I Would Gift Us
These are the gifts I would give us, and this is the way I would gift them.
Bathsheba bathed and a king took her from her husband. I gift us rooftop gardens to bathe in, unmolested.
We’ve been taught that Eve suffered in childbirth for her transgression. I gift us the power to discern God’s curses from medicine’s failures, the spiritual from the biological.
Susanna bathed in a garden and male leaders assaulted her. I gift us Susanna’s powerful voice, and authorities who listen when we use it.
Miriam danced while she prophesied and a jealous Moses chastised her. This year, I gift us sacred prophetic dances free from patriarchal confinement.
Jael saved all her people, warrior-like, blood on her hands, because men ran back and forth killing each other. I gift us nations that don’t need warriors, and a future free from bloodshed.
Huldah prophesied in the name of God, but her history has been silenced. This year, I gift us power like Huldah’s. I gift us true prophecies of peace and equity, and stories that outlive us.
Delilah cut Samson’s hair. But a god she never knew, who never spoke to her, told Samson to slaughter her people and we’re told God condemned her for her loyalty. I gift us gods who speak to us, and history written by us, where our love and loyalty are celebrated.
Sariah left her home and friends, wandered without food, without fire, following her husband. When she thought her sons had died in Jerusalem, she mourned and was called faithless. I gift us people who hold us in our sorrow without telling us we’ve failed.
Jezebel served a goddess, one the Israelites also worshiped, but our stories vilify her. Elijah ordered the slaughter of Jezebel’s priests long before she raised a hand against his small religious sect. He built his political power from the ashes of those burned priests, on the back of Jezebel’s broken and dog-torn body. I gift us new ways of worshipping our Mother free from male violence. I’ll meet you in our sacred groves. We can paint our eyes with kohl and tell stories of our matriarchs.
Martha cooked and cleaned and, when she reached the breaking point, was told she had chosen poorly, and we tell her failure like a morality play. But Jesus didn’t divide the fish or loaves for her. No water was turned into wine to free her from thankless and powerless domesticity. I gift us the freedom to choose, really choose, and to know what all our choices are.
Lot’s nameless wife loved her community and we’re told God turned her into a pillar of salt because of it. I gift us the knowledge that God knows our names and would not punish us for who or how we love.
Hagar fled abuse and was told by an angel to return or watch her son die. I gift us trust that God doesn’t value one life or one group above any other, and he would never ask us to live in an abusive relationship.
Ruth’s husband died so she became the multiple wife of a distant relative. I gift us fulfilling relationships free from economic constraints, no matter what those relationships look like.
Emma believed the rules of monogamy but we have a revelation demanding she celebrate her husband’s polygamy. I gift us rules that suit us as much as they suit men, and a god who isn’t fickle in his application of those rules. And I gift us pure revelations from the mouths of those whose voices aren’t heard over the pulpit.
I gift us new understandings of our old stories. Mostly, dearest friends, I gift us power: power in ourselves, power to be seen and known and safe and celebrated, power to make change. Merry Christmas.
My eyes, there’s a bit of extra water in them. This is so beautiful.
Wow. Thank you for your gifts of words and wisdom. Thank you for taking back the narrative for women. This is powerful. I want to read it over the pulpits of all the churches who use the Bible to silence women’s voices.
I love this so much.
This is incredible. Thank you.
For a God who counts women’s tears, too many times he seems just fine with it. Even down to the “warning” stories we have. So, so many.
Thanks to you and all the others working to pull threads of gold out of the tapestries we’ve inherited that have been reinforced over the centuries.
Thank you for this beautiful piece!
These words are a gift to be treasured and read over and over. I will be sharing them with my three daughters. Thank you for your beautiful insight.
Bryn goes to grad school, is an amazing mother, an admin in a huge Facebook group, and an activist. I gift you friends like Bryn who will inspire you for the rest of your life.
Such beautiful gifts for my four daughters and four granddaughters. I want nothing less for all of them.