The overlap between art and faith coincides at a number of points.
Both rely upon tradition and discipline to think about the things which matter.
Both use symbolics to make a prophetic point about the world as it is beneath our pretensions.
In both art and faith, the debate between what is sacred (or just appropriate) and profane is continuous.
In fact, I would argue the ongoing power and relevance of both art and faith is due to their ability to blur the line of convention and provoke just such a conversation.
Recently, some have raised the question of the appropriateness of the word ‘toilet’ in a sacred setting.
Is the word itself profane?
Or does context- how and to what end it’s used, say raising money for an indigenous community- determine it’s propriety?
Can an ordinarily ‘profane’ word become ‘sacred?’
Janet Laisch, an art historian and church member, picks it up from here.
Marcel Duchamp’s Fountain from 1964 above is displayed at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (SF MOMA) as a replacement for his original from 1917. After his brother’s death during WWI, Duchamp moved from Paris to NYC and helped form the Society of Independent Artists as a way for emerging artists to exhibit their work without censor. In preparation for the first show, Duchamp purchased a mass produced plumbing object from the Mott Hardware store, signed it using his alter ego R. Mutt short for Richard Mutt and dated it 1917. Duchamp categorized this entry as sculpture and paid the required $6 fee only to have it rejected and “lost” or destroyed. The controversy that ensued became part of the object’s meaning and eventually the impetus for Duchamp to recreate it and have it displayed permanently at the SF MOMA.
The following is a direct quote from a 1917 periodical: “The Richard Mutt Case,” from The Blind Man, May 1917:
“They say any artist paying six dollars may exhibit.” Mr. Richard Mutt sent in a fountain.
Without discussion this article disappeared and never was exhibited. What were the grounds for refusing Mr. Mutt’s fountain:
1 Some contended it was immoral, vulgar.
2 Others, it was plagiarism, a plain piece of plumbing.
Now Mr. Mutt’s fountain is not immoral, that is absurd, no more than a bathtub is immoral. It is a fixture that you see every day in plumbers’ show windows. Whether Mr. Mutt with his own hands made the fountain or not has no importance. He CHOSE it. He took an ordinary article of life, placed it so that its useful significance disappeared under the new title and point of view—created a new thought for that object. As for plumbing, that is absurd. The only works of art America has given are her plumbing and her bridges.”
Creating art during WWI when most objects were mass produced and easily replaceable, Duchamp asked: should art still be hand-made, one-of-a-kind, irreplaceable, unique?
Should art be visually pleasing?
Must art require impressive technical skill?
What is art?
Through the use of only minimally manipulated mundane ready-made objects, Duchamp sought to move away from the established definition that art should showcase the visual and technical skill of the artist and instead made art about a concept. The idea the object conveys is the more permanent nature of the art(ifact) as long as it has a vehicle for communicating its message. The object itself will eventually disappear much like Duchamp felt after his own brother’s death during WWI.
The idea once created remains a part of history as long as it is remembered either by creating a replacement or by communicating about it. For this work, Duchamp chose the plumbing object, displayed it at 90 degrees and signed it in black and called it sculpture. Applying a title not associated with its original use may change it very drastically.
The very title—Fountain—transforms the way I view this ready-made object.
Duchamp wanted people to reconsider it– that is why he provided it with a new name. He wants us to free associate using the plumbing object and title to form new ideas and think about society in a new way.
For example, we find it absurd to drink water from Duchamp’s Fountain or vile and revolting.
Hopefully we are angry enough that we don’t want anyone to drink non potable water.
It is a loaded image because it reminds me of really vile behavior and oppression when different standards were not recognized as evil.
We don’t have to agree that this object is art or that Duchamp is brilliant.
I hope we can agree that these people are beautiful, one-of-a kind, unique, and irreplaceable.
When it comes to ‘toilets’ and getting toilets and clean water to children like these, the question is not between the sacred and profane.
It’s a question of what is holy.
To give to the Guatemala Toilet Project, click here.
