Nov. 19, 2021
The Resurrection is overwhelming and stunning and far greater minds and writers have written about it. I can not the best the best of those writers but I see something that sometimes is, if not missed, perhaps not discussed so thoroughly.
Regardless of which Gospel narrative you read, it was the women who saw the resurrected Jesus first. It was the women who braved a run in with the Roman soldiers at the grave. It was the women who sought to attend the body of Jesus in whatever way that was for Jews who were now Christians. We see in these women our first ‘church women’.
We are there when Jesus has a discussion with the sisters Mary and Margaret – He understands the need of the one to see to the needs of those who have arrived to see Jesus and He points also to the other who studies at His feet. We are Margaret and Mary in our churches to this day – the women who are so talented and adept at organizing events and meals supported by the women who see to it that there is ample place and opportunity for study. Retreats are excellent for displaying this union between the two necessary ministries. I like to think of them as depicted when we fold our hands in prayer – the fingers of both hands lay side by side and make a strong merger; they come from different directions but where they join they are the strongest.
When I hear people say that Christianity ignores women, I know they haven’t read the Bible. We are there throughout the entire story, from Genesis to Revelation. Jesus is the head, the Apostles and our priests and bishops are the roof; but a roof can’t stand without the supporting walls. Women were there in every story of the travels of the Apostles – women seeing to it that the Apostles were fed, housed, had a couple of bucks in their pockets for the road. We’ve always been there and we should know by now our great worth to Jesus – Jesus, lover of a woman’s soul.
I’m chuckling to myself – how many church women have not ‘had a word’ with their priest because something needed to be attended to? (chuckling …) I rest my case.