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The Highest Form of Hope

... not just wishful thinking

 

Fin...


On thursday I wrote my last exam in the college of Education.

I can't believe it's over.

I'm happy. I'm looking forward to having more time to hang out with friends and family, to garden, paint, to spend time with my husband and my son, and to spending more time in real life.
I'm also wondering what likfe will be like without school. As much as I complained, I really enjoyed university. And I'm going to miss my classmates and some of my profs...

When I found out I was pregnant with Sasha, it was during my first semester exams. I thought that there would be no way I could finish my degree. But thanks to so many people, I was able to finish - and not in eight years like I had anticipated.

So thank you Sasha for being such an easy going kid; thank you mom for taking time off work to watch Sasha providing supper to a starving intern; thank you dad for saving for my education and always encouraging me to do my best; thank you Baba Elena,Baba Sonya, Grandpa Paul and Vladimir and for looking after Sasha at a moments notice and for all the obsenely large amounts of food - for all your generousity and encouragement; thank you friends for being a listenning ear; thank you JP for understanding me and always cheering me on; thank you church for giving me freedom to pursue my gifts; and thank you Paul for your support, love, encouragement and for talking to me about my day and about everything I learned. I love you so much!


My last words written as a student of education (on my EDADM exam) were as follows:

"In loco parentis can also prove problematic for teachers because few parents are responsible for the supervision and well-being of 35-120 children."

An apropriate farwell to the College of Education.

 
 

The Glass Wall


The Mennonite Brethren Conference is currently undergoing a process of decision making about the issue of women in leadership. There has been numerous articles in the Herald, some thoughtful, others reactionary, on this contentious topic. Soon it will be time for decision making. Paul and I are planning to head out to Calgary to vote this July.

It's weird how strongly this issue has polarized people. To me, the issue is sort of a symptom of some greater problems revolving around gender roles and the church. I would be just as a happy if we addressed these problems first, before tackling the whole "women in leadership" issue. What I fear is that after we finally come to consensus about women in leadership, we will pat ourselves on the back and believe that we have resolved sexism in the church.

The first problem I see is with the segregation of women in church programming. Women are separated from men (and men from women) and thus do not benefit from the mentorship of the often male leadership who have theological knowledge to offer. I can see how sometimes this is necessary and healthy for discussion as people may feel more comfortable expressing questions and issues in a single sex context. But too often, women are left out of important theological discussions - I believe that this is mostly unintentional and maybe stems from a desire to maintain appropriate boundaries. But this can leave women's ministry a theological wasteland dominated by pop Christian culture and self help fads. These types of influences often view what it means to be a Christian woman in a very narrow mindset simply because they are marketed for an audience - white, married, middle class stay at home moms with school aged children. This leaves a vast population of women outside the norm - not to mention women who hunger and thirst for more than self help. This could all change if more women entered seminary and full time ministry. But it is likely that this may not happen for a very, very long time - especially when it is not something that is encouraged.

When I was at Bible College, I noticed an interesting phenomenon. Girls were held to a higher standard than guys in almost every regard - academics, involvement, and morality (this is a whole discussion unto itself). Girls generally did better in their studies, they broke less rules and many went on to get their BA's (though not often in theology). But where did they go from there? Did they get hired somewhere? Unfortunately churches do not reflect the reality of Bible College. Women, as deserving as men spend thousands of dollars to never get hired. When they cannot find work in what they have been trained to do they are told that they can volunteer or maybe serve on a committee. Not exactly an answer a male Bible college grad would accept. It's hypocritical to hold girls to a higher standard of Christian living and study, especially when there is no vocation available to them when they graduate. And let's not fool ourselves into thinking that just because we accept the idea of women as senior pastors that it will actually happen.

Sure, many give lip service to the idea of women in ministry. There are female Bible College professors - but how many of them teach theology? There are many great women of the Bible, but how often are they used as models for all Christians? There are many church leaders who encourage girls to enter Bible College, but how many church leaders actively pursue the theological training of women?