Here’s the homily from Sunday on Mark 1.40-45. You can listen to the audio below, on the sidebar to the right. You can download it in iTunes under ‘Tamed Cynic’ or, better yet, download the free mobile app.
The sermon was short this week because we used the worship service time to package meals for Stop Hunger Now.
This is Anna Lucia.
She’s five years old in this picture. I met her just before Christmas a few years ago. She lives in the Highlands in Guatemala.
I built a wood-stove in her family’s house so that her mother would have something to cook over instead of cooking over an open fire inside their home.
Anna’s house is about half the size of my bathroom. It’s made of mud with an earth floor in a village routinely devastated by mudslides.
The only other possessions in the house were a dirty mattress, a faded soccer poster, and a tiny little Christmas tree with jagged, broken colored lights.
At that altitude it frosts every night, but there’s no heat. Not even a door just bright pink tapestry hanging from the ceiling- and you could hear that cold in Anna’s breathing. It sounded like she had pneumonia.
You can’t tell from this photograph but Anna’s nose ran with black snot from the fire her mother had to cook over.
The only water Anna Lucia has access to is polluted.
She and her family have no sink. No toilet.
Anna’s mother is named Maria and she’s only a teenager though she looks three times her age.
Her father works a tiny field outside their house.
The summer before this picture Anna’s parents borrowed money to send a family member to the States to find work.
So when I met them not only were they impoverished, they were in debt too.
I’ve been working in Guatemala for a long time. Aldersgate has been sending service teams there for almost 10 years.
People often speak of the ‘spiritual high’ they get from serving the poor.
They talk about the ‘joy’ that comes in helping others.
And that’s part of it.
But you know what else I always leave feeling?
What I left Anna Lucia feeling?
Right after he’s baptized, Jesus goes to Galilee.
‘Galilee’ is Mark’s shorthand way of saying ‘on the other side of the tracks.’
As soon as he arrives, a leper comes up to Jesus. Gets down on his knees begging.
Leprosy assaults your body as your skin rots away.
But ‘leprosy also attacks your social network.
It brings you isolation. It makes you unclean. It leaves you socially unacceptable’ (Walter Brueggemann).
So not only does leprosy makes sick, it stigmatizes you.
Which, if you weren’t already, makes you poor.
And according to the Law of Moses, a leper’s ‘uncleanness’ can only be ritually removed by a duly vested priest.
This leper obviously knows the rules don’t give Jesus the right to cleanse him. That’s why he gives Jesus an out: “You could declare me clean, if you dare.”
And Mark says that ‘moved with anger’ Jesus stretches out his hand and Jesus touches this untouchable leper- touches him before he heals him- and Jesus says: “I do choose. Be made clean!”
And while the leprosy leaves him, Jesus doesn’t say ‘come and follow me’ or ‘your faith has made you well.’
No, Mark says Jesus snorts “with indignation.”
Here’s the money question Mark wants you to puzzle out:
Why is Jesus so angry?
Because this pushy leper didn’t say the magic word?
Because now all anyone will want from him are miracles?
Because this leper is only interested in a cure not carrying a cross?
Why is Jesus so angry?
In order to answer that question, you have to ask another one:
Why does Jesus send this ex-leper to show himself to the priests?
The answer Mark wants you to tease out is that this ex-leper had already gone to the priests and with the same question: ‘Will you declare me clean?’
Jesus is angry. Jesus snorts with indignation. Jesus huffs and puffs because before this leper begged Jesus, he went before the priests.
Just as the Bible instructs.
And they turned him away.
You see, the priests in Jesus’ day charged money for the ritual cleansing.
And money, if you were a leper, is something you didn’t have.
So not only were lepers marginalized and ostracized, they were victimized too.
And that, Mark says, makes for one PO’d Messiah.
What Would Jesus Do?
As often as we ask ourselves that question, ‘Get Torqued Off’ isn’t usually what comes to mind.
Jesus only has 19 verses of actual ministry under his belt here and already he’s righteously mad.
And Jesus keeps on getting angry, again and again, in Mark’s Gospel.
When a man with a withered hand approaches Jesus in church and the Pharisees look on in apathy, Jesus gets angry.
