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17 October 2012

Exegesis of 1 Corinthians 7:25-35, Paul on Marriage


Now concerning virgins I have no command of the Lord, but I give an opinion as one who by the mercy of the Lord is trustworthy. I think then that this is good in view of the present distress, that it is good for a man to remain as he is. Are you bound to a wife? Do not seek to be released. Are you released from a wife? Do not seek a wife. But if you marry, you have not sinned; and if a virgin marries, she has not sinned. Yet such will have trouble in this life, and I am trying to spare you. But this I say, brethren, the time has been shortened, so that from now on those who have wives should be as though they had none; and those who weep, as though they did not weep; and those who rejoice, as though they did not rejoice; and those who buy, as though they did not possess; and those who use the world, as though they did not make full use of it; for the form of this world is passing away. But I want you to be free from concern. One who is unmarried is concerned about the things of the Lord, how he may please the Lord; but one who is married is concerned about the things of the world, how he may please his wife, and his interests are divided. The woman who is unmarried, and the virgin, is concerned about the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and spirit; but one who is married is concerned about the things of the world, how she may please her husband. This I say for your own benefit; not to put a restraint upon you, but to promote what is appropriate and to secure undistracted devotion to the Lord.
 - 1 Corinthians 7:25-35


Introduction
            In deciphering scripture, there are many issues that one needs to consider. The tendency in reading scripture is for one to read our own agenda into the text without letting it truly speak to us. Often when this happens, scripture becomes the cause for division and manipulation. In the case of this scripture from 1 Corinthians 7:25-35 that is under exegesis, much has been said about whether marriage should be a qualifier for one to be in ministry. Each difference in opinion has caused the division in the church to fracture a little bit more. If Paul were the author of this letter, and he preached so much about unity in the community, could it possibly have been his intent for his letter to cause division? Here we will examine this text more closely.
Literary Criticism
            With regards to authorship, scholars seem to come to a general agreement that this first letter to the Corinthians is Pauline. Both Jerome Murphy-O’Conner and Joseph Fitzmyer interprets the Lucan account to be the main source of credibility that Paul did actually travel to Corinth.[1] However, Murphy-O’Conner goes on to say that:
Luke gives the impression that he arrived more or less on the heels of Aquila and Prisclla, he arrived more or less on the heels of Aquila and Priscilla, who had ‘recently’ come from Italy as a result of the edict of Claudius (Acts 18:1-2). Thus, Paul would have arrived not long after A.D. 41. Unfortunately, things cannot be as simple as this.

He argues that it is on his second missionary journey that Paul arrived in Corinth. In holding the Lucan account and placing Paul’s other letters on a chronological timeline, we arrive at the conclusion that Paul probably left Corinth sometime in A.D. 51.[2]
Murphy-O’Conner writes that “Paul returned to Ephesus in mid to late summer AD 52. He stayed there for two years and three months (Acts 19:8-10), during which he probably wrote letters to Galatia, Philippi, Colossae, Philemon, and Corinth.”[3] Murphy-O’Conner, Bruce J. Malina and John J. Pilch all agree that 1 Corinthians is not actually the first letter that Paul wrote to the Corinths, as Paul does make a reference to a previous letter in 1 Corinthians 5:9.[4] Murphy-O’Conner writes that the first letter was actually lost. These three scholars maintain that because of the reference to a previous letter, it sets it up that Paul “was already situated in a well-set-up information exchange relation.”[5] Murphy-O’Conner writes that
The circumstances surrounding the writing of 1 Corinthians are much more complex, and go a long way to explaining the number of subjects dealt with in what is easily the most dialogical of all Paul’s letters . . . Paul had three sources of information regarding the situation at Corinth – Chloe’s people, the delegation, and the letter. Together these revealed two sets of problems, to which Paul responds in different ways.[6]

Form Criticism
            Malina and Pilch suggest that the book of 1 Corinthians can actually be divided into two sections. They write that
In the first part of the letter, Paul responds to the information brought by Chloe’s people . . . In the second part covering questions put in the letter sent by some Corinthians, Paul deals with their concerns about having children (7:1ff), arranging marriage (7:25ff), eating foods set before images (8:1ff), and gifts of the Spirit (12:1ff); about his own idea of a collection for Jerusalem (16:1ff); and about Apollos (16:12).[7]

Ben Witherington III seems to agree with this analysis of the text. He writes that “[Paul] is convinced that even social problems have theological roots and ethical implications . . . He must show the future good of allowing love to govern how, when, and whether one expresses one’s freedom, knowledge, and gifts . . . Paul structures his discourse to achieve these aims.”[8] He gives the suggestion that this chapter under exegesis falls under the section probatio, which includes arguments concerning marriage and singleness amongst other topics. He writes that “The probatio was the heart of a rhetorical speech or letter and included the principal arguments used to persuade the audience.”[9]
Textual Criticism
            To gain as close of an unbiased understanding of this text as we can, we need to examine the text more closely, especially with regards to the use of words such as “virgin” and “unmarried.”
            Fitzmyer offers that the noun parthenos could have been in reference to a girl without experience of a man, or who has not been given to a man. He writes that
Elsewhere in the NT it denotes (14 times) a chaste marriageable girl (except Rev 14:4, where it is figurative: parthenoi, those who have not defiled themselves with idolatory) . . . Here, however, parthenoi has to be understood as masc. as well as fem., because v. 26 extends its connotation to anthropos, “human being,” and v. 32 applies it to masc. ho agamos. For this reason, the RSV, REB render it “the unmarried.” The translation “betrothed” (ESV, Hurley, “To Marry,” 16; Elliot, “Paul’s Teaching”) is tendentious and wrong; and parthenoi, as “widow(er)s married only once” (Ford, “Levirte Marriage,” 362) is bizarre. The noun occurs elsewhere in the Pauline corpus only in 2 Cor 11:2.[10]

