Guest Blogger, Jami Yandle, 2nd Year M. Div. Student, shares her reflection for a chapel organized by the Preaching and Worship Class on April 28, 2011.
Jami is a 2nd year M. Div. Student who is increasingly finding a calling to work in the area of gender, gender expression and various understandings of the queer community.
The end of the semester is approaching…a little too fast for some of us. And, we all have a lot of decisions to make. Decisions about the future. Should I do a PhD? Is that class I really want to take going to fit into my schedule next semester? What’s up with my Field Ed. are they ever going to respond? Or, hope I picked the right place to do my CPE. And we can never forget the ever looming…am I going to get a job after this?
We get so swept up in tomorrow we forget entirely about the here and now…
All around us spring is here. Right now there are flowers and trees blooming all over New York, at Riverside, and in our very own Quad. However, Spring isn’t just outside these walls. You are in bloom too. And you all so look so beautiful. But as we have experienced Spring has its rainy days….its not all smooth sailing, lets not get things twisted.
Spring lives within a tension between winter and summer – that tension, much like a slingshot, propels us into the next season. Being in seminary, being at Union, can also feel like we are living in a kind of tension. Tensions with each other, tension between the secular and sacred, the tension between knowing and accepting, the tension between intentional silence and prophetic speech. Is this tension that which propels us into our next big thing?
Like a slingshot we are being stretched, it hurts to be stretched, but the strength is in the stretching. Each class, experience, moment of pushing yourself beyond your limits is going to boost your speed…and your distance…
Like us, the women in the passage are filled with tension. An angel appears, Jesus’ body is nowhere to be found, the women are told to tell everyone what happened. Women are the ones that get to explain the resurrection.
The women, the unlikeliest of messengers are the news bearers. They weren’t worried about tomorrow. They were caught up in today. In Greek to tell means to report, or bring news. These women are inside of the slingshot, and the tension of that moment is the exact energy needed to go tell the greatness of the resurrection.
For thirty years the Presbyterian Church (USA) has been in a debate about who is called. This is my tension. My daily existence is full of anxiety, worry, and frustrations over people that don’t even know me – who are voting on my right to serve. I’m not allowed to forget I’m a lesbian. The adversity of living in this tension every waking second makes my passion for justice grow. I make the tension work for me.
I imagine if people were asked to vote whether or not to allow the women at the tomb to speak……..they would have voted no. Despite this the angel tells them to go spread the good news; they were called to bring the truth. The unlikeliest of messengers were sent out. And so here I stand, like a slingshot, I have been pulled back, and I’m tired of being in the slingshot. I am ready to go. Its going to take five more votes to release the whole Presbyterian Church from our slingshot. Into what I don’t yet know. But we are full of excitement and a little nervous about spreading the word. And I am the unlikeliest of messengers.
This is my experience, what slingshot are you ready to be released from? ……..
What message are you excited and a little worried about telling?
The women left the tomb with fear and great joy. Likewise, after being pulled back in the slingshot, and when we are released, that exposure is both awesome…and a little scary. But don’t forget, God doesn’t make mistakes. God chose women in a time when they would be the unlikeliest of messengers…and God chose us, or the universe pushed us …and…that’s arguably an epic move. The women kept the moment of receiving the message quite pure. They left the tomb immediately and ran to tell the disciples. There was no delay. The moment was kind of like where we are right now. The residue of what seems like a tomb of emptiness, an unknown future, was actually the conception of new life.
If you think about it, the tomb the women arrive at is kind of like a metaphor for seminary. We show up expecting to experience one thing, and something else entirely manifests. Our own power startles us. Our humanity humbles us. Our God illuminates us. We get it from this place, from these ivory towers. That position of privilege is exactly the place the women stood. But they knew they couldn’t hold onto that information. The message was bigger than they were, larger than life. And suddenly, the perils of being female disappear and they have a compulsion to go and tell. In a time in which the world needs to hear the good news, we are the unlikeliest of messengers to go there. So Union, step up. Step in. Let the slingshot help you soar……and go tell all that you have seen………