And when Jesus rides into Jerusalem and sees what’s going on, Jesus gets angry and throws a Temple tantrum.
And when Peter brings a sword to protect the Prince of Peace, Jesus gets angry and scolds him.
We tend to think that anger is a bad thing, that it’s something to be stamped out not sought after. Some have even numbered anger a ‘deadly sin.’
But we believe that Jesus was fully human, in him was the full complement of sinless human emotions.
Not only do we believe Jesus was fully human, scripture calls Jesus the 2nd Adam.
Jesus wasn’t just truly human; he’s the True Human.
He’s not only fully human; he’s the only human- the only one to ever be as fully alive as God made each of us to be.
Yet Jesus is angry all the time.
So anger isn’t always or necessarily a bad thing.
Instead of a flaw in our humanity, anger could be a way for us to become more human, as fully human as Jesus.
But how do we know the difference?
Between anger as a vice and anger as a virtue?
Scripture speaks of sin as ‘missing the mark.’
That is, sin is when our actions or desires are aimed towards something other than what God intends.
When you read straight through the Gospels, you notice how Jesus gets angry…all the time.
But what Jesus gets angry at-
is injustice, oppression, poverty
suffering and stigmatization
abuse and apathy.
That’s the kind of anger that hits God’s mark.
As a pastor, I run into people all the time who are convinced either that God is angry at them OR that the god of the Bible is an angry god.
So let me just say it plain:
The love of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit for us is unconditional.
Because the love between the Father, Son and Spirit is unceasing.
God’s love for us is unchanging because GOD IS UNCHANGING.
We cannot earn God’s love, no matter how hard we try.
We cannot lose God’s love, no matter how hard we try.
God does not change his mind about us.
Because God does not change his mind.
Because God does not change.
God IS NOT ANGRY.
God CANNOT EVER BE ANGRY.
Because he’s God.
But Jesus, the True Human Person, the 2nd Adam, the Fully Human One, he gets Angry.
And that means…so should we.
When we built that wood- stove in Anna’s house, we looked around for bits of rock and odds and ends to use to fill the holes in the cinder blocks before we filled them with mortar.
Want to guess one of the things I came across underneath some old, woven grain sacks?
An empty wrapper from an old meal.
What we do today by packaging these meals for people like Anna- I hope it gives you that feeling of joy that comes from serving others; I hope it leaves you with a sense of fulfillment having helped a cause greater than yourself.
But I hope it leaves you a little bit angry too.
Because if it does, you’ll leave here just a little bit more human.
It’s hard to step away from the pulpit and know if a sermon will survive any longer than the moment that’s just passed. It’s difficult to sit by a hospital bed and discern if you’ve been anything more than simply kind, if you’ve been helpful. Or true. I do believe in measuring. I believe numbers matter because people matter to God, but I also know that in ministry there are not as many quantifiables as some would like to pretend. Still fewer are the tangible outcomes produced by ministry.
One of them, however, is the mission work made possible in part by my congregation, and thus in part, by me.
I hope it sounds neither sentimental nor self-interested that I find a great sense of fulfillment in knowing that I had a small role to play in the Community/Clinic getting built in Chikisis, Guatemala over 2012-2013.
Not only will the center house service teams in a region of the Highlands otherwise too remote to help, it will serve as a gathering spot of indigenous women in the region to receive medical training and o
ther empowerment skills.
Here are some photos taken by our most recent team of the center as well as some photos of digging the central sewage lines for the community- part of our larger Guatemala Toilet Project in Chikisis.
Many of you helped fund or build the Community Center in Chuicutama, Guatemala.
Our Christmas mission team lodged there this December while working on our Sanitation Project. Now, you can see the community center being used as it was intended: to train and empower indigenous women in the Highlands.
Here’s this weekend’s sermon on the rich (young) man.
You can listen to here, on the sidebar or download it in iTunes under ‘Tamed Cynic.’
I originally tried to get an actual, live camel here for this weekend. As it turns out that would’ve been obscenely expensive, which Dennis thought would’ve been too ironic given this month’s focus on simplicity.