Richard Horsley however, offers that “Traditionally, because of the reference to “his virgin” (NRSV: fiancée) in verse 36 and the verb “cause to marry” in verse 38, the passage has been understood as addressed to fathers about their virgin daughters.”[11] Gordon Fee seems to agree with this translation. He writes that “Of the various options for the meaning of “virgins,” that seems most probable which sees Paul as speaking to some who are betrothed and are now questioning whether to go through with their marriages.”[12] If we hold that Paul was writing this letter to address the issues raised by the Corinthian church, then the argument presented by Horsley and Fee would probably hold more water.
Fee goes on to address the use of the word “being loosed” that presents some difficulty to work with. It is often assumed that in this case, Paul is referring to divorce. However, Fee raises the question that “If Paul had intended divorce, therefore, why did he use this strange noun?”[13] He writes that “The clue lies with the word “loosed,” which is found throughout the papyri as a technical term for discharging someone from the obligations of a contract . . . If the view is correct, then [the reference here would be] in particular to those who are already under obligation to one another.”[14] Fitzmyer agrees with this argument. He writes that “The perf. Lelysai might seem to mean, “have you been loosed from a wife,” i.e., by death or divorce. The NEB understands it of one whose marriage has “been dissolved.” In view of the preceding question, however, it must mean, “Have you been free of any bond to a wife?” . . . In saying this, Paul is not speaking against marriage as such.”[15]
Another part of this text that needs to be examined are the words “free of concern.” Fitzmyer writes that “Paul is expressing his pastoral care by providing guidance to the celibate male, and is undoubtedly using a notion often associated with marriage in Stoic writings . . . Paul makes this assertion about an unmarried man in the context of an exhortation in favor of virginity. What he thus asserts is intended as a recommendation to consider the appropriateness of “pleasing the Lord” in a celibate way of life.”[16] Fee offers here that
The words “to be free from concern” translate the infinitive “to be” and the adjective “without anxiety” (amerimnous). They have to do with a state of being, not with “cares” as such . . . Paul’s concern most likely still has to do with living in the present age as an eschatological person. That is, because life is determined by one’s new existence in Christ (already but not yet, with the “not yet” clearly in view), the believer should be free from the anxiety-ridden existence of those who are determined by the world in its present form . . . These things do not determine one’s existence; the clear vision of the future does.[17]

Redaction Criticism
            Because of the nature of this text being a specific letter addressing specific issues to the Corinthian church, there is little that can be said about the redaction of this text. However, we do find that this issue of the “present distress” that Paul talks about in verse 26 is also discussed in Luke 21:23.
The passage in Luke makes reference to a time of great distress in the land. However, the tone in this text seems to indicate more of an empathetic tone toward those who are suffering than one of reprimanding for the fate that they found themselves in. If anything, it seems to suggest that Paul might have suggested the Corinthian church remained as they were because in a time of great distress, a change from the status quo might bring trouble, similar to the reference made in the Lucan text.
Another portion of scripture that seems to reflect what Paul is saying in verse 26 about a man remaining as he is can be found in verse 8 where he encourages the unmarried and the widowed to remain as he was. However, it is difficult to interpret what he might have really meant in that text. Murphy-O’Conner suggests that, “When Paul wrote 1 Corinthians he was single. His formulation, however, draws attention to a latent ambiguity.”[18] He also raises the point that we cannot make the conclusion that Paul remained single his whole life based on one verse found in one of his letters.[19] This again points us back to the fact that Paul wrote this letter specifically to the Corinthians, addressing the specific issues that they had asked him.
Source Criticism
That Paul begins this part of the letter with “Now concerning virgins I have no command of the Lord, but I give an opinion as one who by the mercy of the Lord is trustworthy,” seems to indicate that he could not address this issue directly based on his knowledge of the Law. Peter Tomson offers that when we approach this passage, we have to recognize Paul’s authority as a Jewish religious teacher in his “previous life.”[20]
Witherington makes the suggestion that “Throughout this letter Paul tries to inculcate in the Corinthians a sense of what it means to live in the eschatological age . . . For Paul, the one thing of eternal significance that humans can do in this world is serve the Lord, proclaiming the good news of eternal salvation available through the crucified Messiah Jesus.”[21] If we hold this argument to be true, then perhaps we can assume that Paul wrote this section of his letter based solely on his authority as an apostle of Christ, “one who by the mercy of the Lord is trustworthy.”
Socio-Historical Criticism
            Witherington writes that “Often the study of passages like 1 Corinthians 7 has been attempted without consideration of the character and conduct of Roman marriage and family life. Such background study might help to explain why the Corinthians were acting as they were and why they were making statements like “It is good for a man not to ‘touch’ a woman.””[22]
Malina and Pilch offer that “The principle behind [Paul’s answers] are consistently the same: our present living is hemmed in by coercive conditions . . . The theme here is anxieties that come from family life. Given the shortness of time before the Lord’s coming, it seemed better, in terms of orderly and devoted living, to bypass family problems.”[23]
In his book, “Paul on Marriage and Celibacy,” Will Deming offers that there may have been a reason for Paul’s approach to celibacy. He writes that “An option pursued by a number of other scholars posits an ascetic theology among the Christians that arose from their confusion over Paul’s teachings on holiness and eschatology. As Johannes Weiss explains, these “earnest, fearful, unfree souls” were frightened by the Apostle’s condemnation of sexual sins, such as one finds in 1 Corinthians 6, and by the nearness of the End.”[24]
However, we still need to understand what is going on in the Roman world during this time to truly understand what it is that Paul is speaking to in this passage. Witherington offers several ways in which we can look at this. He writes that
First, while moderns tend to view a home as a haven or refuge from public life, the demarcation between public and private life was by no means as strong in antiquity . . . Whether because of work or because of arranged marriages, Romans frequently looked outside the home for pleasure and for much else that we would associate with home and family . . . A good deal of this background information comes into play in 1 Corinthians 7 because of the household setting of the ekklesia, which meant that sexuality and sex roles . . . represented an area Christians themselves could influence and control, whereas the public world was outside their control.[25]

