Kimberly Majeski wears many ministry hats (or head coverings if your prefer) as a radio personality, conference speaker, women’s retreat leader, Bible teacher, and pastor. You can now add to that list: guest blogger.
Maybe it is because I’ve been off carbs for six weeks or maybe it’s because I need to purge my sin sick soul, but the bread and wine of Holy Communion are especially sweet today. I take in the broken loaf and my starch starved self is satiated and the wine washes down the heavenly morsels smoothly.
The truth is, I am empty.
The weather has turned cold and the trees now stand bare, undressed by the early winter winds. Today there are student papers to grade, research projects to complete, presentations to polish, deadlines to meet, and dishes in the sink.
For some of us in ministry, somewhere between holy calling and taking out the trash, in between the thin places and the board meetings, we realize the work is hard, the hours are long and the thanks can be, well, sparse at best; it can be arduous work for our tender hearts and frail egos. It can be a trap for those of us given to the chains of achieving, producing, accomplishing, attempting to earn favor. Before the madness creeps in, today I stop to remember an image burned into my heart from a trip to Jerusalem earlier this year.
We were tired. It was the last day of our journey, and we decided to visit Dormition Abbey, the Church of the Assumption of Mary. Though it was cold outside, the church was grand and warm. The domed ceilings covered with golden tiles and her image there smiling with her baby son. The amber light of candles flooded the room and bounced from the gold dome to the limestone floor in a rhythmic dance; the twinkling lights on the tree invited us, “Come in.”
Beyond the sanctuary there was a café, of course there was, this was Our Lady’s place—not a cold stone cathedral but a friendly, cozy space for sharing coffee and croissants and the beauty of the day. We unloaded our weary selves for a moment and enjoyed the sunshine goodness of the winter punch and it struck me, the wonder, the power of the welcoming place.
For all the centuries of debate over Jesus and Women, the rightful place of the—what some dare to call—weaker sex, for all the proof texting and poor Greek of sermons built on feminine submission, in the end…He chose to be made known through her and she welcomed Him well.
I am a daughter of His church and the feminist revolution; raised by a single mother and saint who worked three jobs and made sure we had Jesus and Jordache. She taught my sister and me the stories of the Bible that made known this One who loves and welcomes all, but, sometimes I forget, He welcomes even me. How easily I forget the ways I have known Him.
I have known Him in the arms of women wrapped ‘round one another after the husband and provider of the home is long gone. I have known Him in the prayers of the healers bent over the sick and broken in the late hours of the midnight long after the men have departed under pain too great to bear.
I have known Him in the grocery store as we shop for the ingredients to make a casserole of butter and chicken and love. I have known Him in the gracious hospitality of women just as He first chose to make Himself known to us.
I am a woman fully captivated by the revelation of Jesus in the Word and in the world, mesmerized and happily confounded by the way He chose to come to us. I have spent my life studying the Scriptures and I have a lifetime more to learn but I am caught by the truth that the first to receive and share the Savior was a woman, young and tender who by human logic should have chosen otherwise.
Before the whirlwind of the season takes hold, before I am laid low by all of my own striving to be more, I pause to recognize the miracle of Mary’s discipleship; the simple, profound wonder of her “Yes.” I consider the power of her surrender, and the hope of Christ, the One who saw fit to come to us—to women– broken and imperfect as we are and allow Himself to be made known through us, I eat, I drink and I am filled.
About Today’s Guest Blogger
Kimberly Majeski is a scholar, preacher and author who challenges her audiences to find the life-transforming connection between their personal story and the inspiring, ancient story of the Scriptures. As a radio personality, conference speaker, women’s retreat leader, Bible teacher, and pastor, Kimberly captivates audiences with her ability to exposit Biblical truths through storytelling that is engaging, transparent and uplifting. Kimberly and her husband Kevin reside in Anderson, Indiana where she serves as professor of Biblical Studies at Anderson University.
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Next Week’s Blogger: Carolyn Custis James