So I don’t have a live camel, but I thought I could approximate one to help us visualize the story. I need a few volunteers.
According to Wikipedia, which is never wrong, the one-humped dromedary camel is about 7 1/4 feet tall, from the ground to the top of its hump, and about 10 feet long from nose to tail.
In his day and in his part of the world, the camel was the largest animal Jesus could’ve have conceived. Just just hold those dimensions in your mind.
In Mark 10, Jesus and the disciples are a few miles outside the nation’s capital. Jesus has just taught that if anyone wants to enter the Kingdom of God they’ll have to approach the Kingdom as children, as having nothing, as children have nothing.
No sooner are his words out of his mouth than someone with everything approaches Jesus. A rich man. You don’t have everything you want without knowing how to get anything you want. So the rich man tries his hand at flattery: ‘Good Teacher’ he calls Jesus.
And then he asks him a rich man’s kind of question. With everything in this life taken care of- no worries- the rich man asks what he has to do to inherit the next one.
Jesus doesn’t return the rich man’s flattery and responds disinterestedly by giving him the most ordinary answer imaginable.
He recites the 10 Commandments.
But the rich man waves him off: I’ve already done all that. I’m a good person. I’m religious. I don’t lie. I haven’t cheated on my wife. I haven’t stolen from my neighbors.
You’re still missing one thing, Jesus says.
Liquidate your 401K. Empty your savings. Put the house on the market. Trade in the car. Sell the season tickets. Forget the beach vacation. Cancel your membership at the club. Everything. Give the cash to the poor.
And then come follow me.
And the rich man says: ‘Yeah, I don’t think so. What do you know? You’re just some homeless guy.’
Then Jesus looks at this one rich man and makes a sweeping generalization about all rich people:
their salvation is impossible.
This same Jesus who promised paradise to the thief
This same Jesus who refused to condemn the adulteress
This same Jesus who compared himself to a shepherd who will go out of his way searching for a single lost lamp
This same Jesus who said God’s love was like an old lady who turned her house upside down looking for a dime
This same Jesus says salvation is impossible for the rich.
The disciples, who’ve grown up believing that prosperity is a sign of God’s blessing, they ask Jesus: what do you mean it’s impossible?
I mean, it’s about as likely as shoving a fully-loaded 7 x 10 foot camel through the eye of a needle.
Or, as we might say today, when it comes to heaven the rich have a snowball’s chance in hell.
I offer it to you in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen.
Actually, the story’s maybe not as bad as it sounds.
As the ancient Church Father, Origen, pointed out, the Aramaic word for camel (kamelon) is almost identical to the Aramaic word for nautical cable (kamilon).
It’s just 1 letter difference. It could be as simple as a copyist’s error.
So when Jesus says ‘impossible’ he doesn’t mean camel-through-the-eye-of-a -needle impossible.
He instead means that the rich getting into heaven is more like threading a mariner’s rope through the eye of a needle.
See, that’s more comforting right? Not really?
If nothing else, we can seek solace in the fact that Jesus didn’t say this to everyone.
Jesus didn’t tell his 12 disciples to sell everything and give it to the poor. Sure they dropped fishing nets and left boats behind in the water and walked away from homes and, presumably, families inside them.
But Jesus didn’t tell them they had to or heaven was null and void.
And when a lawyer- who definitely wasn’t poor- asks Jesus this very same question about eternal life, the lawyer doesn’t get an impossible image of a camel squeezing through a needle.
He gets a story about a Good Samaritan.
And the woman at the well, when she asks Jesus about eternal life, Jesus doesn’t tell her ‘Go and give away everything for the poor.’
Jesus tells her ‘Go and sin no more.’
So before you get all worked up about this Gospel passage, just remember that Jesus doesn’t say this to everyone. Jesus doesn’t pull the camel-through-the-eye-of-a-needle comparison for everyone. He doesn’t say salvation is impossible for everyone.
He just says it to the rich, about the rich.
So as long as we’re not rich, we’re in the clear.
We can love our neighbor as ourself. We can go and sin no more.
