Our Selves, Our Souls, and Bodies
As
an Episcopal priest, every time I pray the words of the Eucharistic prayer “ we
offer and present unto thee, O Lord, ourselves, our souls and bodies,” I think
of a book my mother bought me in 1971 when I was fourteen years old, “Our
Bodies, Ourselves.” Some may find this blasphemous. What can I say? It happens. There I am standing
at the altar, reverently praying these words from the “traditional” Rite I
liturgy, words that invite us into a transformational relationship with God
through the living presence of Jesus Christ, and suddenly I have a memory of this
other transformational book.
“Our Bodies Ourselves” changed the lives of
women of a certain age. We learned about our anatomy in graphic detail, and the
door was opened to talk about aspects of our selves that were formally taboo. Who
would have imagined that 42 years later the conversation on women’s anatomy and
health care would devolve?
The
current political discourse on women reveals an antiquated
ideology that is grossly misinformed. It’s frightening, actually. And it’s not
just men who are touting this stuff, some women and girls seem to believe it
too.
I was born into the Mormon Church, a descendent of pioneers who
settled Utah and southern Idaho. I know something about institutional leadership
that insists on informing how one thinks. I understand the subtlety of
controlling information and belief. And, as is evident with the Vatican effort
to take over the nuns in the Roman Catholic tradition, this threat is not
limited to Mormonism or fundamentalism, or Islam. From my own experience I
understand how a person can be sheltered, limited, contained, controlled, and
told what to think so often he or she believes it.
Like every woman I have experienced abuse in some form – mind,
body, or spirit – we all encounter it. My personal stories are just like yours.
I could tell you the story of my aunt who died of a self-inflicted gunshot
wound…or, was she murdered in her bed, a victim of spousal abuse? We’ll never
know. I could tell you the story of my mother, raped in the foyer of her
apartment building when she was in her forties. I could tell you the story of
my college roommate who, before abortions were legal, sought out an illegal one
and almost bled to death from a botched backroom procedure. These are some of the
“stories” that formed me into the woman I am today, a woman who strives to be
informed.
Sadly, in this political climate, the more I know, the worse I
feel.
We
are moving backward.
We are moving backward in time when the
current draft for the GOP Platform calls for a "human life"
Constitutional amendment and a full ban on abortion with NO exceptions.
We
are moving backward in time when legislators spend crucial time debating
archaic concepts of women’s health care, instead of addressing the real needs
of poverty, hunger, unemployment, increasing violence and the need for gun
control.
Actually,
we are not moving backward - are spiraling
through a new reality. And that reality is a nightmare.
But
I have hope. I am a perpetual optimist! The Christians I know today, both men
and women, are informed. We hold a progressive theology, one that embraces
solid teachings of Christ calling us to acts of justice.
Here
is one example: Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice.
As a former massage therapist and
now a priest with a Masters in Social work, seeking holistic health of mind,
body, and spirit, for all people, has been foundational in my ministry and in my
life. I believe that we have a sacred
relationship with the Divine. The sacredness of that relationship mandates the health
of all people, our whole selves.
Caring for ourselves is a personal
matter. It is not appropriate for any institution to legislate how we care for
our whole selves. However, we do need legislation that enables - and
institutions that support us - in our effort to be healthy, regardless of the
specific circumstances of our lives.
In the end it isn’t really just a woman’s
issue. All people need access to safe, affordable, comprehensive health care.
It’s about justice and respecting the dignity of every human being, loving God
and loving our neighbor as ourselves.
Comments
I was fortunate to grow up in a faith community that encouraged engagement, demonstrated love and respect for neighbors, and truly lived the the quest for justice. There was never condemnation or judgment except against oppression and violence. Your post has inspired me to write a letter to that family of faith to thank them for the foundation they gave me to seek Christ in all people.