Also, advocating that singleness was better than marriage was a view that would probably have been frowned upon by the Roman Corinthains. Witherington writes that “Some emperors, especially Augustus, had done all they could to encourage Romans to marry and have many children. Augustus even put into law penalties on women who remained unmarried too long after being widowed.”[26]
            At the same time, there was also much debate between the Stoics and the Cynics about the issue of marriage. Deming writes that “The starting point for this “Stoic-Cynic marriage debate” . . . was the recognition of a basic datum of free Greek society: marriage involved a man in weighty responsibilities . . . The effect was cumulative: marriage was the equivalent of leaving the freedom of one’s bachelor days behind and beginning the settled life of a responsible citizen with all its cares and concerns.”[27] One of these concerns was the issue of having children, as this was synonymous to being married in the eyes of both Stoics and Cynics. Deming goes on to write that “The basic question they asked was: Should the intelligent, informed, morally upright person take on such responsibility?”[28]
            The Stoics did not evaluate marriage as an entity in itself, but “as an important component in a larger system of morality. The act of marrying was a sign of allegiance to a higher metaphysical order.”[29] The Cynics, on the other hand, saw freedom to be more important than anything else. Deming writes that “the Cynic idea of freedom necessarily also included freedom from the responsibilities of conventional existence: “from all care about food, clothing, house, home, marriage . . . For this reason they resolutely excluded marriage from their sphere of moral concern.”[30]
            These were the arguments both for and against marriage during the time that Paul wrote this letter to the Corinths. However, Deming also presents that “In 7.26 Paul speaks of what is “good for a man”, an expression he uses in 7.1, and for which we have analogies in Stoic authors. In contrast to 7.1, however, where Paul follows this phrase with a Cynic-like judgment on marriage, here he states explicitly that he is giving his own advice as one who has been shown mercy by the Lord.”[31]
Witherington seems to agree with this argument. He writes that “He urges the Corinthian Christians to do what is for their benefit (v. 35), that is, what allows couples to be united and individuals to be sure of what their marital status ought to be.”[32] He also says that Paul is not merely being socially conservative “in the interest of the ekklesia’s survival.”[33] Murphy-O’Conner makes the same argument in this. He writes that
Paul applies a very coherent set of principles to the solution of these problems. (1) God’s call comes to people in all walks of life. Hence one’s social status essentially irrelevant. In particular, celibacy is not intrinsically better than marriage (verse 7). Thus in itself no social change will raise one in God’s estimation. (2) A change of status may be initiated in order to compensate for human weakness . . . (3) A forced change of status should be accepted.[34]

Praxis
            In examining what Paul really thought about community and life in the church, it is hardly surprising that even in this text in 1 Corinthians, we come to the conclusion that essentially, whatever labels or structures that society may try to impose on us really does not matter. We may not always come to the same conclusion about everything concerning lifestyle habits, but we are essentially just “everyday people” trying to live “everyday lives.” As Paul himself concludes in this passage, “This I say for your own benefit; not to put a restraint upon you, but to promote what is appropriate and to secure undistracted devotion to the Lord.” (1 Cor. 7:35).
Everyday People

Sometimes I'm right, but I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the baker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people
Yeah, yeah

There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on, and so on and scooby-dooby-doo
Ooh, sha, sha
We got to live together

I am no better, and neither are you
We are the same, whatever we do
You love me, you hate me, you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag I'm in
I am everyday people
Yeah, yeah

There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
For being such a rich one that will not help the poor one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby-dooby-doo
Ooh, sha, sha
We got to live together

There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on, and so on and scooby-dooby-doo
Ooh, sha, sha
I am everyday people

           
Bibliography

Dunn, James D.G., Editor. Paul and the Mosaic Law. Grand Rapids, MI: William B Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1994.

Dunn, James D.G., Editor. The Cambridge Companion to St. Paul. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2003.

Fee, Gordon D. The First Epistle to the Corinthians. Grand Rapids, MI: William B Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1987.

Fitzmyer, Joseph. First Corinthians: A New Translation with Introduction and Commentary, vol. 32 from the Anchor Yale Bible. New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 2008.

Horsley, Richard A. 1 Corinthians from Abingdon New Testament Commentaries Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1998.

Murphy-O’Conner, Jerome. Paul: A Critical Life New York: Oxford University Press, 1996.

Murphy-O’Conner, Jerome. St Paul’s Corinth: Texts and Archaeology, vol. 6 from Good News Studies. Wilmington, DE: Michael Glazier, Inc., 1983.

Malina, Bruce J. and John J. Pilch. Social Science Commentary on the Letters of Paul. Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2006.

Witherington III, Ben. Conflict & Community in Corinth: A Socio-Rhetorical Commentary on 1 and 2 Corinthians. Grand Rapids, MI: William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1995.


