Not over yet…

 Lamentation 3:19-24

The thought of my affliction and my homelessness

is wormwood and gall!

My soul continually thinks of it

and is bowed down within me.

But this I call to mind,

and therefore I have hope:

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases,

his mercies never come to an end;

they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,

“therefore I will hope in him.”

In the silence of this day

when the crowd baying for blood

have gone home satisfied

to cherish their moment of victory

God does not rest from justice

Already hell is being harrowed - 

that work of pulling from the depths

those condemned and rejected is underway

There are those who imagine the fight is over

While God continues to work underground

Recovering and restoring the depth and vibrancy and colour

of all the long forgotten hues

that the creator endorsed

at the beginning of time

whispering to each:

The divine spark lives in you

You are beloved - and 

Resurrection is coming

May it be so.

(Liz Crumlish, Holy Saturday 2025)

Non binary affirmation

 

John 13:1-6

Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him.

Jesus washed their feet 

all of them

In the middle of the celebrations

Jesus stooped to wash their feet

and dried them with a towel

an act of pre-meditated care

that showed how things might be

And then at table, 

Jesus fed them

all of them

in an act of pre-meditated love

that traversed every divide 

For all are welcome

All are loved

All are included

And the divisions we encounter

And the labels we impose

are not of God

who created all in marvellous love

and who holds all in unfathomable light

and who enables all in incredible potential

beyond our restrictive binary notions

So you, my friend

You are God’s beloved 

The very image of God

May you encounter God

stooping to wash your feet

May you see God

offering you a place at the table

May you know God

loving the very bones of you

marvellously created in the image of a non-binary God

(Liz Crumlish, Maundy Thursday 2025)

Such a bloke!

 

When I wrote ‘Miriam’s Sisters, Deborah’s Daughters’, my aim was to uncover the biblical stories of the women who had been hidden in narratives edited by the patriarchy. To re-imagine what leadership might look like if our exemplars were women rather than men. I didn’t have to look far or dig too deeply - the women are most certainly there - just covered up by the amplification of many less competent men around them.

I was reminded yesterday of just one of the things that is manifest in patriarchal leadership - that absolute confidence to take on a task even when only part of the task can be imagined: While women might pause to consider the full implications and be more hesitant, men will often leap right in as soon as they see the beginning.

This Palm Sunday, as we reflect on the story of Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey, to the adulation of the crowds around him, I’m grateful for that trait in Jesus that made him ‘such a bloke’. To take on flesh and blood, not knowing where that would take him, what he would encounter on the way and the cost of paying the price in the vengeful politics of empire that don’t react well to subversive opponents. I’m grateful that he was willing to carry on regardless, meeting and enduring each part of the mission.

As we move through this week, considered holy in the Christian calendar, bearing witness to how the journey became lonelier for Jesus and how he became more isolated in ‘seeing it through’, may our gaze encompass the courage and tenacity of the women who accompanied him all the way to death and beyond. As we celebrate that Jesus was ‘such a bloke’ in embarking on a mission whose end he could never orchestrate or conceive, may we notice the women who remained with him at the cross, who prepared to anoint him in death and who were witnesses to resurrection.

Hold my Beer!

 

Truly I tell you, wherever this good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.
Matthew 13:26 

It seems that, all of my life, I have disappointed people by not conforming to their notion of how things could or should be done. And, time and again, I have had to forge a path through territory in which it was clear I wasn't expected to thrive. All of which simply gave me more determination, not only to find a way, but to find a tribe and to form companionship along the way. For me, it seems, there is no greater motivation to succeed than being told I shouldn't go there!

I have taken inspiration from many Biblical women, named and unnamed, who displayed traits of leadership rarely recognised in any leadership tomes or seminars. Skills like tenacity, passion, creativity, or persistence, skills that subverted the culture in which they lived, and enabled them not simply to survive, but to flourish in the midst of  patriarchy.

Writing, for me, has always been a way to process and reflect. And, on occasion, those reflections have proved threatening to some.

Mary of Bethany or the woman with the Alabaster Jar, who anointed Jesus before his death, is just one of my inspirations. She was a woman unafraid to display her passion and her sensuousness, unwilling to curb her spontaneity for the sake of the men around her who were clearly discomfited by her extravagance.
What if our worship engaged more than the cerebral and we found an openness to all of our senses being scintillated? What then?

Mary, a woman of passion
who refused to indulge
the notion of propriety
held by the men around her
a woman who loved all over Jesus,
body, mind and soul
a woman who intuited the passion to come
and anointed her beloved
in preparation for his death
Through the ages,
she might have been labelled a witch
for her knowing,
her knowing what was to come,
her knowing what potion might soothe
her knowing how to love before death
May we remember her wherever the good news is told today
bewitched by Mary, a woman of passion.

(Liz Crumlish April 2025)

My book is available here: Miriam's Sisters, Deborah's Daughters When women lead the way by Liz Crumlish - Paperback / softback - 9781786226051