We don’t have to worry that our salvation is impossible.
But how do you know?
If you’re rich?
After all, rich people are notoriously adept at deluding themselves.
In study after study, sociologists have shown how rich people seldom think of themselves as rich. Hardly ever.
It’s always the person above them, in front of them, who has and makes more who’s wealthy. Not them.
Rich people rarely think of themselves as rich.
Even if we were rich, chances are we wouldn’t think we were. So how do you know?
A few years ago, Money Magazine surveyed its readers and asked them how much they would need in liquid assets to consider themselves wealthy.
Guess how much? 5 million dollars.
That seems a little high to me.
But here’s the thing-
When it comes to wealth, we don’t need to agree on tax brackets or net worth.
We don’t need to debate exact amounts or dollar figures because we can easily identify a rich based on some very specific behaviors.
Some ‘you might be a rich person if’ behaviors.
Because rich people have so much money they do some crazy, strange things that are easy to point out.
For example, one of the things rich people do is called ‘upgrade.’
Maybe you’ve read about it. It’s when a rich person has something that works, perfectly, and then they go out and get another just like it, only a litter newer.
And then they have 2.
Like I said, we don’t have to agree on net worth because we can I.D. rich people by the crazy things they do they have so much money.
Don’t believe me?
Listen to this:
Rich people will go into a kitchen, a kitchen with countertops, a microwave and an oven, and guess what they’ll do
They’ll rip it all out.
And then…they’ll replace it.
With countertops, a microwave and an oven.
You’re smiling because it’s crazy right?
That’s why we don’t need to agree on how much money makes a person rich because we can identify a rich person based on what they do.
Some rich people I know, they’ll go to the mall and they’ll wait in line outside the Apple Store, and let me tell you rich people hate waiting in line.
But they’ll wait in line at the Apple Store for an hour, 2 hours, 3 hours. And while they wait, they’ll pull out their iPhone and they’ll post on Facebook: ‘At the Apple Store, waiting to get my new iPhone.’
Rich people do such strange things they make themselves obvious.
Something else rich people do- maybe you’ve heard about this before.
They’ll open up a refrigerator filled with food, and they’ll look inside and then they’ll say the craziest thing: ‘There’s nothing to eat.’
I know rich people who will do the same thing in front of their closet.
They’ll stand in front of a closet full of clothes and they’ll say: ‘I’ve got nothing to wear.’
And the truth is, they’ve got work clothes, workout clothes, afterwork clothes and work in the yard clothes.
It’s ridiculous I know.
Don’t say anything, but I know this one rich woman. She’s got like 13, 14 pairs of shoes and she’s always on the lookout for another.
What could you possible do with 14 pairs of shoes? That’s like half of February.
You see, we don’t need to peek inside a person’s portfolio to know if they’re rich. Their behaviors are so easy to spot.
Rich people have so much stuff they’ll gather up stuff they don’t use- it all works fine- and they’ll give it away.
They’ll give it away.
And then, they’ll feel good about themselves for giving away stuff they don’t need in order to create more space in their house so they can go get more stuff.
I’m telling you, rich people do the craziest things.
But it’s not just the crazy things that make a rich person easy to identify.
How many of you know someone who owns a car? Any kind of car?
Only 8% of the world has a car. 92% of the people in the world would look at that person with the car and think ‘rich.’
How many of you know someone who has some way to drink a glass of clean water?
Because 1 billion people in the world would look at that glass of water like it was gold and lick their lips and think ‘rich.’
How much change do you have on you? Right now in your pockets?
Over a billion people live on less than a dollar a day. I won’t tell the IRS but congratulations, you’re rich.
How many of you know someone who will eat something today?
Because half a billion kids won’t.
This girl on the back of your bulletin.
I’ve been to her home at least 3 times. Fact is, I can tell you for sure that my garbage disposal eats better than she does.
When surveyed, the readers of Money Magazine said they’d need 5 million dollars in liquid to consider themselves rich.
The truth is- if you have a combined household income of $45,000 you’re in the top 1% of wage earners in the world.
And I know, the way wealth works, you probably don’t think of yourself as rich.