[1] Joseph Fitzmyer, First Corinthians: a new translation with introduction and commentary, vol. 32 from the Anchor Yale Bible (New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 2008), 37; Jerome Murphy-O’Conner, St Paul’s Corinth: Texts and Archaeology, vol. 6 from Good News Studies (Wilmington, DE: Michael Glazier, Inc., 1983), 130.
[2] Murphy-O’Conner, St Paul’s Corinth, 139-140.  For the purpose of this paper, we will not go into an extensive discussion of when the letter to the Corinthians might have been written. Various texts, including the Cambridge Companion to St. Paul and Social Science Commentary on the Letters of Paul  seem to either point to Murphy-O’Conner as the authority on Paul, or make the general assumption that Paul is indeed the author of the letters to the Corinthians. Murphy-O’Conner’s in-depth discussion of dating 1 Corinthians in this book.
[3] James D. G. Dunn, eds., The Cambridge Companion to St Paul (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2003), 75.
[4] Ibid.
[5] Bruce J. Malina and John J. Pilch, Social-Science Commentary on the Letters of Paul (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2006), 59.
[6] Dunn, 75-76.
[7] Malina, 59.
[8] Ben Witherington III, Conflict & Community in Corinth: A Socio-Rhetorical Commentary on 1 and 2 Corinthians (Grand Rapids, MI: William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1995), 73.
[9] Ibid., 76.
[10] Fitzmyer, 314.
[11] Richard A. Horsley, 1 Corinthians from Abingdon New Testament Commentaries (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1998), 104.
[12] Gordon D Fee, The First Epistle to the Corinthians (Grand Rapids, MI: William B Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1987), 323.
[13] Ibid., 331.
[14] Ibid., 332.
[15] Fitzmyer, 316.
[16] Ibid., 318-319.
[17] Fee, 342-343.
[18] Jerome Murphy-O’Conner, Paul: A Critical Life (New York: Oxford University Press, 1996), 62.
[19] Ibid., 62-63.
[20] James D. G. Dunn, eds., Paul and the Mosaic Law (Grand Rapids, MI: William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1994), 255.
[21] Witherington, 179.
[22] Witherington, 170.
[23] Malina, 90.
[24] Will Deming, Paul on Marriage and Celibacy: The Hellenistic Background of 1 Corinthians 7 (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1995) 16.
[25] Witherington, 172-173.
[26] Witherington, 174.
[27] Deming, 52.
[28] Ibid., 54.
[29] Ibid., 57.
[30] Ibid., 61.
[31] Ibid., 173.
[32] Witherington, 174.
[33] Ibid.
[34] Dunn, 78.
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06 October 2012

The Nine-Year-Old Dream

It started about nine years ago. I was still in high school the day I came home and barely even had time to put my school stuff away when Mum came and hurried me off to bed.

"Get some sleep. You're leaving to study overseas tomorrow," were her words.
"But where? And what about my stuff? Is it packed? What about goodbyes? And don't I get a say in this?" The thoughts in my head flew.
"Don't worry about it; everything's taken care of. Just make sure you get some sleep since you're flying off tomorrow."

The next thing I knew, I was crossing the overhead bridge that would take me to the train station closest to school. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I had some errands to run before I caught the plane. Halfway down the steps leading to the train station, I saw her. Auntie Audrey went to our church. We weren't related, but in Singapore, everybody who's in your parents' generation or older is an auntie or an uncle. I knew Auntie Audrey only as Mum's friend, so of course I was surprised she had come to see me off--and at the overhead bridge close to school, no less. I wasn't supposed to take the train home from school because it costs more than taking the bus, but it was what I did to spend that little bit of extra time with my friends who caught the train (Mum never found out, or at least, I hope she never did). I wondered why she was there, but she didn't say anything except to drop a few coins in my hand. I remembered looking at the coins trying to figure out what currency they were, and if they were for the right country I was going to even though I still had no clue where exactly I was going to study.

And before I knew it, I was at the departure gate at the airport. I remembered feeling sad it would be a while before I would get to see the plants at the escalators leading up to the second floor of Terminal 2 of Changi Airport. And then I saw the girls. They were all there to see me off. I didn't remember who exactly was there, but I knew it was that collective group of girls--all of them except Hui Ting. I was upset that she wasn't there, but I understood she probably felt awkward being around the rest of the girls since we had all just gotten into a massive fight about something stupid the day before. We all knew it was stupid, but nobody wanted to admit it. When finally she showed up, she was in tears.

And then I woke up.

That dream happened one night in 2003--the night after that massive fight with the TK girls over something completely stupid that I don't even remember the details of, except that Hui Ting left completely upset. That was the only detail of the dream I could explain at the time, but I remembered being very bothered by it. I told the girls about it. No one had an explanation, but someone did offer the suggestion that bridges sometimes symbolise death. I did not even know Anderson University existed at this point, and had assumed I was going to drift along with the rest of the girls and probably continue life in Singapore as I knew it. So the dream kinda got brushed aside, even though it would still nag at me from time to time.

Months flew by. I started going out with this incredible guy who was the first Christian I had in my circle of friends outside of church. We were best friends at the time, and were going to get married someday. Life was going to continue the way it was, and I was going to become a music teacher.

December 2003 saw me filling out my application for Anderson University. They told me it could take up to at least a year before my application would be processed so I figured I had at least a year to prepare myself. Sam and I talked and cried and talked about how we were going to make the long-distance thing work. Four years will be over soon enough. I'll be back, we'll get married and be happy.

In May 2004, I flew to Anderson, Indiana with Mum for the first time to check out the campus. Mum wanted to know where she was leaving her daughter and make sure there were people looking out for her. We were there for a friend's graduation, and I found out then I had been accepted and could start in August that year. I came back to Singapore unsure of how to break the news to Sam. We talked and cried some more, and I started a countdown of when the four years would be over.

Barely a year later, "life as I knew it" was completely over. Sam and I broke up because the long-distance thing had become too difficult. We were no longer best friends, but simply people who reported to each other about how their week went. We were young, and didn't know how to fight. I was crushed because life wasn't what I had expected anymore. That dream in 2003 had now been tucked far, far away.

