Recently
I came across a book called “The Christwire Handbook.” Christwire is a satirical website that publishes what appear to
be authentic articles aimed at making fun of the excesses of American Christian
conservatives. Its targets are
manifold; pointing out (with tongue in cheek) how Satan can be found lurking behind
everything from modern music to the new logo of the Miami Marlins baseball
team.
Here
is how the handbook describes what the role of women should be if our society
is ever going to get back on the ‘right track’:
· Women
have no opinion greater than their husbands’… Remember, a quiet wife is a married
wife.
· A
child’s room can get messy. Make
sure that their rooms are constantly kept up. A mother’s love for her children can be measured by the
crispness of the folds in their sheets.
· Keep
female emotions to yourself. A man
already has so much going on in his mind, the last thing he needs… is to hear
about your unimportant feelings.
· Stop
asking “Do I look fat in this dress?”
The answer is yes. A man is
not there to give you fashion tips.
· Taking
up a career means you’re putting your family in second place… Keep yourself
busy with learning new recipes.
· Fitness
is a must. Your goal is to make
your husband look good to his friends.
Groan
is you will, but I share this absurd description of the woman’s role in society
because it sheds light on today’s Gospel reading. In it, Jesus encounters two women who are suffering
tremendously under the burden of their society’s expectations.
Let’s
look first at the younger of the two.
She is the daughter of Jairus, who is the leader of the local synagogue:
a very important and prominent position in the community. Everyone would have known Jairus and
everyone would have known his daughter.
She is perhaps the first “PK” in the bible – a preacher’s kid. PK’s are an interesting breed. Some hyper-conform to the moral/ethical
agenda of their pastor/parent, while others notoriously rebel. They all grow up being scrutinized by
the congregation in a way that other children are not.
Several
things in the text interest me.
First, Jairus is identified by name. This suggests that Jesus already knew him before this
encounter. They may have been
friends, or perhaps when younger Jesus studied under him. And he most likely knew Jairus’ family
and knew all the family dynamics.
This preexisting relationship explains why Jesus was willing to see the
girl.
It
also interests me that Jairus says, “My little daughter is at the point
of death.” Later in the story we
learn that the girl is twelve years old and while it may strike us that she is
but a child, in that society it was the age when women were given in
marriage. Something is going on
here. Either the girl is ‘not
acting her age’ or her father is holding here back. Donald Capps, a pastoral psychologist, theorizes that the
girl is suffering from a several psychological trauma either because she is not
ready to be given in marriage, or because she does not want to be married to
the person arranged by her father, or because she was not accepted in marriage
by a family suitable to her father’s stature in the community.
Any
one of these scenarios would account for the girl being under intense
pressure. The way this pressure
might be manifested includes not eating, child-like behavior inappropriate for
the age, and lapsing into a comatose state mirroring death. Notice that it is Jairus and the people
around him who believe the girl is dying.
Jesus holds that she is merely sleeping. If they laugh openly at him for thinking this, imagine the
kind of social pressure they must have brought to bear on the girl over her
twelve years as a PK.
In
the midst of all this, a second woman inserts herself into the story. We do not know her name, but Mark
supplies us with interesting details.
She has been hemorrhaging for the entire length of time Jairus’ daughter
has been alive. She has gone to
every physician in the region and no one has been able to help her. The text says that she suffered much
under their ‘care.’ We can only
begin to imagine the barbaric and misguided procedures they might have
employed. I suspect that doctors
then like doctors now do not do well with failure. Surely they blamed this woman, not themselves, for her
condition. Seeking treatment had
forced her into poverty. In
addition, her bleeding would have made her ritually impure and thus unable to
participate in worship activities.
It would have led to social ostracism. And, the chronic bleeding would have rendered her unable to
perform the single most important task for women in her society – bearing
children.
Again,
we don’t know all the details of her story, but it is fair to assume that she
was between the ages of 24-30; that is young by our standards, but not in her
day. It is reasonable to assume
that her bleeding began with a legitimate physical cause – perhaps she had a
miscarriage – but that it perpetuated over the years for reasons more
psychological.