I know, most of you, in this part of the world, in our part of the world, you’re not considered rich. But don’t forget Jesus was a homeless dude and probably wouldn’t find that a very persuasive argument.
It’s a dangerous thing when we think our world is the world.
It’s dangerous because we might read right on past a passage like today’s and not even realize that Jesus just said our salvation is impossible.
The rich man asks Jesus what he must do to inherit eternal life and Jesus answers by reciting the 10 Commandments: don’t murder, don’t commit adultery, don’t don’t steal, don’t lie, don’t covet or cheat or dishonor.
Jesus doesn’t rattle off all 10 of the Commandments.
Jesus leaves off the first 2, the 2 most important ones, the 2 of which the other 8 are only subsets:
I am the Lord your God.
You shall worship no other gods but God.
‘I’ve done all that; I’ve kept those commandments’ the rich man says.
And Jesus parries:
There is one more thing- what about the first 2 commandments? How are you with those?
Only Jesus doesn’t phrase it that way.
He asks it in an object lesson instead.
Go sell all your stuff. Put it on Ebay and Craigslist. Auction it off.
Take the money- I don’t want your money- give it to the poor.
Get rid of everything you have so that you just have me.
Get rid of all you treasure and you can have me, your homeless God, as your greatest treasure.
How does that sound?
Mark says the rich man walked away, ‘grieving.’
And that word in Greek (aganakteo) it’s the same exact word that Mark uses to describe another rich, young ruler in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before he gives everything away, when Jesus weeps and sweats blood because he’s losing the most precious thing he has: the presence of God the Father.
Mark says the rich man ‘grieves’ thinking about losing his god.
As the rich man walks away, Jesus says ‘Huh, rich people…their salvation is impossible.’
I know enough rich people to know that that rich man- he probably heard that as bad news.
It just goes to show how money can make it hard to hear the Gospel.
Because it’s not bad news.
Let’s be honest, rich people like us- we’re such sinners. Our hearts have so many idols, money is only the primary one. Our values and priorities are so compromised . We’ve hurt so many people in our lives and messed up our own lives in so many ways.
It would take a completely impossible miracle to save rich people like us.
I mean, it would be as likely as a rich man willing making himself poor. Not going to happen.
Our salvation is as unlikely as a King stepping down off his throne to become a slave. What are the odds?
It would be like someone paying an incredible debt that someone else racked up. There comes a price point where no one would ever do that.
It would like an innocent man laying down his life not for his friends or his family or his country but for a guilty man. What are the chances of that happening?
Our salvation IS an impossibility!
It’s like hell freezing over. It’s like pigs flying.
It’s like a dead man coming back from the grave.
It’s like a camel going through the eye of a needle.
Thanks be to God.
The only people who are saved are the ones who realize that their salvation is an impossible miracle.
An act of God.
A gift I don’t deserve and could never purchase.
Something that was bought at great cost but has been freely given…to me.
Once that Gospel transforms your heart, once it becomes your treasure, once it becomes the most precious identity-forming thing in your life, it changes everything.
Once the Gospel transforms your heart, you realize that asking the question ‘How much do I have to give?’ or ‘What percentage do I have to give?’ misses the point completely.
Because it’s not about obligation.
You should want to give all that you can because Jesus Christ gave it all away for you.
Even putting the question that way: ‘How much do I have to give?’ is a good indication that you haven’t experienced the Gospel yet.
You might be a religious person; you’re just not a Christian.
That’s why, for example, it never works out when people say ‘I’ll give more once I make this much money, once I’m at this stage in my career, once the kids are gone, once this bill is paid off.’
Odds are, you won’t.
Because it’s not a money issue. It’s a God issue. It’s a Gospel issue.
Statistically, the more money a person makes the less they give as a percentage of their income.
Because the more stuff you have, one, single gift doesn’t seem quite as important does it? The more provisions you have, the less you need a Provider.
It’s not a money issue. It’s a Gospel issue.
It’s not about asking how much you have to give.
It’s about having your attitude about money- and everything else- shaped by the Cross.