Fast forward to March 2010. I was getting ready to leave for my internship in Berlin, and still had a bit of fundraising to do. I had written to my home-church in Singapore, sharing about what I would be doing and asking if they would financially support me. Auntie Audrey wrote back within the week and said she had sent some money to Mum and that she would be praying for me. I still hadn't put the pieces together at the time, but I was grateful.

Fast forward again to August 2011. I was back in Singapore doing my final bit of fundraising and preparation to move to Auckland. Mum had planned for us to do a short getaway with Auntie Audrey to Penang, and she mentioned something about having made a small contribution each month in support of ministry in Auckland.

That was when everything finally clicked. Nine years later, the dream is finally making sense. The simple life I thought I was going to have is turning out way differently.

The unexpected move to Anderson...
Mum's role in all the transitions...
Auntie Audrey's kind but quiet gestures...
The unknown faces on the coins she dropped in my hands...

Sam got engaged recently, and I'm happy for him. We each have our own adventure to live that didn't quite turn out how we expected. But I think he would agree that where we are and what we each have now... This is so much better.

Oh, and the girls in the airport scene? We're still in touch on Whatsapp and laugh about the most stupid things in the middle of helping Li Si plan her wedding, trying to convince Bunz to be a little less food-obsessed, Juan to do something about her ridiculous work hours, and sympathizing with Ming Shu and her crazy students.

Coincidence? Perhaps.
I'd rather believe Someone intentionally wrote the story that way.
It makes me ever so much grateful for the little reminders each day of pieces of that dream, knowing that Someone's got my back. Nine incredible years of slowly weaving the pieces together? Who's to say it was done any differently before, or will be done differently after?
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01 October 2012

On Being Single in Ministry

Some time back, Hannah tweeted looking for writers who would be willing to share a few thoughts on being single in ministry. It was something I had been keen to write about, but never quite knew what approach to take, especially when it's a topic where I can easily come across as sassy or having a chip on my shoulder. So I told Hannah I would give it some thought and see what I come up with. Here goes...

It started about three or four years ago. "You know, the Bible does say that it's not good for man to be alone," they would say, when I try to explain that I have no time for romantic relationships. If we're about to count on the historical accuracy of the Creation story, then yes, Adam would have been the first and only man on earth at the time; of course he was alone (and if the Creation story isn't historically accurate, then, well, we don't even need to have this discussion). So God being a God of relationships created Eve; but we would be treading on dangerous territory if we were to assume that God was only concerned about eros in the Creation story.

So, allow me to respond with this: The girls that I laughed with eleven years ago when we were giggly, hormonal teenage girls, I still laugh with today. So thanks for worrying, but I'm not alone.

For most of my seminary career, I had a good mix of married, dating and single friends, and no one felt out of place. Even now, a year after I graduated, we still keep up with each other knowing the ministry life isn't easy, and that we all need the support we can get. Sometimes we wrestle with each other over things that come up in our individual ministry journey or some theological thought we came across. Other times it's just the occasional "meow" or hassling on Facebook. So thanks again for worrying, but no, I'm not alone.

I had/have incredible mentors who walked/are walking me through the seasons of doubt, darkness, and wrestling with faith, religion and all attached to them. They still check in from time to time to make sure I'm sane and spiritually healthy. So again, thanks, but... You get the point (hopefully).

Since I mostly live out of a two-suitcase mindset to be ready for the next stop in this globe-trotting adventure, the only thing I get to collect is people. So really, thanks, but... I'm pretty sure I'll never be alone. (And on my cheekier days, I add Éowyn's famous line, "I am no man.")

Remember all those Christian dating books we try to get our youth/teenagers to read? If you've never actually read any of those but are shoving them down someone else's throat, shame on you. Go pick one up and read it now. I don't entirely buy into many of these books, but anyone who has read a good one will tell you the biggest rule about "Christian dating" according to those books is that you have to accept that you are a whole being and embrace that. Looking for a relationship to make you feel whole isn't healthy. I may be way past my teenage years, but try telling me that isn't still true now and I'll ask you why you're asking youth/teenagers to read those books.

Besides, being single comes with a lot of freedom. I can pour myself into my job without worrying about someone else's schedule. Working with young families often mean working with the perks and quirks of last-minute-ness. Things get planned or cancelled at the last minute and having the freedom to come and go without interrupting someone else's schedule has been wonderful. And of course, there's the freedom of up-and-going as I please. Spend three months in Germany? Sure! Move to New Zealand? Oh, why not? Go to Timbuktu? Where do I sign up?

Easy-peasy.

And I've enjoyed watching myself be pushed out of my comfort zone simply because there isn't a someone else to depend on. Stuff like dealing with confrontation, or unplugging the toilet, or learning appropriate social boundaries and cultural etiquettes, or fighting with ants. And almost every cross-cultural worker has an embarrassing moment to share if they cut loose and are able to laugh at themselves rather than hide in a hole in fear of another boo-boo.I get to own all my embarrassing moments stories!

Being by myself (not alone--there's a difference) also forces me to go out and meet people. Which works really well with relationships being the most important part of my approach to ministry.

Then there are the perks of being the single, female "pastor" that everyone looks out for from time to time because she's "all alone in the world." They feed me, clothe me with hand-me-downs and nag at me when I fall sick while I try not to take advantage of them.

Of course, there are down-sides to being single in ministry, besides the occasional longing for an accomplice in these mad adventures.

