Worship, Gifts and Women

It’s okay if you disagree with me, but I think there may be something seriously wrong with the way my fellowship underutilizes the gifts of women, especially in public worship.

I’m not keen on using the term “women’s role” as I find it pretty much extra-scriptural.

“Gifts,” however, is a perfectly scriptural term and I’m quite comfortable using it.

Many writers with far keener scholarship than I can point out to you that in the New Testament, women served as prophets, fellow workers, deaconesses (female servant-ministers), instructors, encouragers, and hosts of church assemblies in their homes. You can look them up in your own Bible, and I won’t bother to proof-text the citations for you.

All that evidence notwithstanding, we find ourselves setting all the precedent for our fellowship policy by a couple of New Testament scriptures. One is a single verse in the first of two personal letters from the fatherly mentor Paul to his young protege Timothy:

A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she must be silent. 

Well, it says what it says, doesn’t it?

(Except maybe the “silent” part. Surely it’s okay for women to sing, isn’t it?)

Yes, it does say what it says. But to say that it applies universally in all situations, in all churches, in all eras, with all women and men, requires what I like to call “skinchwise logic.”

First of all, there’s nothing wrong with advising women to learn in quietness and full submission. Men should, too. Women may be the recipients of this advice from Paul to Ephesus through Timothy (and Corinth by letter) because they were disrupting the assemblies, possibly with questions they should have waited to ask later. (Just as men, a few verses earlier in I Timothy, were the target of Paul’s wish that they lift holy hands in prayer without arguments and disagreements … evidently because they were praying while holding grudges, possibly even “praying against” each other.)

Think about what has happened in both of these cities.

Corinth, a center of pagan worship that involved many female priestesses engaging in (maybe riotous) sexual activity with male “worshipers,” and Ephesus – where Artemis/Diana was the primary goddess of choice – were cities where Christians were being converted from among such belief systems.

Both men and women of these Gentile milieus were being drawn into the very gender-stratified and conservative surround of a synagogue-like church. The earliest Christian churches comprised mostly Jewish men and some women who were not perhaps even used to sitting with men in the same room while worship and teaching was going on, though probably on a different side of the room or in the back. (In Corinth, the church originally met in a synagogue – until evicted, when it moved next door to the home of Titius Justus. In Ephesus, Paul originally taught in a synagogue – until he was evicted and moved to the lecture hall of Tyrannus.)

So it’s rowdy Gentile meets contemplative Jew in these houses of worship.

We have something of a clash of cultures.

The pagans have absolutely no background in scripture, and scripture reading is almost certainly an important part of the assembly. (The Bereans, remember, were checking the prophecies daily to see if what was being taught among them about Jesus was true.)

So questions will arise.

And in the Greco-Roman culture, where dialogue is encouraged (see Paul’s address on Mars Hill in Acts), the questions are likely to be asked on the spot. In the new church with the synagogue heritage, scripture was read and explained and everybody listened (pretty much like our churches today; you disagree with the preacher afterward in the foyer).

There were no Roberts’ Rules of Order for the early church, so the Holy Spirit moved Paul to write some.

Second, the pagan religion involved a multiplicity of gods and goddesses. In the Jewish faith, there was and is one-and-only-one God. Storytelling was an intrinsic part of both cultures, but in paganism, embellishment and creativity and outright originality in adding to the richness of the Mount Olympus saga was encouraged. In Jewish belief, storytelling was done with scrupulous regard to accuracy.

Culture clash.

Pagans would have found the Jewish stories a delightful addition to their panoply of pantheist story culture. Fallen angels and their gods and goddesses could easily live in the same story together. And pagans would have begun integrating them right in. Jewish Christians would not have appreciated this, and would have discouraged it.

So the creation of pagan stories would go underground, become secret; become secret knowledge; become gnosis.

Pagan stories, some emphasizing the superiority of feminine gods over masculine ones, would rewrite interesting Jewish stories such as the creation narrative. So goddesses Pistis and Sophia and others would empower Eve over Adam, sometimes even giving life to Adam through Eve. To a pagan used to idolizing (literally) Diana, it made a better story than the rather male-heavy Jewish version.