It’s not about percentages or pocket change.
It’s about giving and living sacrificially.
And by definition, giving and living sacrificially means it hurts. It’s uncomfortable. It’s costs something. It’s not easy. It strains you.
Look, full disclosure: you pay my salary.
So if you want to chalk this up to a self-serving, fundraising sermon, fine.
Don’t give your money to the Church.
Give it to Lupe to use in Guatemala.
But give until it hurts.
Give until it hurts because it’s NOT ABOUT MONEY.
Jesus didn’t want the rich man’s money, and God doesn’t want yours.
God wants your heart. He already paid a lot for it.
God wants your heart.
And God wants your heart to be shaped like his.
And if the preaching of Jesus, again and again and again, is any indication:
Nothing competes more for your heart than money.
Nothing competes more for your love of Christ than the pursuit and management of wealth.
Nothing works against you following Christ fully, you maturing in your faith, you surrendering everything you are to Christ, you making yourself available to Christ’s call upon your life- nothing works against you following Christ more than the pursuit and management of a lifestyle.
Nothing competes more for our hearts than money.
So it’s always good to find out where our heart is, whose our heart is.
Now I’m not going to test you like Jesus did and challenge you to sell everything you got and give it away.
Because actually, you can find out where your heart is without all that trouble.
You just have to think about this one question and answer to yourself honestly.
Which reality, if it were true, would cause you greater anxiety, distress and fear:
There is no God. Your sins haven’t been forgiven, but that’s okay because there is no heaven and after you die you won’t be with God or any of your loved ones.
You have no money.
Which reality, if it were true, would cause you greater anxiety, distress and fear: there is no God or you have no money?
Where your answer is, there lies your heart.
* ‘rich’ anecdotes and closing question owed to Andy Stanley.
Penelope Norton is a former youth, now friend, who interns with our partner Highland Support Project in Guatemala. This is from her blog, an important reflection on how culture objectifies women. As Penelope points out, we’re kidding ourselves if we don’t think machismo attitudes don’t play themselves out in a variety of societal ways; we’re kidding ourselves too if we think our own culture is immune to such abuse.
It didn’t hurt, but I could still feel where his hand had landed harshly on my backside. For several hours after I could feel the outline of every finger not due to pain, but because of how gross I felt. Thinking back to the few moments before it had happened it all made sense. I was waiting at the only light there is on my 15 minute walk to work. When it turned green I proceeded to walk across the street and as a couple was about to cross my path I slowed down. They were looking at me for what seemed like more than the average amount of time. I only seemed to notice it looking back on the scene. As I slowed, out of my peripherals I noticed a boy oddly close to me and once I slowed he veered away from me and down the street I was crossing. A block later I heard hurried foot steps behind me and then a firm smack. I immediately wheeled around amidst a stream of curses (I’m embarrassed to say)and by the time I had made a one/eighty to face my accoster he was already scuttling away and had made it at least 5 feet. The maybe 17 year old boy in a school uniform, the same boy from the block before, was retreating as fast as he had come on.
I had known it would be coming. If I had read into the events that happened right before the slap that was heard through Xela (not really); the couple watching him follow closely behind me, me turning on him right before he had planned to slap me while I was crossing the street I would have realized it was coming. I have been here four months and I’m honestly surprised it hadn’t happened earlier. There are many American, European, and Canadian women in Xela working for non-profits or here to go to Spanish school. We stick out like soar thumbs and due to our light skin, blue eyes, and golden hair we’re targeted. We’re new, exciting, something men here don’t see everyday. We’re something to brag about, “I touched agringa‘s ass today!” I have made many girlfriends here and they all have the same story to tell, all seeming to have the same reaction, dumb-founded stairs, silence, and sometimes even tears. I had mentally prepared myself for this moment, for when it was my turn. I had decided from the beginning that I could not stare dumbly. I told myself from very early on, “Penelope, you will take every precaution to be safe here, but something like being slapped, pinched, or grabbed will happen to you. You can either let it happen or you can do something about it.” I had given myself this pep-talk every time I had heard one of my girl-friend’s most recent stories.