A lot of times, folks don't take my being a pastor very seriously. It comes with the whole woman in ministry conversation that will have to be for another time. And she's not even married, so how could she possibly be a real pastor? The usual assumption is that because I'm young, single and act like I don't have a care in the world, I'm also probably untrained (I've managed to keep the fact that I have a Master's degree from a seminary a secret) and simply passionate about Jesus and kids. Young, my florist friend, has asked me about three times now how many more years I have left in school. And when I remind her again that I'm a pastor, and that I'm done studying, she asks again, why don't you do more studying? Well, I still do, just not formally--how else can I prepare to teach kids each week?

Then there are the annoying matchmakers. The rebel streak in me wants to simply not give any of the "matches" a chance, which can be inconvenient sometimes when he turns out to be a fairly attractive young man.

And then there are the ones who assume that because I don't have a family to go home to, I can always be counted on to run the extra errand. This isn't something I mind much, especially since most folks here don't do that to me, and the ones that do only ask because they know I would enjoy the errand. But friends have been taken advantage of based simply on the assumption that they don't have a social life outside of the church or their job. I mean, if he/she had any kind of decent social life, he/she would have found a nice young man/woman to marry by now.

Before you make the assumption that I've written off getting married, I haven't. I have high regard for the institution of marriage, and great admiration for the ones who fight to make it work. As Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 7:8-11, and 32a -
But I say to the unmarried and to widows that it is good for them if they remain even as I. But if they do not have self-control, let them marry; for it is better to marry than to burn with passion. But to the married I give instructions, not I, but the Lord, that the wife should not leave her husband (but if she does leave, she must remain unmarried, or else be reconciled to her husband), and that the husband should not divorce his wife . . . But I want you to be free from concern.
We can talk about what the passage really means if you want, but I'll ask that we kindly do this face-to-face, and if you will read the exegesis paper on that passage that I wrote for my Master's level New Testament class before we chat.
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Labels: Biblical Interpretations, Ministry, Writing

23 September 2012

The Big Death

I finally figured out a name for that season that crippled my first year in New Zealand.

The Big Death.

Today I realised even more that even though I kinda, sorta acted like myself on the surface my first year here, I was dying a slow death inside. The Big Death shut down a big part of me--my heart. And I've been constantly reminding myself it's a different land, it's different people, and until I learn to completely give my heart away to here, I'm still not living life abundantly.

Tonight, I finally understood what that meant.

The reality was, I couldn't completely give my heart away to this land and these people until I figured out what to do with The Big Death that was slowly shutting down the other parts of me.

Tonight, I "accidentally" dug out letters to and from Dumbledore.

"Accidentally"
Or so I thought.

I read the one just after the final blow that led to The Big Death.
I got angry all over again.
I cried all over again.

And then I thanked the Good Lord for Dumbledore all over again.

Janice and I talked the other day about how people like us often live with a two-suitcase mentality. We don't buy or keep too many things that won't fit in the two suitcases the next time we have to move across the world. In fact, besides the NIV bible my mum gave me as my first real grown-up bible, the only few other things I will keep with me no matter where I go are the two origami birds from the Freer-Fry clan for my SOT graduation party, the last card I got from Keren, the hello kitty my auntie got my cousin and I when we were four or five, and Cindy Bear (named after Yogi Bear's girlfriend) that I got from the first time I was on a plane.

But people.

We get to keep pocket-size memories of them, and as much contact information as Facebook and smart phones can hold.

Which is...
A lot.

So tonight, I shed a few tears over how The Big Death forced me to shove some memories I didn't want into the two suitcases. And then breathed a word of thanks for Mum and the baby sister and the family, for Dumbledore, Janice, the Freer-Fry clan, Keren, The Friend called "Someone Who Gives A Hoot," Jim and MaryAnn, Amber and Jess, Katherine, Chad and Diane, PJ, Indy, Woody, Stel and Coleman, Amanda, and the rest of the global kampong.

And another one that I get to keep the pocket-size memories close by.

And then I let go a little bit more of the ugly memories of The Big Death.
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Labels: Closing Windows, Dear Keren, Friends, Grief, The Big Death

The Stories of Introverted Ministers

Jess had her birthday this week, and I was invited over to dinner and to meet some of her and Amber's friends.

Because they were "fresh imports," their social circle mostly revolved around folks in the Wesleyan Church--most of whom were young, female, single ministers. The INFJ in me kicked in almost immediately as I tried to make sense of my new environment.

Before the ice finally broke between the old friends and the new people, Amber came over at one point and simply said, "You know, I'm outgoing and happy to be with people when I'm at work. But when I'm in certain social settings, I just kinda get really awkward."

The lady beside me whose name I don't remember because I'm a terrible person said, "Yeah, I'm just really not very good at making small talk, and I HATE talking about the weather."

I don't remember how or if I responded to either of them. But I remember thinking, God be praised, I'm not the only one feeling completely awkward because I'm the newbie in the crowd. Put me in a work environment and I'm happy to play the networking games with new people. But this wasn't a work environment and I'm still trying to figure out how to not pull out my phone every few seconds to pretend to respond to a text when inside I'm freaking out, going through the list of questions the INFJ had created previously to avoid awkwardness in settings like these.

On the drive home, Annie read to me from "Plan B" where she talked about David, a guy born with a birth defect who, after years of being embarrassed by his birth defect, finally decided to embrace the beauty of awkwardness and simply start sharing his story.

It made me wonder about all my friends in ministry. How many of us deal with those awkward moments where we should know the right things to say or ask so that we can keep up the warm, fuzzy "we are ministers so we really know how to put people at ease" appearance? When inside, our stomachs are going crazy with having gone through the entire life cycle of a butterfly several times over in the span of those 12 seconds of awkward silence. (My friend Allison once told me a gay baby is formed every time that happens, and while it's probably not true, you're going to start counting to 12 think of the gay baby now every time there's an awkward silence. You're welcome.)

