A blog post has been circulating among many of the women in my social network, which skews decidedly evangelical (not always the horrid version of that, currently in vogue). It’s shared as a post of encouragement, inspiration, which is clearly its original intent.
My simple summary of the original post: we women often miss the mountaintop experiences with God because, well, somebody has to stay at home and take care of the kids, the house, the bills, the garden/field, etc. But we should be encouraged, because Jesus meets us there. In the mundane, in the everyday caregiving that we do, Jesus comes to us. Take heart, therefore.
And I get it. (Cue the customary caveats.) I get the point. It has encouraging merit. “You are seen and known and remembered and met, where you are. You don’t have to work toward the mountaintop in order to meet the Lord.”
And it’s true. Jesus – so kind, so generous – does meet us wherever we are: changing a baby’s diaper or in a committee meeting or visiting a parent in a nursing home or buying candy for the neighborhood Easter egg hunt. He meets us in the mundane and everyday. If we can’t get away from our responsibilities, he meets us in the middle of them.
Yep.
BUT.
I have two questions. First, why is it we women so rarely have the transcendent metaphorical mountaintop experiences with Jesus?
Second, doesn’t Jesus meet men in their mundane, too?
When I read a blog post like this, this is what I hear: “Hey, real sorry that you can’t ever leave home, but you should be happy, because Jesus will come to your house. Yay!”
And I want to scream. Because here’s the honest-to-God truth, and I have zero shame in saying it out loud: I WANT IT ALL.
I want to see Jesus in my mundane life…and I want to experience Jesus in the glory of a mountaintop.
I want to know his presence when I’m unloading the dishwasher and making a grocery list and taking the dog on a walk. And I do. I love the satisfaction of an empty dishwasher, and the feeling of provision I have that I can even make such a thing as a grocery list, and the giddying scent of honeysuckle as Milo and I trek to the dog park.
And I also want to know his presence on that mountaintop – I want the transcendence of the beautiful place that took honest effort to arrive at, the glory of the Lord passing by, the uplift to my soul of being fully immersed in his Spirit, no distractions, no other thought but to sit, stand, kneel, raise my hands in wonder and surrender. Oh yes, I want that, too.
Here’s the thing: I’m pretty sure Jesus wants both for me too. I was not designed – no one was designed – to spend all my days in the mundane, any more than any of us was designed to spend all our days in the transcendent mountaintop. We’re made for both. Men and women are made for both.
Ain’t it a shame that, as the blog post correctly points out, so few women get the mountaintop opportunity? And why is that? Because somebody has to take care of things back at home. You know my next question, right? Why does that have to be the women?
Like can’t we take turns? It’s really not asking that much. How about this time the daddy stays to take care of things back at home, while the mommy goes off on a spiritual mountaintop journey? (And news flash, daddies: you don’t get a bronze medal for this; it’s called just being a good partner. Additional aside: I’m married to a stellar example of this, for real.) How about this time the men put the women through seminary? How about this time the men do the food drive while the women take – or teach! – the theology course? Are we not all capable of both? Yes, we are.
On the flip side, can we point out that Jesus meets men in the mundane, too? He meets them when they’re mowing the grass, and on the morning commute to work, and at the sports bar, and while they’re shaving, and when they’re reading the news over lunch.
The truth is, Jesus always meets us where we are, whether we are male or female, whether we are slogging away in the daily or pausing on a peak.
But just because Jesus meets us wherever we are doesn’t necessarily mean we’re in the right place…or that we should stay there.
So the truth must also be that we seek him in all the places. Men, and women, in the everyday, and in the special.
Dear sisters, let us be grateful our Jesus comes to us even if we can’t go somewhere special to meet him. He is kind that way, and I am so grateful, so glad. It is the heart of the Incarnation.
But let us also seek him in the special ways and times and places. Let us run after him everywhere; he will be found.
And dear brothers (and sisters!), do not say, “Jesus can meet you gals at home, so be content.” No. Be bigger than that. Do your part to make the space, the room, the time, the active encouragement, to the women in your life to seek Jesus in the special ways and places. Wherever you have influence, use it for this good. Counter-culture the patriarchy, though it seems to benefit you.
In the end, we would all benefit – men, women, children, and the kingdom of God on earth – if there were a culture in which everybody, everywhere, got to meet Jesus everywhere.