I’m not making this up. Read a few of the narratives of the Hypostasis of the Archons or On the Origin of the World or The Apocryphon of John or other Gnostic works. I know scholars say these works came later than the time of Timothy or Paul, but there is no proof of that assertion – and the fact is, many writings come a long time after the origin of stories’ verbal traditions, even in the Old Testament.

I’m suggesting that the verbal versions of these stories may well have originated in the time of Paul and Timothy.

And if so, they would definitely help explain the mysterious verses which immediately follow the two cited above from that first letter between them:

For Adam was formed first, then Eve. And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner. But women (literally, she) will be saved through childbearing – if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety. 

I think it’s quite possible that Paul was refuting what he calls in the first chapter “endless genealogies” and would later in the letter call and “godless myths,” “chatter” and even “old wives’ tales” – refuting it by retelling the simple truth. If bold converted-pagan Christian women were teaching these stories that they had made up and preferred, their audience needed to be reminded that it didn’t require generations of goddesses to create man; that gods did not immediately ravish an image of Eve created by the goddesses to protect her; that Eve was not superior to Adam in intellect and courage because she craved the secret knowledge of the forbidden fruit and was bold enough to gobble it down – or any of that other goofy pagan stuff.

God made Adam, then Eve.

She was deceived by the serpent, because Adam didn’t speak up to assert the truth.

Eve sinned as surely as Adam.

And anyone who taught otherwise, Paul says, should shut up and sit quietly and listen and learn the truth. You have to learn before you can teach. As nearly as I can tell, in Ephesus, some of those who were teaching before they learned were very likely the mostly younger single/widowed women who were supported by the church to do good works but who had become “gossips and busybodies, saying things they ought not to” (later in the letter) – some of whom, “… have in fact already turned away to follow Satan.” That’s a harsh reproof, indicating a serious offense – like false teaching; not just idleness or gossip. So Paul directs the advice quoted above to Timothy about these women specifically.

Paul doesn’t permit them to teach falsehood or to teach in a way that usurps authority over the men, claiming that women are better rather than equal to them. The truth is, God created them male and female; side-by-side (though, yes, one was first). I wouldn’t permit women to teach otherwise, either. Nor would I permit men to teach such tripe.

Neither gender has an edge in God’s sight.

When Adam and Eve disobeyed, God never cursed one over the other. In fact, He didn’t curse either one.

He cursed the ground, to make Adam labor. And since neither of them had chosen to eat of the tree of life, they would have to perpetuate their species through childbirth, and that would be the labor of Eve. It’s not a curse. It’s a consequence.

Just like death itself, about which He forewarned them.

But He put an end to death through the Offspring of heaven and earth, Who has brought the kingdom of heaven down to earth.

That is the gift He gave us all. That should bring gratitude and worship to the lips of each person. That’s good news that everyone should tell.

Even the Samaritan playgirl who has encountered Someone extraordinary at a well.

Even Mary of Magdala at the sight of her beloved, risen Lord.

Even Priscilla, when explaining baptism more fully to Apollos.

Even the head of a household of believers like Lydia.

Even Junia and Euodia and Syntyche and all the others.

Even me.

Even you.

I Apologize

It’s been a busy week … laying out and printing the Psalms material that our adult Sunday classes will use for the next 15 weeks at my home church … building the 430+ page Upward Youth Sports site … correcting the grade numbers or college information for 300+ of our member kids on the online member database … implementing the function that would make them show up on the site, as well as the occupation for each of our members … plus all the usual stuff I do at my job.

Oh, yeah, and badly neglecting my New Wineskins responsibilities, though getting a couple more articles and an ad for ACU’s new FALL lectureship posted before the end the month, and therefore the July-August issue.

Oh, and ferrying the kids to school then taking Angi to the endoscopy clinic and then back home today for a routine colonoscopy procedure. (Two polyps removed; to be biopsied; no seeming cause for concern; come back in three years.)