By the time Annie was done telling David's story, I finally realised I needed to continue writing. Good stories, embarrassing moments, and the grace that carries us through all that and everything in-between. I realised that back when I decided to start collecting stories, I also made the decisions to protect them and share them when necessary. And I realise that a lot of my stories were much like David's. They happened so I can share them with others so that we all feel a little less alone in our human experiences.

I realised too, today, that part of what makes me tick is the simple awareness that I'm just as human as the one next to me. I worry about the life-cycles of the butterflies in my stomach, and if the caterpillars were the cause of how it seems like no matter how much I eat, I struggle to maintain a healthy body mass. Don't even start giving me the, "You don't know how lucky you are to not have to worry about your weight" because you're making the assumption that I don't actually do that. The reality is if I don't keep enough body mass on, I can have horrible cramps because my body doesn't know what to do with my reproductive system. Or you know, I just faint from time to time; no big deal. The fact that I have little interest in consuming food doesn't help. (I do LOVE cooking, but I love it even more if there are other people who are eating the food I make). It's no REAL cause for worry, right?

And I screw up. I screw things up and then screw even more things up when I get angry or frustrated about having screwed up the first thing. I get angry. I make stupid decisions. Like the number of times I've skipped a few meals here and there just to get other things done, fully aware I function better if I didn't have to recover from passing out. I finally believe God loves me regardless of my stupidity and screwed-up-ness but instead of gratefulness, I throw it all out and choose to push limits, knowing God's going to let me back in anyway because the only one I'm really hurting in the process is myself. I guess (s)he'll probably get a little upset about my choices, but I think even my most stupid decisions are too small because (s)he is awesome like that. And then God's going to shake his/her head, roll his/her eyes and say, "You finally happy now? Come on in, it's time for dinner." And again, I would drag my feet along, ashamed of myself, but thankful God lets me in anyway in spite of knowing I had more interest in new recipes and new friends than in the feast itself. As Annie would say, God is such a show-off.

So I keep collecting those stories and keep telling my own. Because it makes me realise how human I am and that I'm no better than David with his birth defect, or Annie with her binge-eating, or my other friends involved in things the world say are wrong but couldn't actually be bothered to take time to understand.

And then I feel a little bit better about the butterflies and their life-cycles, and all the other times I could/should have done better.

Grace. Eventually.
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Labels: Auckland, Grace, Ministry, Stories

22 September 2012

On Journaling (Bird by Bird)

Amanda introduced me to Anne Lamott a few years back when I first started working at Global Missions. Apparently my style of writing reminded her of Annie and so she got me "Bird by Bird" for either my birthday or Christmas that year.

I remembered diving into the book, fascinated by this new friend's (Amanda and I had only known each other a very short while at this point) interest in my writing. I had come to learn already that Amanda doesn't recommend anything unless she absolutely believes in the product with all her heart--that she also has pretty good taste (she also introduced me to Chris Rice, Ingrid Michaelson, Ray LaMontagne and Mumford and Sons) helps.

The more I got into Bird by Bird, the more I wanted to devote my time to writing. Never mind that I had a crap load of seminary papers that had more urgent due dates. I wanted to write stories that were honest, witty and most importantly, a reflection of the lessons I've learnt from and about Love. And so for a few years, I did.

Writing got me through seminary--and I'm not just talking about writing about stuff that would eventually get a letter A, B or C on them. It helped me process what I really believed about in-class discussions, and I got to write stories about how it affected life. It reminded me to be thankful for all the things I had, the places I had been, and the people I love.

Writing also got me through death. Some of the pieces I've been most pleased with came from the deepest sorrow from Keren's death. And then a year later, my uncle's and grandpa's. And then along the way, the death of other things I believed in, other relationships I held on too tightly to, and probably the scariest one, significant parts of my once-religion.

Then a little while ago, something big inside me died. It came along with such a deep sense of anguish that I decided to bury Writing along with it. I was surprised and appalled all at the same time amongst other sentiments of cynicism and relief.

But most of all, I was afraid. I was afraid of the magnitude of negativity inside; afraid of the repercussions of what might happen if I allowed it to be set loose. I was afraid Writing would take me places I would later regret because I had inadvertently hurt a few someones in my fit of anger. I would start writing, and then delete everything because I no longer had a way to end each of my pieces with that dose of hope--something my mother encouraged me to do back in the day, the same thing that was the motivation for turning my rants into pieces of encouragement for others rather than simply pieces of teenage angst. I still wanted to tell stories, but anything I tried to write came out as matter-of-fact strings of words that were devoid of any human emotion (in other words, BORING).

So I stopped writing. I stopped for so long that I was convinced that was another part of me that had died too. And the longer I took before I picked it up again, the angrier and more negative I got. Once in a while, out of obligation to the rest of the kampong, I would write again, but only so they knew I was still alive. I hated all of those pieces that I wrote. None of them felt like me.

I wanted to tell them all about everything that was happening here. But death has the potential to overshadow everything, casting an ugly perspective on even the most beautiful pieces of life. I didn't want to talk about the big part of me that I had just hurriedly buried. It would mean taking out the smelly, rotten, decomposing parts to try and dress it up for a proper funeral so that I can have that proper sense of closure, and actually cry real tears with the kampong that was waiting to hold me when I fell apart. But until I did that, anything I tried to write reeked of death, and all the negativity kept spewing out all over the page to a point that I realised I would be embarrassed by if I came back to read it a month later.

A month passed, then another. Before I knew it, a whole year had gone by without any pieces of writing I could honestly say I was pleased with.

Then last week, I celebrated my first year in New Zealand. Steve once said, "Since you're the journalling type, it would be fun to look back in your journals eventually and see what your first impressions of New Zealand were like." I wanted to do that on my first anniversary. But I hadn't written anything this year that was worth reflecting upon.

