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Advent Annunciation 2021

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Years ago our then-pastor Tony Palubicki preached an Advent sermon using art. He showed us pictures of the Annunciation, including an amazing panting titled “Overshadowed.” Artist Patty Wickman produced it December 21, 2008.

I fell in love with Wickman’s painting at first glance. Mary comes too often in that Raphael-esque “aren’t you the image of feminine virtue” with a veil and is not relatable as the unwed teen mother she was about to become. Or the story she couldn’t tell. Or the woman with a definite strain on her forthcoming marriage. She carried all that and Jesus, too.

And then a couple of weeks ago a friend posted this poem by Kaitlin Shelter, and I cried my eyes out. This is what is wrong with how churches see women, and this is why Mary is the ultimate example of what it means to be a Christian woman, not the veils and the downcast eyelashes and the artful folds in her robe of the male masters who decided she needed to be softened at the edges. She changed the world, not as a vessel, but as a woman who raised divinity with humanity. She spanked him, changed his diapers, and cried her eyes out at what was coming. And she did it all in a world full of men who debated when the Messiah would show up and how they would all be ready to greet him and be part of his wonderful army and reign.

SOMETIMES I WONDER by Kaitlin Shelter:

sometimes I wonder

if mary breastfed jesus

if she cried out when he bit her

or if she sobbed when he would not latch

and sometimes I wonder

if this is all too vulgar

to ask in a church

full of men

without milk stains on their shirts

or coconut oil on their breasts

preaching from pulpits off limits to the mother of god

but then i think of feeding jesus

birthing jesus

the expulsion of blood

and smell of sweat

the salt of a mother’s tears

onto the soft head of the salt of the earth

feeling lonely

and tired

hungry

annoyed

overwhelmed

loving and i think

if the vulgarity of birth is not

honestly preached

by men who carry power but not burden

who carry privilege but not labor

who carry authority but not submission

then it should not be preached at all

because the real scandal of the birth of god

lies in the cracked nipples of a14 year old

and not in the sermons of ministers

who say women

are too delicate

to lead

Thank you Kaitlin, Thank you Patty, Thank you Jesus

The Monday Book – Lonesome Traveler, The life of Lee Hays by Doris Willens

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Guest reviewer this week is Jack Beck

A few weeks ago I reviewed a book about Woody Guthrie and Cisco Houston and this one which I purchased at the same time is something of a companion to that.

Lee Hays was the left wing son of a Methodist preacher and became active in the New York folk scene in the 1940s alongside Woody, Pete Seeger and others in a group called ‘The Almanac Singers’. Eventually Seeger, Hays, Fred Hellerman and Ronnie Gilbert formed ‘The Weavers’ who went on to enormous success and sold millions of records worldwide.

Willens lived next door to Hays in a New York apartment block and recorded many interviews with him, which are the basis of this book. It covers both his early life in Arkansas and his later involvement with radical organizations such as the ‘Highlander School’ in Tennessee, which led to his meeting up with Seeger.

This work is well researched, with a full section of references and doesn’t shirk from describing his difficult relationships with his family, the Almanacs and the Weavers.

Hays wrote a number of songs that have become part of the folk ‘canon’ and been recorded by numerous well known artists – ‘If I had a Hammer’ and ‘Kisses Sweeter than Wine’ may be the best known. He had a particular love of children and alongside his work with ‘The Weavers’ he formed a group called ‘The Babysitters’ which included the author of this book. They made a number of albums of songs either wholly or partly written by Hays.

The final chapter includes a very poignant description of the final farewell concert by The Weavers at Carnegie Hall where Hays was in a wheelchair after having both legs amputated due to diabetes.

I enjoyed reading this and recommend it to anyone interested in US left wing politics and folk music of the 1930s, 1940s, into the McCarthy era and beyond.