If there was one thing about Catholicism that totally freaked me out, it was Mary. I just didn't get it. Why did the Catholics make such a big deal out of her? After all, she was just a human being who needed salvation like everyone else. So far as I could tell, there wasn't anything special about her.
God could have chosen anyone to be the mother of Jesus. Catholics, I believed, had falsely elevated a human woman–a glorification that would have probably horrified Mary herself. Indeed, it was a glorification that flew too closely to goddess worship and plain ol' idolatry.
When I saw those Catholic bumper stickers that said: "If you can't find Jesus, look for His Mother," I was astounded and offended. How could Catholics be so blatant about their blasphemy? By giving Mary such a place of preeminence, weren't they diminishing the centrality of the cross and work of Christ?
I never really stopped to think about the ways we, as fundamentalists, elevated other heroes of our faith. For some reason it never seemed to bother me how much we loved and exalted the apostle Paul or John the Revelator. We were forever quoting Romans and pondering the Apocalypse, but I can honestly say that I never ONCE heard a sermon that reflected on Mary.
Mary, you see, was just not that important.
God was male. Jesus was male. Paul was male. Luther was male. All the important heroes of the Christian faith were male. I cannot emphasize enough how the fundamentalist faith of my childhood was predominantly and emphatically masculine.
Women were God's afterthought–created for the sole purpose of serving men.
Looking back, I can begin to understand why we didn't give Mary much thought. In fundamentalism, women are second-class citizens. No wonder we treated Mary the same way.
The problem with being raised with an emphatically masculine faith was that it gave me a very distorted image of God. I'd often heard that we were created in God's image. But if God were male, what part of God's image did I reflect as a woman?
Additionally, the God of my childhood was a roaring, Almighty, vengeful God. I was terrified of Him. I often imagined him as a stern-faced judge just waiting to strike me down should I make a mistake.
When my childhood church imploded because of massive moral failure on the part of the male leadership, the engine of my belief just started shutting down involuntarily.
I didn't know how to talk to God anymore. My twisted image of God prevented me from being able to come back to Him.
To my dismay, I discovered that all paths back to God were blocked.
I couldn't see God except through the lens of fundamentalism. If my relationship with God was going to be restored, I needed to see Him from a different point of view.
The first time I ever began to appreciate Mary happened during a moment of sheer desperation.
I had just given birth to premature twins and was standing in the NICU watching the nurses try to find a vein in one of my twins' arms. They couldn't find a vein and my fragile, underweight baby was screaming in agony as they prodded and pricked.
They wouldn't let me hold her or touch her. I could do nothing to ease my child's pain. I had no choice but to watch her suffer.
"We're going to need to find a vein in her head," one of the nurses said. At that moment, I thought I would pass out. I could not BEAR to watch my child in physical anguish. I felt so helpless and alone. I thought I would vomit.
I leaned against the incubator to steady myself and at that moment, I was struck with a thought: this is a small taste of what Mary felt like while watching her Son suffer.
I'd never once felt a kinship with Mary. But in that moment it was like a firmly closed door opened just the tiniest bit. A crack of light appeared in my consciousness.
Mary understands. Mary watched her child suffer and there was nothing she could do about it. Mary understands.
I broke down sobbing right there in the NICU. I'd felt so abandoned by God and betrayed by church and Christians. I'd felt so alone.
But in that moment, I realized Jesus hadn't forsaken me.
Because He'd sent His Mother to comfort me.
Part 2 next week!
**Comments that are disparaging to Catholics and/or Mary will not be published. There is so much misinformation and misunderstanding among Protestants regarding Mary that I have chosen not to perpetuate that on my blog. Thank you for understanding.**
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