To allow “the flesh to show us the divine,” rather than the other way around, requires a certain courage in the face of long-standing theological denials of the flesh that have shaped contemporary cultural assumptions about the relationship of divinity to bodies.
--Laurel Schneider, Promiscuous Incarnation
Chastity has then, it has even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.
--Virginia Woolf on “Shakespeare’s Gifted Sister” from A Room of One’s Own
Jesus’ Gifted Sister

The siblings’ parents, Mary and Joseph, are chronically frustrated by Jesus’ failure to be obedient in even simple things, like coming home from the Temple on time. It is gentle, convivial Judith who is the apple of her parent’s eye. She helps Mary around the house, turning dirty clothes to clean, simple foods into feasts. Judith is modest and humble, allowing herself to be governed by the rules of her faith. It makes her lonely, with no one to talk to but Jesus when he’s not gallivanting about, but she doesn’t mind. All she wants is to be seen and valued equally with her brother, the one person in all the world most like her, so that she might go out into the world and help to heal it.
Her brother leaves home, to share the knowledge and mystery of human existence as a divine experience. She gets word, occasionally, about his miracles and teachings. She is proud of him, happy to think that his presence alone is sufficient witness to the presence of G*d in man, and man’s abiding home in G*d. She is certain that people, exposed to such unconditional, radical and superabundant love, will see themselves as they truly are and mend any errant, uncaring, ignorant ways. Understanding for herself the blissful mystery of divine intercourse, she is certain that it cannot help but change the world by moving people’s hearts. Judith senses that miracles are a fine way to illustrate the abundance of power to be had in surrender to Divine Will, and begins to perform small ones of her own around the neighborhood. Judith is promptly summoned home and told by her father that she must hide her miracles, for they threaten the ‘natural’ order of things. Judith is taught that she must not be seen as anything less than a treasure of soft, compliant womanhood and will never be anything more than a commodity, a property.

As she travels, she heals others. She feeds and is fed; she teaches and is taught. It is an arduous trek, riddled with violence and hatred. She arrives in Jerusalem and is denied all succor. Having been raped on the way, she is now unclean. Having arrived poor because she was robbed, she is seen as unworthy of anything but condescending pity. No one wants her, no one helps her, no one sees her. It requires little imagination to consider that a highly gifted girl trying to use her gifts for beauty and compassion is so rejected and denied, so tortured and torn apart by her own lived contradictions, that she loses her health and a good bit of her sanity. Yet, she perseveres. Trying ceaselessly and by embodied example to share with the people of Jerusalem the urgent beauty and compassionate necessity for all G*d’s creatures to care for one another, she resorts to publicly performing a miracle. Before Jews and Romans alike, right in the middle of the market square, she turns an old, ailing beggar woman into a fresh, vibrant young man. She is stoned to death on the spot. So is the miraculous young man for, having once been a decrepit old hag, surely this transformation from second to first class citizen is an act of the greatest evil, imperiling all who witnessed it—especially the other women in the market.
Judith loses her life. The rest of humanity has incurred a far greater loss, one they may never even notice, all and only because this time when G*d came down, It entered a female being through something other than her vagina, in a fashion other than conquest. If we are all the arguable embodiments of the Divine, and the scriptural interpretation of getting to G*d by moving through a human body over the course of a life is accurate, then we must learn to honor G*d by our care of every body, every color, every gender and every faith. At this stage of the game, I believe we can ill afford to lose any more of Jesus’ gifted siblings, regardless of the packaging they come in.
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Transvestite Jesus, Bill Burch 2009 |