hard to imagine a blank space in place of the 15 posts here. None is perfect, but all are special to me. They are canvasses onto which I have poured out my soul, intellect, and imagination pondering the things of God; they have been catalysts for spiritual formation – mine, hopefully others’ – and productive engagement. Blogging (mostly) on the patriarchy has been a burden and a blessing: the burden and blessing of peace in the strife.

As I soldier on, one thing that continues to surprise me are the people at my church who’ve read this blog. I’m not on social media, nor do I consider myself to be popular or notable in my community, so I’d assumed my exposure here would be limited. Yet a deacon at my church was concerned about me after reading my caustic post on the Rt. Rev. Julian Dobbs. She wondered if I had peace.

So I asked her: what does peace mean?

Peace in the Strife: A Cruciform Life

A favorite hymn of mine, by fellow Sewanee alum William Alexander Percy, contemplates what peace means for Christians. It’s more complicated than we might think. Percy begins by considering the simple, relatively quiet lives of the apostles prior to their conversion and contrasts that shallow “peace” to the peace of the Christian life:

They cast their nets in Galilee
Just off the hills of brown,
Such happy, simple fisherfolk
Before the Lord came down.

Contented, peaceful fishermen,
Before they ever knew
The peace of God that filled their hearts
Brimful, and broke them too.

Young John who trimmed the flapping sail
Homeless in Patmos died.
Peter, who hauled the teeming net,
Head down was crucified.

Percy then concludes:

The peace of God, it is no peace,
But strife closed in the sod.
Yet Christians pray for but one thing –
The marvelous peace of God.

I’m familiar with this hymn because of my dad. As organist/choirmaster, he was responsible for selecting our hymns, and I think he appreciated this one for its lyrical beauty and depth. The tune, Georgetown, is appropriately haunting. I remember practicing the hymn in choir once, and Dad said to us, “This seems to have a profound but difficult message; what do you think it is?” His concern was not merely with the vocal performance of the piece but that its meaning, as well as its music, would resonate in us.

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My dad, Capers Cross, conducting the St. Philip’s choir as they sing “Adoramus Te” at St. Stephen’s Cathedral, Vienna, August 2013. Video by John Kuhn. Watch on YouTube here.

Do I have peace?

Did John and Peter have peace?

Yes and no, but there is peace in the strife.

I told my deacon that I had the peace of someone doing what God is calling me to do. And if that looks like strife, then perhaps I’m right on the money.

Thanks, Dad!

Encountering God

It bears mentioning that when I write something involving God, I try to invite him into that creative process. I don’t always sense his presence, but several times in the past year, I could feel the Holy Spirit’s inspiration and Jesus speaking Scripture to me as I drafted these posts. Encountering God in profound and surprising ways – as I ruminated on dark topics – certainly brought me some peace in the strife.

The post on Mary Magdelene was particularly memorable for me. I wrote most of it on my back porch, and while I hit some roadblocks, at times I felt the Holy Spirit like a gentle wind buffeting my thoughts. The lightness of his presence was unexpected and encouraging; I knew then that I was on to something, and that deep knowledge kept me going.

I finished my post denouncing the ESV Bible translation’s treatment of women late at night and went to bed straight away. I was satisfied with what I’d accomplished, but as I nodded off, I felt as if Jesus was speaking Luke 13 to me. In this passage, he heals a woman stricken for years with a debilitating, deforming condition. But rather than celebrating her freedom and healing, the synagogue leaders criticize Jesus for doing “work” on the Sabbath.

Heaven itself seemed to open in my mind. I suddenly realized that Carolyn Custis James’ criticism of the ESV – its refusal to update the Old English translation of “man” in Gen. 1:26-27 and replace it with the more accurate and female-inclusive term “human beings,” while updating without hesitation older terms like “ass” to the more appropriate term “donkey” – recapitulates the same double standard Jesus criticized in Luke 13, where he blasts the spiritual authorities for treating donkeys better than women:

“You hypocrites! Does not each of you on the Sabbath untie his ox or his donkey from the manger and lead it to water? And ought not this woman, a daughter of Abraham whom Satan bound for eighteen long years, be set free from this bondage on the Sabbath day?” (10-16)

Why is it that modern-day scribes are happy to update the language for animals, giving the donkey its place of honor in the text, yet refuse to update the Hebrew translation of adam (“earth creature”) in Gen. 1:26-27 from “man” to “human beings”, denying to women the place of honor that God ordained for us – in this narrative – as equal partners of men?

Before my encounter with Jesus that night, I thought I’d sufficiently (perhaps too harshly?) detailed the distortions of the ESV and their significance to Christian living. But Jesus, as he cried Luke 13 out to me and underscored the old donkey/woman double standard, was condemning the ESV in even stronger terms. God’s presence to me then, as I was falling asleep, was no gentle wind but an urgent appeal, a clarion call (wake up! don’t miss this! there’s more!), the Word of God come alive from the pages of the Bible straight into my heart like a sword. I thought I was being subversive, but from God’s perspective, I hadn’t gone far enough.

Why? Because my criticism, sharp though it was, didn’t do justice to God’s moral outrage. I believe Jesus stopped me before I published that post because he had something more powerful for me to say, something he wanted to make crystal clear: that the motives behind the ESV translation are part of a pattern of sin – the arrogance and ignorance of men in power – that he has already condemned.

Woe to the scribes.

Writing As Weaving: Making Peace in the Strife

My great-grandmother and namesake, Nell Serena Talley Ward, passed away when I was 11. As a child, I’d visit her throughout the year with my family, but I hadn’t known her well. When she was gone, what I remembered most about her – besides her incredible faith – was her skill at crochet. With needle and thread, which was always by her side in a basket, she created the most exquisite textiles: tablecloths, Christmas ornaments, doilies, runners.

Years after her death, in high school, I dreamed I was back in her home. In the dream, she’d just died, and I wanted to take her crochet needle with me. I went to her bedroom, found her sewing basket in the closet, grabbed the needle, and left.

Just last year, almost 30 years after that dream, there was an estate sale at her home. The night before the auction, I spied her sewing basket and its contents in the auction photos; they were part of the sale. I asked a family member to save the basket for me, and it’s in my home now.

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My late nana’s sewing basket. Inside I found unfinished pieces. What had she been planning next?

I finally got that needle, and although I can’t crochet, like my nana, I can create. That was my inheritance. I just use thoughts and words instead of needle and thread. The metaphor to writing is apt; a crochet needle bears a striking resemblance to a pen.

I’m not sure what I’ll write here next, but the making of it will be part of my peace in the strife. And I look forward to seeing God, and seeing what he does, in my offering.

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