Another great article on women in the early church. Please do check out the blog I found it at, Ancient Bodies, Ancient Lives. You can find the article in full here.
Nyland concludes her scholarly yet accessible paper with words I can only echo:
In the Greek of the New Testament, women are shown to be church leaders, teachers, elders, and deacons. Evidence from the papyri and inscriptions reveals women in these positions at the time of the New Testament and in successive centuries. Yet today, a large faction of Christianity does not permit women to be ministers, and of the Christians that do, most do not permit women to be head ministers. Churches quote what they believe to be God’s Word to support their arguments against women in church leadership. Here is the matter in a nutshell: their arguments are based on a lack of understanding of Greek word meaning according to the findings in the papyri and inscriptions of the last hundred years.
Found this article on the Proto-Indo-European language. I’ve heard something like this in my head since I was a child. I hear it in my dreams. It gave me chills. You can listen to the story below and find the article here.
Here’s the translation of the story (which may sound familiar to people who watched the movie Prometheus):
A sheep that had no wool saw horses, one of them pulling a heavy wagon, one carrying a big load, and one carrying a man quickly. The sheep said to the horses: “My heart pains me, seeing a man driving horses.” The horses said: “Listen, sheep, our hearts pain us when we see this: a man, the master, makes the wool of the sheep into a warm garment for himself. And the sheep has no wool.” Having heard this, the sheep fled into the plain.
“Christianity has had, since its inception, countless stories of female ascetics and saints and martyrs in its repertoire, used to repackage its doctrines through melodrama, through lives writ large. What makes these stories different? Perhaps they’re compelling because they evoke a time so close to the church’s radical beginnings and are therefore that much more believable as stories of potential, of a church that could have been. Or maybe it’s because the biographies of Melania, Susan, and Paula became accounts of resistance—of a rejection of how the church, as an official organ of the state, had begun to limit the lives of its women. These are tales of women who walked away from their families, shed their social status, gave away their money as they saw fit, put on the clothes of men, escaped their cities, and traveled out into the desert. They traveled so deep into the desert that they struck the heart of it, the place where people go to be tested. And they faced whatever was there and survived it and were transformed.”
This was a great article, I recommend reading all of it here.
I ask the Spirit,
“What should I do in the face of this injustice? How can I stay when my heart is broken?”
And He answers,
“Do not let them push you away. Do not let them take it from you.”
It is now, when He is gone and truly becomes The Holy Spirit that I suffer with my Mormon stuff the most. I realized the synchronicity of some personal events with the coming of Spring and impending Easter. Understanding the unfolding of events doesn’t make it much easier to deal with though.
I don’t remember if I’ve actually written a full post on my Mormon issues or not. A lot of it stems from the leaked proclamation in regards to children of same sex couples.
Poseidon returns early it seems. Or more I return to Him. Or He’s rolling out the welcome mat? I wasn’t expecting this until May. I’m not entirely surprised, Hermes has been dropping hints since January. This morning as I left the house the roar of wind through the trees greeted me. It reminded me of time spent at the family cabin, outside of Sumas , Washington. That sound is completely connected to it. The rain came sideways. It wasn’t overly cold.
There Poseidon was, all of a sudden. Hello dear.
I kinda feel like a jerk since my next thought was, Where is Hermes?.
Poseidon just smiled and took a step back while I sorted things out. I got a hold of Himself on what I have dubbed the God CB Radio. He wasn’t Home, but He hasn’t really been Home since February. He’s sort of been dodging the question of whether He is GONE gone. He didn’t REALLY give me an answer this day either. I panicked slightly and quickly “astralled” myself to O/our Home and sure enough His presence was gone. The equivalent of Him packing His bags and leaving. After walking through the empty House and outside I stood there, just looking at it’s dark facade. Except O/our room which still had lights on. I felt upset that He had gone without me there to wish Him off, I can’t say I’m overly surprised though. Poseidon came close again, hands gentle on my shoulders, telling me I could come back to His…O/our home now. May 1st is still technically “moving day”. Hermes told me I could go, He would not be upset. I’m still undecided. Poseidon stayed with me all day, the storm literally raging around me since I work outside mostly. He permeated everything.
Hail Poseidon, my Lord of Storms. I’ve missed You.
Are you searching for the river of your soul?
Then come out of your prison. Leave the stream and join the river that flows into the ocean
“For in loneliness no one owns you but me…”
He’s not exactly here but He’s not exactly gone either. He quietly whispers of His love, of His Ownership.
I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,
I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,
I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,
I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end…