So I haven’t blogged much recently.

I know. I’m ashamed. I’ve shunned and abused you.

I’m a terrible person.

A Dead Run to Emmaus

I often have this fear that I am on the road to Emmaus.

And I don’t recognize Jesus for who He is.

Because I am running right past Him.

He wants to walk with me, and I am going at a dead run, mourning Him all the way, but too anxious to get there and share the news that He’s gone when He’s already back – alive and well and willing to comfort, strengthen and counsel.

I need to slow down.

I need to look under the shade of each hooded stranger to see if His face is there.

I need to dine with Him each week, with my heart burning within me.

I need a walking Companion.

Scripture Stew

I’m as guilty of brewing the stuff as anyone else I’ve ever read.

You know, the recipe where you mix a cup of this psalm and that gospel and water it down with a convenient diluting explanation and then add a dash of your favorite proof text for spice. (Or spite.)

And it’s stew.

It’s isn’t soup, which usually has just one dominant flavor: Think potato. Tomato. Celery. Onion. Not vegetable, which is just stew on a superhydrating diet.

The danger is, if you mix indiscriminately, you may get clam-apricot-jalapeno bisque. And even if you’re a pretty good chef, you’ll get a heady combination of luscious flavors flowing together and tasting pretty good together.

Stew, all the same.

Neither milk, nor meat.

Neither a mess of pottage, nor a pot of message.

Just something to stew about.

Please, God … help me to wean myself from the comfortable, the controversial, the combinational stewing of scripture; to hunger after the meat of righteousness and plain truth and Christlikeness. Even when it’s hard to swallow. Even when it’s hard to digest. I need a more mature appetite. Amen.

He’s Baaa-aaack!

If you have missed the irascible and generally dead-on observations of New Wineskins contributing writer Fred Peatross … if you somehow failed to sign up for his Abductive Columns e-letter … you will be delighted to know that his Abductive Columns blog is back, with a new face and the same attitude.

Commenting to me by e-mail briefly on an article in NW by Larry Chouinard, Fred just said that he and Larry were on the same page.

I could only respond to Fred with something like: “Many would say Larry’s words are harsh and uncompromising. Many would say your words are harsh and uncompromising. Many would say Jesus’ words were harsh and uncompromising. What can I say?”

Give him a read again. If he doesn’t rile your spirit within you at least a little bit every once in a while, you should call a mortician and make a pre-planning appointment.

A Question of Authority

Did you know that the word “authority” is not used in close proximity to the words for “elder,” “bishop,” “pastor,” “overseer” or “shepherd” in the New Testament?

The closest you can come is a couple of scriptures; first Hebrews 13:17, where at the close of the letter and a long list of advice, the writer concludes:

Obey your leaders and submit to their authority. They keep watch over you as men who must give an account. Obey them so that their work will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no advantage to you.

And while elders certainly are leaders within the church, they are by no means the only leaders. The word for “leaders” is more general in its inclusion; other translations read it as “those who lead” or “(obey) them who lead you.”

Then there’s Acts 16:4, where messengers deliver to the far-flung churches a decision by the elders and apostles regarding circumcision – which are to be obeyed.

To conclude from these passages alone that elders are to have supreme or exclusive authority requires some skinchwise logic.

Yet it is abundantly clear from a multiplicity of passages that elders are to be

  • Committed to the Lord, in whom they put their trust (Acts 14:23)
  • Welcoming; eager to hear reports of what God has done (Acts 15:4)
  • Willing to meet together and consider questions which affect the flock (Acts 15:6)
  • Love their evangelists; miss them like family (Acts 20)
  • Direct the affairs of the church – even to the point of being paid to do so – and some to preach and teach (I Timothy 5:17)
  • Pray over the sick and anoint them with oil (James 5:14)
  • Willing and eager to serve, not lording it over the flock, but being examples (I Peter 5:1-3)

Throughout my 51 years, I have had the privilege to be shepherded by several sets of elders at several churches, virtually all of whom I’ve known personally to exemplify – and even personify – these qualities. I don’t believe it’s mathematically probably that I have agreed 100% with any of them on even some important points of doctrine and interpretation. And none of them has ever been perfect, of course, but they all have good hearts that seek God through His Son and His Spirit. None of them has sought the office for the sake of exercising authority; to “lord it over” anyone else.