That was when I decided it was time that changed. I had recently downloaded "Grace (Eventually)" and "Plan B" on my iPod, both books by Anne Lamott. I listened to her tell stories of her biggest embarrassments while I was driving, and how she found grace eventually through each of these stories. I laughed with her like an old friend would, as she told of how she had started binge eating again, spiralling downhill for a while before finally deciding to call a friend and confess her humanity--and how the friends had nothing but love and grace for her. I thought about my own melancholic/mild depression tendencies, and all those in my global kampong who had seen me at my best times and my worst, and were now just waiting for me to call them and say, "I'm a mess, I went into recluse again," and rant about how unforgivable God and the world must think I am, and why the hell have I not learnt my lesson? And then they would just laugh because they know I know better. We'd have a few coffees, a couple ciders, have a slice or two of tres leches and angel food cake and get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened. And then one of us would say, "Right, let's get this mess cleaned up, go wash our hands and join everyone else at the table because there's a real feast going on." And I would go along not because I'd enjoy the feast but so I could get new recipes and meet new friends. And everyone would be alright again for a little while.

So last week, I went out and got myself a new journal. PJ and the kids do this thing at the dinner table called "highlights, lowlights". It was her way of getting them to talk about their day, but in a way such that all five of them would get a turn to share about the best and worst thing of their day while fighting over fish and chips and milkshakes from Uncle Don. And so I started doing that in my journal. I didn't get anywhere close to writing stories the way I used to, but it was a start. Annie (Yes, I do believe I get to call her Annie now that she's read 1.5 of her books to me while we take mini roadtrips everyday) calls it "bird by bird": "We're all in same boat. All the writers you love--it's painstaking, comes in fits & starts, bad drafts; small victories."

So bird by bird, I did. I still don't have funny, witty stories to share that are full of human emotion. But you know what, I feel so much better and find myself having so many more reasons to be thankful. And I realise again that my kampong is overcrowded with quality people, each one happy with the small piece of land we've been allocated. We may not hear from each other everyday, but we're all silent cheerleaders for each other no matter what part of the world we may find ourselves in.

And my heart is overflowing again with thanksgiving.

Bird by bird.

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A few more thoughts from Annie, just because I've come to love her as an old friend...
If stuck, pretend you're writing yr story as a letter to my brother Stevo. He is kind, safe, smart. Get's pressure off you--is just a letter
I HAVE to write today. Even tho it's hard, it's how I get ME back. It's radical self-care to steal an hour or 2 for your own self and soul.
You don't wait to be in the mood to write. You sit down and keep your butt in the chair b/c nobody cares if you write; so YOU have to.

Follow her on Twitter. Better yet, go out and get her books.
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Labels: 2012 Resolutions, Auckland, Faith and the Human Experience, Writing

21 September 2012

Whanau


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I've been giving some thought to what life is going to look like past December 2013, the official date my contract with WCF ends, but mainly only because my visa expires then. If it makes sense for the Church to have me stay on past December 2013, by all means, I'll be here. But if I've become more of a nuisance than I am now, I'm not going to overstay my welcome. Anyhow, that's still a ways ahead so there's no pressure for concrete plans.

At the same time, as much as I have thoroughly enjoyed drifting where the wind blows/where the Lord leads, there are moments--sometimes long days on end--when I long for a bit more stability. Often the most nagging one is the financial stability.

I have made it through a whole year through the generosity of family and friends, and then some. There's a part of me that says, "Cool, let's see how Providence continues to sort this out." Then there's a part of me that's becoming increasingly obnoxious with the, "'Making it through' was fine while you were in college and seminary. But you're 26. That's not going to cut it anymore."

I'll be eternally grateful to Missionary Action Projects--and all involved to get me connected to them--for graciously helping me transfer funds. But because they only transfer my funds and there isn't a formal sending organization, a lot of times I have to pull out the dusty memory files from the Global Missions days to create a whole new system to "send" myself.

Along with the steep learning curve that comes with moving to a new culture and process the immense grief of the whole transition period, I've also had to force myself to be intentional about pastoral care--shamelessly throwing myself at mentors, begging them to pastor me through this process. I've never really worked with a budget, much less having to create a feasible one for a lifestyle I knew nothing about, to know what to present to folks who might be keen to throw in financial support. I've always enjoyed the writing process, but to create newsletters that are succinct enough to communicate all that's going on here (bear in mind these newsletters go to the odd combination of old friends, folks who want to support ministry, and mentors who want to know I still have a little bit of sanity left) and make sure they go to all the folks they are supposed to go to, holy shenanigans... Where do I even start writing? Throw in the non-existent budget to go hang out with folks who send money, cards, candy and beat-up iPods, and figuring out how to get the cheapest flights to go to all these places...

I found myself wishing again that I either wasn't born outside of the US, or hadn't spent those seven years there that resulted in the formation of most of my networks within that country.

Which was why when I stumbled upon a possibility of an official sending agency, I got really excited. Not only would there be a little bit of help in all of those other areas, but I would also more formal financial support--even if they are from folks I've never met before.


And then...
Of course. Why should I be surprised?

I got a little note from dear, sweet friends in Anderson. There weren't very many words on the little page, but to know that Phil and Phyllis Kinley who had given a significant part of their lives to the Church in Japan took the time to write that little note and say, "Hey, we think of you often, and we're praying for you." left me shaking my head.

"No, I'd rather have instability with whanau (family) than stability with strangers."

After all, this has been a year of embracing the very significant but often distracted part of me that desperately wants to dig into the grassroots. I'm barely getting my shoes muddy and the distractions have been aplenty.

Well, guess what?
I'm happy in the mud.

That's where my whanau is.
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