As
an aside, years ago I threw out my lower back playing with my four-year old in
a pool. That pain persisted for a
year and a half, but the morning after I accepted a call to a new church I woke
up and it was gone. What began as
an injury became the place where my stress metastasized. I think something similar is going on
with this woman. Whatever caused
the original bleeding was not what perpetuated it to continue for twelve
years. She lived under a stigma
and we have already noted that the people of the community were tough and
over-bearing people. She needed to
be released from the inner turmoil that perpetuated her condition.
Two
women: one old, one young, both in need of a miracle. The dictionary offers three basic definitions for the word
miracle. One is an event or action
that contradicts known scientific laws through supernatural intervention. The second definition is a
remarkable event or thing: a marvel.
The third is a wonderful example.
I contend that the miracles Jesus performs here do not contradict known
scientific laws, but rather are marvels and wonderful events. This does not make them any less
significant or powerful because the healing each effects is real.
The
older woman reaches out to touch Jesus.
She has heard about him.
She perceives that he is not like all the critical physicians she has
suffered under for so long. She
senses that he is a person of compassion; a person in whom she can safely place
her trust. And through the act of
reaching out all that has bound her to the brokenness of her past
vanishes. She is made well.
There
was something different about the way she touched Jesus and he senses that
power has left his body and transferred into hers. Every caregiver knows how their own energy is conveyed to
those under their care. Health is
given from one to another. It is
an experience Jesus knew well. He
highlights her faith as being the critical element in the healing process and
then imparts of her the blessing of peace.
In
the mean time news arrives that Jairus’ daughter has died. We have already seen that this is a
report which Jesus rejects. It is
no small thing that he puts aside the laughing on-lookers before going into the
house to visit the girl. We can
only guess at how much the girl’s condition could be attributed to their
negativity and critical nature, but apparently it was a significant factor
because Jesus wanted them nowhere near the girl’s house and he did not want any
of them to know what happened after the fact.
Whereas
the older woman reached out her hand to touch Jesus, this time Jesus reaches
out his hand to the girl and calls on her to get up. The touch and the voice of Jesus break through all the
trauma that had reduced her to a comatose state and she awakens. It is a marvel and a wonderful example
of how to reach out to a person in pain.
These
connected stories speak powerfully to women of all ages in our own day. They speak to the weight of society’s
expectations and the burden that women bear carrying them. Neurologists have discovered the part
of the brain that is assigned the task of negative thinking. From here the thoughts that I am too
old or I am too fat originate. It
turns out that this part of the brain is larger in women than in men, perhaps
because through evolution women are better wired to respond to the needs of a
non-verbal infant. And while it
has some advantages, the disadvantages revolve around being overly sensitive to
perceived negative feedback.
A study was done where a group of teenage girls was placed
in a room with an attractive woman who complained about how fat she was. The underlying implication was that
anyone who weighed more than she did was excessively overweight. Even though the attractive woman was a
total stranger and said nothing directly about any of the girls in the group,
her own negative self-assessment had the effect of undermining the self-image
of each of the girls in the room.
Another study found that especially for women, bad feedback
is stronger than good feedback.
Ten good meals served at a dinner party will not outweigh the one
disaster. Five complements on a
new haircut are no match for one person’s lukewarm response. And when it comes to self-esteem,
affirmation at work goes out the window if you are not able to fit into your
favorite jeans.
Today’s
Gospel reading raises many important questions. How do society’s expectations for women affect women? Isn’t that what was going on with the
crowds and the mourners and the onlookers in this town and with Jairus’ own
expectations of his daughter? What
does it mean to ground your identity in how Jesus sees you? Isn’t that the question the older woman
engaged? And what does it look
like to have Jesus reach out to you to begin to put your life back together in
a new, healthier way? Isn’t this
the question of the girl? And
finally, if your sense of self is negative and your experience of the world is
cruel, can you find a community of faith that begins to help you turn this
around? Can I find a community
committed to being the body of Christ – living as he lived and loving
unconditionally as he did? Jesus
heals two women through the simple act of touch; a touch that conveys love,
worth, and acceptance; a touch that affirms human dignity and imparts the
blessing of peace.