And that has made it exceptionally easy to submit to them and to obey them.

Which brings me to my confessional. (Come on; you’ve learned to expect one from me by now.)

Friday and Saturday our church staff and elders took a few hours to retreat from the other pressing concerns of life and to get better acquainted. After a while, it became obvious that there was some tension between the two groups and the reason behind it escaped all of us.

Finally, I said that at my first elders’ meeting as a staff member a few weeks before we’d been short a few copies of a document we were discussing – one which sort of impinges on personnel matters which elders are always free to discuss in closed session, and I didn’t see any staff members with copies. When copies of the revised document were passed out Friday, only elders received the available copies. That made it, again, a little difficult for me as a staff person to participate in the discussion.

It turned out that the documents were just copied late before the meetings on a pokey old copier. They were happy to share them, and did.

But I had to confess to the assembled group: “I was afraid to ask for one. I was new to staff and didn’t know where the potholes might be, if there were potholes. Is that stupid, or what? You’re my shepherds.

“When you’re walking in the dark,” I added, “You either walk by faith or you walk very gingerly to avoid the potholes. I was not walking by faith.”

I think the retreat gave us an opportunity to be real with each other in a healthy and uniting way.

And I don’t believe anyone, even once, used the word “authority.”

Only One Way to Worship

I’m generally cautious about “only one way” thinking. It tends to discredit alternatives, some of which are perfectly acceptable.

But I have to agree that there is only one way to worship.

In spirit and in truth.

Sacrificially.

With your whole life; not just part-time.

Accepting others.

Humbly.

With singing.

Speaking to each other, as well as to God.

By the Spirit of God.

By drawing near.

With thanksgiving. Acceptably, with reverence and awe.

With fear and a willingness to give God glory.

Forever. And ever. And ever.

Amen.

And while I note that there are a lot of things that scripture does not say about what is required or forbidden in worship, what it does say is more than I confess I have been doing.

Two Wrongs Shouldn’t Take On A Right

Just because two parties disagree with each other doesn’t automatically make one right.

Take the Pharisees and the Sadducees.

They disagreed with each other about angels, the afterlife, etc.

Jesus disagreed with the Sadducees’ beliefs.

And with the Pharisees’ practices.

Who was right?

He was.

But He really took on the Pharisees. And I think I understand why.

If, like the Saducees, you really don’t believe in an afterlife … you don’t believe in consequences for your actions … well, it would at least make sense if you acted the way you believe. You would live for now, and live for yourself.

But if, like the Pharisees, you believe and profess that right and wrong matter because God will judge … it doesn’t make a lick of sense for you to

  • Shut the doors of the kingdom in peoples’ faces.
  • Make it harder and harder for them to enter.
  • Travel extensively to win converts, then make them even more judgmental than yourself.
  • Tithe the tiniest herbs and spices but fail to show justice, mercy or faithfulness.
  • Be finicky about washing the outside of a cup yet let your inner self become filthy.
  • Judge others by your interpretations and standards.
  • Complain that a healing on the Sabbath is more than the allowable amount of work.
  • Recoil from the touch of a sinner bearing perfume, without recognizing oneself as a sinner, too.
  • Have the audacity to thank God that you are not like someone else that He has made in His image.
  • Insist that only a friend to demons would be responsible for casting them out and for giving sight to the blind.

Oh, I could go on and on.

But I just did.

The Sadducees didn’t believe, and – as one of my astute Bible instructors helpfully pointed out in college – “That made them sad, you see.”

However, the Pharisees didn’t practice what they believed and taught.

That means they weren’t fair, I see.

And I think I see why, at a ratio of about six to one in Scripture, He was so much more frequently ticked off at the Pharisees than the Sadducees.