Within my family I am known for my “take-no-prisoners” mentality and I hope it never fades. I was mentally ready. I turned around ready to do I don’t know what, but found him already several feet away. Metal water bottle in one hand and tupperware container full of my breakfast (yogurt and fruit) in the other. With him already out of arms reach, making it unable to grab him by the collar and shake him I did all I could and chucked my breakfast at him. Store owners watching. The boy’s eyes widened and I think he was literally dumb-founded. Unfortunately missing, my rage had not given me the clarity to aim (you can be sure something I will be practicing) and the unusual weight and balance to the tupperware throwing me off. He kept retreating and I proceeded to walk after him, metal water bottle raised yelling at him the whole way till he was in full sprint and around the corner. I am sure this was not his first rodeo, but I am confident that this was the first time he had ever received this sort of reaction. Ashamed and embarrassed of what he had just done to me I went and retrieved my breakfast which had luckily not broken open, but was lying sadly in a dirty puddle.
I think about all the women that are sexually accosted on a much greater level. How, what happened to me was really just child’s play, but still made me feel disgusting and low. Why is that women are the ones that feel embarrassed after something like this happens? We did nothing wrong!
Guatemala lives under macho rule. Women don’t have much to any say, constantly belittled, daughters don’t usually receive the same treatment as sons, wives don’t find themselves partners in their marriage, but just an object conquered; expected to clean, cook, and bear children. Within this macho culture women are raised to be passive and to obey men. Women are constantly berated with more than your average cat call (a simple whistle just won’t cut it); heads hanging out of windows, targets of obscene sexual comments, and as I have experienced being touched inappropriately and without permission. This is normal. Sometimes I feel like the women have bought into it here, but really its all they know.
I only hear the stories of the other Western women that are here as I don’t have many opportunity to have these conversations with Guatemalan women. I assume that they have similar and worse stories. In reality, us “white girls” have a little protection. If a Guatemalan women is touched, raped, goes missing its rare for justice to be served. There is little weight put on their lives. Heads would role if this happened to a “white girl”. They rather not go through the trouble.
In Mayan culture God is made up of both feminine and masculine energy. When Mayan priests begin their prayers they first recognize the feminine energy, second the masculine. It was with the invasion of the Spanish and the male dominated culture they brought with them that the traditional gender role views slowly began to shift. While Mayan culture’s appreciation of both female and male energies equally remains it suffered a greater blow. Guatemala has been heavily wounded by violence. The civil war left deep scars and Guatemalan women are especially exposed. In Guatemala more women (per capita) are murdered than anywhere else in the world (2009), and the murders, the so-called “femicidios”, are characterized by raw brutality and hatred towards women. Women find themselves the punching bags to drunk, stressed, depressed men.
While the appreciation for women within Mayan culture has suffered it is still a breath of fresh air to get out of town and walk through the dirt paths of the Mayan communities.
The need for education is great. The need for a rise in women’s self-esteem is desperate. We work every day through women circle meetings to praise women. Teach them their not worthless. They are more than a body who’s soul purpose is reproduction. I am proud of our work in the communities. We have seen differences in pride and self-esteem which will in turn change the view of how things should be in the home and the rest of the community.
Things are changing, but not fast enough and not on a large enough scale. Never the less I am proud of the progress we are making.
*For family and friends that read my blog I want you to know that I am not in danger. I am extremely careful. I walk no where on my own after dark. When I notice men on the sidewalk I move to the street and visa versa. I am very aware of my surroundings. If anything this experience has strengthened my vigilance. Please do not be worried. I promise I am more than alright.
Last July, a mission team from my church raised the funds and constructed a kitchen for an elementary school in the mountain village of Chikisis, Guatemala. Previously, women cooked lunch for the children over an open fire indoors. To add to the ill health from the smoke, for many of the children in Chikisis this is the only or the only nutritious meal of their day.
This July we started a multiyear sanitation project in a neighboring village, but before we left we hiked up to Chikisis to check out the finished kitchen. Thank you to all of you whose generosity makes projects like this transformative in others’ lives.