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Thursday, November 03, 2005
An African and an American disagree on ordaining women.
Via Diogenes, this bit of NCR cluelessness.
This reads like a conversation from a Michael O'Brien novel. It seems too perfectly ironic, stark, and revealing to be real. Nevertheless, it is.
Peg fancies that there is no real discord between her beliefs and Abena's beliefs ("I felt profoundly blessed as Abena pointed to the truth in her own experience without condemning the truth in mine"), but in reality there is a great gulf fixed between these two women.
And I am no better than Peg, because I say that I believe what Abena believes, but I am still living my comfortable and complacent little life. Abena and her sisters will save the world. Peg should have longed to kiss her beaten feet.
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I picked up the phone to hear a precise French accent pleading, “Peg, tell me it is not so!”
“What is not so, Abena?”
“On the news they say they will ordain a woman as priest. How can this be in the Catholic church? All day I pray, ‘Jesus, how can a woman be priest?’
“ ‘Call Peg,’ he said. ‘She will give you peace.’ So, I know you are a woman of wisdom and faith. Tell me, how can this be?”
“Abena, in the current Roman Catholic church this cannot be. Perhaps they mean some other church or an unrecognized ordination.”
“Oh, thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Peg. Not our Roman Catholic church!” She was laughing, nearly giddy with relief. “I prayed, ‘Lord, take me now if this should happen.’ I would rather be dead than see such a thing.”
“Abena,” I sighed with regret, “You and I will not live to see such a day in our Catholic church. This will not happen in our lifetime.”
“Oh, thank you! You give me so much hope and happiness.” But, suddenly serious, she said, “I think this cannot happen ever -- as it was in the beginning it shall be in the Catholic church until Jesus comes again.”
Her distress evident, she continued:
“I do not know why women keep trying to be Jesus. They should try only to imitate the example of humility and obedience of our Blessed Mother.”
“Abena, are you saying that men should not try to imitate the example of Mary?”
I struggled to contain my anger. And I succeeded because this was Abena, a very simple woman, not a bishop, the pope or a Vatican spokesperson, all of whom, I think, should have a broader view of church history and the place of culture in determining our ever-evolving, collective understanding of God.
She laughed readily, “Of course, we all should. But what is more important is that women learn the beauty of raising children.
“Just today God has answered my prayer. The husband of a sister of ours planned to divorce her because she has not been pregnant in many years. I learned today that she is two months with child. God is so good!”
My blood nearly boiled at the sexist content of this assertion and her archaic proof of God’s mercy. Yet, I forgave her immediately because I recognized that she is a product of her culture. Only recently from Cameroon, she was jailed there for her faith. Shackled, she was beaten on the soles of her feet. Now, walking is difficult. Wearing shoes is still painful.
“They wanted to break my spirit,” she laughed when she told me. “They only strengthened my faith!”
She is temporarily here, illegally, an accident of clerical errors (or the truest intervention of the grace of God), awaiting deportation so she can return to spread the Gospel to prisoners until she is again jailed and, as she anticipates, tortured to death. As she awaits deportation, she cares for dying women in their homes. Between chores, she prays the rosary many times a day. Paid in cash by grateful families, she lives on handouts, saving the money to send basic necessities like soap, underwear and food to her beloved prisoners. “In Cameroon,” she said, “if you have no family to care for you while in prison, you die. We are all family in Jesus,” she said. “So, we must care for these brothers and sisters.”
This reads like a conversation from a Michael O'Brien novel. It seems too perfectly ironic, stark, and revealing to be real. Nevertheless, it is.
"I think this cannot happen ever -- as it was in the beginning it shall be in the Catholic church until Jesus comes again.”
"I struggled to contain my anger. And I succeeded because this was Abena, a very simple woman, not a bishop, the pope or a Vatican spokesperson, all of whom, I think, should have a broader view of church history and the place of culture in determining our ever-evolving, collective understanding of God."
Peg fancies that there is no real discord between her beliefs and Abena's beliefs ("I felt profoundly blessed as Abena pointed to the truth in her own experience without condemning the truth in mine"), but in reality there is a great gulf fixed between these two women.
And I am no better than Peg, because I say that I believe what Abena believes, but I am still living my comfortable and complacent little life. Abena and her sisters will save the world. Peg should have longed to kiss her beaten feet.