Remember the verse that there is neither "Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female?" We need to realize that we are all in this together - male and female. Separating ourselves by different standards or different programs does nothing for unity. Excluding certain people from theological dialogue is not unifying. We all should be challenged, encouraged and mentored. We should all have the opportunity to exercise gifts. A rubber stamp of approval on women as senior pastors will be meaningless unless we also take a good look at our programs and assumptions surrounding gender roles and the church.

 
 

Dear Maya,


Loneliness sucks.
Putting effort into friendships is hard. Your always second guessing yourself and always looking for reciprocation when some people just aren't capable of reciprocation - sometimes they're just too self conscious.

Sometimes I envy you - being in a new situation where no one knows you. You can recreate your identity with the people you meet. I suppose we're all in the process of always recreating our identities. There are many different messages we send to people to communicate who we are. We dress a certain way, the tone of our voice, the people we choose to be around, the people we choose to avoid - they are all messages we send asserting our identity - albeit unconsciously half the time.

So how do people know me? How can I say that I am known? How do I reveal myself to anyone? There's the face I present to the world and then there's the face you see. I choose to reveal the most difficult parts of myself to you and my closest friends. I do this because I trust you. However, this does not mean that I completely hide my difficult parts to the world. I hint at them, in my writing - as you do in your painting and in you films. I sometimes wonder at how people would picture you if they only saw your painting hanging in a gallery with a name, date, and media. Maybe a picture is more appropriate than words.

Ask me to describe myself. I can't. Well I could try but I don't think the English language could contain every facet of myself. Sounds conceited, but I think this is true for all people. I could give the reader a fairly accurate interpretation, but I'm not sure if they could really know me after reading hundreds upon hundreds of pages but never seeing my face or having a conversation with me. They'd probably remark, "you know, you're really different that I pictured you." And of course just because I've taken the time to deliberately choose every word, does mean they'll appreciate it or even understand it. Or if you wrote about me for instance. I'm sure you would be able to see things about my personality that I had never noticed.

If I cannot even know myself, how can I know God? A being I've never seen - never interacted with in the way I interact with humans! How can I even attempt to understand what is written about God when I know that I could not even contain myself to a language? I suppose that's why scripture uses stories, poems, songs, metaphors... It is simply impossible to pin down a being by just using descriptive language. Even with this, scripture cannot sum up all of who God is - if God uses a story, the story would be unending. If God uses images, we could never hope to fully interpret them. Surely I'm supposed to know something - but what? And how?

I know that I have to be fully known by someone, otherwise I could not exist. And I am told that someday I will know and be fully known....
A small voice tells me that humility is key.

Sofie

 
 

Dear Sofie,


Dear Sofie,

Its good to here that you have found direction. Too bad it only costs $3000.00 a semester! Ha ha ha, funny yet quietly depressing.

Youre saying that I'm looking for an image? Interesting. Now I know that you did not mean image in the way of a personal sense of style! Trust me, if I was devoid of talent I could just go and buy a pair of chunky funky glasses, get my hair highlighted and dress in all black (oh, don't forget the scarf!) - then I would have found my image! I hate art students.

My image ... Whistler, Klee, Roualt. I must be connected to history. I don not believe that art is essentially about creativity. Most of the people we consider as the greatest artists of history were merely following the directions of noble patrons. I've been thinking about this a lot since my show is scheduled for this March... I want to do something with history for sure. I was thinking about icons - but doing an installation of some sort. Don't worry; it will be excessively strange and elitist - just for your sake!

Writing to you has been very good, but in some ways it has made me miss you more. Sadly, I have not been able to replicate anything close to the depth of our friendship here at university. Oh sure I have people to hang out with. We sit around after class complaining about our Profs or our hectic schedules or student loans. We talk about the so called deep issues of life. But it's not about being vulnerable or even honest. It's about comparing ourselves to one another. Who is the smartest; who is the most original; who has it all together; who is the most messed up. We feel each other out, trying to figure out if we can trust these people by being dishonest with them. Really quite screwed up.

I guess since we've been friends so long, I forgot how much work a friendship actually is. I forgot that there is nothing worse than being unknown.


Maya