I'm amused to read on one of my favourite blogs, Jen Lemen,
that sources say there isn't a problem with women in ministry! Women,
apparently, are outnumbering men in ministry by as much as 7 to 1 -
indeed, the truth is that there are not enough men in ministry. I
rejoice over this news. Obviously the world has undergone a change in
the last few weeks of which I am entirely unaware. :)
But joking apart, Jen's passionate post put
me in mind of a recent experience - one among many stories I could tell
about the obvious fact that we still have a long way to go before the
ministry of women is accepted to the extent that it is unremarkable.
A
couple of weekends ago I took up an invitation to speak about 100 miles
from home to a small study group that meets every couple of months to
consider difficult theological problems. The subject to which I was
asked to speak was Romantic insights into postmodern hermeneutics - a topic that drew both on my PhD research, and on a chapter I wrote in a recently published book.
(Incidentally, I never speak or write in a professional capacity about
the ministry of women: I'm far too busy getting on with it.) As I
approached the venue I was enormously encouraged to see that a whole
carnival had been organised to welcome me, complete with sandwich
boards, banners, balloons, fliers, even promotional CD's. I had no idea
I was this important! But as I entered the carnival zone I realised
this was not a welcoming party at all, but a party protesting against
the ministry of women, and in particular against me having the audacity to "teach men".
My
usual policy with this kind of time-wasting activity is to treat it
with as much grace as I can muster. Of course, when one ANTICIPATES a
protest (as I do nearly every time I celebrate the Eucharist, for
instance), one prays in advance to be able to respond in grace. But on this
occasion, speaking by invitation to a little study
group of 12 men and 2 women, not at a 'public event', it hadn't
occurred to me that there would be any kind of a protest, and my
prayers and thoughts were occupied with other things. I'm happy to say,
however, that years of practice in digging into grace seem to have
become habit forming, as I felt nothing other than enormously sorry for
these well meaning people, and so comfortable and confident in what I
was doing that a response of grace was no effort whatsoever.
The
day that women become so acceptable and so widely represented that
their presence is no longer remarkable, I shall be the first to
rejoice. I am busy, happy and fulfilled in my work, both in academic study and pastoral ministry, and being at the same time a mother to a small child leaves me with
little spare time and energy to justify my existence, to myself or
anyone else. It is, however, my ongoing experience that there is an ongoing and often upleasant protest against women in ministry. As long as
this continues, women ministers must continue to dig into God for the
grace needed to love those who do not love us, and the courage to
continue to obey His call. But I do sometimes dream of the day when
this will be a thing of the past.
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