I may have mentioned here that I was very involved in evangelical Christianity from the age of 12 until about halfway through my college career. My folks had a great awakening of spirituality when my Dad committed to AA in the 70s and gravitated to a conservative nuts and bolts, second Timothy 3:16-17 "All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God[a] may be thoroughly equipped for every good work." kind of faith. There were many really wonderful things about this time - a sense of community is the first one, but also the feeling that there was a greater power - thanks Bill W. - that could restore us. While it breaks my heart to read my adolescent diaries and read that it is no wonder that my life is a shit-show, because I am such a depraved sinner, I am so grateful that I retain faith in the higher power that gives my life comfort and meaning.
So this summer, I am in the season of elderly-ness where I want to make sure I am doing right by my loved ones, and since Jesus is number one (much evidence to the contrary) I have been making a concerted effort to do more reading of a spiritual nature. However, my personal creed that I don't have to read more than 40 pages of any book that doesn't capture me precludes doing too much Bible reading and also the current political situation makes me really irked by many people who share my spiritual beliefs and background teamed up to make it something of a challenge to find something that both helps my relationship with Jesus and doesn't make me really snarky.
Enter Rachel Held Evans. Her book Searching for Sunday is the story of leaving the evangelical church while attempting to keep her faith intact. I found so many parallels in my own life. She was a popular blogger, like me. (I have a reader now! Hi, Constance!), she was deeply disturbed at how right wing politics had coopted Christianity and she loved the gays.
To go on at length about the book would require me to remember specifics and while I loved her take on community and ...a bunch of other stuff that has now become an amorphous blob in my head... one thing that remains clear is her take on the interpretation of Scripture.
"Even the apostle Paul.. said in his letter to the Ephesians, "Husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies...Ironically, this very letter is often invoked to support hierarchical genders roles in marriage, because earlier, in urging all members of a household to 'submit to one another out of reverence for Christ,' Paul describes a typical first-century Greco-Roman household, complete with a male head-of-house who has authority over his wives, slaves and children. In the past, some Christians referred to this passage to argue that the hierarchy between master and slave is God-ordained, and in the present, some continue to use it to argue that hierarchy between men and women is God-ordained. Paul is not arguing that the first-century Greco-Roman household structure is the best for humans flourishing and therefore God's design for all people everywhere. Such a question was not within his purview. Rather, he is explaining that when Christians imitate Jesus in their relationships, when partners in marriage serve one another rather than fight for dominiance, we catch a little glimpse of the mystery of Christ's relentless, self-giving love for the church."
This spoke to me SO HARD! I could go on at length about my own thoughts on Biblical interpretation and the incredible damage of assuming that Christians are a monolith, but I shan't because this is ostensibly a book review. Suffice to say, I am a huge RHE fan and have her A Year of Biblical Womanhood up next on my nightstand.
Searching for Sunday is a memoir about leaving the toxic aspects of organized religion aside and finding a faith community that allows for many voices and interpretations and it also made me laugh out loud.
Which brings me to
Enormous Wings by Laurie Frankel. The premise is that Pepper Mills (yes, her name is addressed) is a 77 year old woman who moves to an old folks home, falls in love and gets pregnant in fairly short order. It has that "finding community" vibe that I love so deeply and it is hysterically funny in places. It also brings up the specter of abortion in all its divisive glory.
In three of the four educational institutions I attended in my adolescence, it was a given that we were all anti-abortion, I mean pro-life. We watched The Silent Scream in science class and there was an active group on my college campus that picketed Planned Parenthood as a regular activity. But I also know many people for whom abortion was a life-saving procedure. It's almost as if having different experiences gives people different attitudes about life.
Frankel is clearly in the bodily autonomy corner, and she does a wonderful job of showing how different people's experience (or lack of) inform their attitudes about women's choice. I picked this up because I have been spending a fair amount of time in an assited living facility and the details ring true. I thought the idea of having a baby at an advanced age (one of my own personal nightmares) would be fun to read about - and it was - but I was rewarded with a lot more to think about than I expected.