"Journey To The Promised Land"

Exodus 1-13

"When Israel was in Egypt land;

Let My People Go!

Oppressed so hard, they could not stand;

Let My People Go!

Go Down, Moses, way down in Egypt land;

Tell ole Pharaoh, to let my people go!"

Here we are back to the place where we started from.  For obvious reasons, I took a detour to be present in the moment of the holiday season.  While I'm sure it is hard for many of you to believe that I am indeed a Christian, it's true - I am.  And although I'm sure many of you would also find it hard to believe that I am a bit traditional when it comes my faith walk, that too is also true...  But read me carefully; I said, "traditional," not conservative.  Certainly not narrow in my focus or my approach to encountering the Divine in all of its manifestations.  So yes, I am moved when the sacred text records King David as writing, "O taste and see that the Lord is good" (Psalm 34:8a).  I like that!  That's good stuff!  And since I like to believe that I have a rather sophisticated and discriminating palate, delighting in a plethora of cuisines, it should be no surprise that I enjoy the adventure of the journey.  I get excited about the many routes the journey may take us.  I look forward to the high peaks and yes, even the valley lows.  For without them, we are just church playing, bible thumping, pseudo believers, who are probably engaged in and/or are members of what a former professor of mine so aptly characterized as a personality cult.  Although I hate to say it, that too is one of the routes on the journey that many of us must take in order to get to the promised land.  Which just so happens to be the subject of this post.

As you know, we are reading Reading the Bible Again for the First Time by Marcus Borg.  We have gotten through Genesis and are now into the book of Exodus.  Yes, I know I've missed posting on some of the most exciting and controversial chapters and characters of the bible, but how many times do you all need to hear about the mysterious disappearance of Ishmael and the even more mysterious re-appearance of Isaac where Ishmael was said to be?  How many times do you all need to hear about Esau being swindled and cheated out of his birthright and his blessing by a conniving "co-mother," Rebekah and her son, his brother, Jacob - who we have also come to know as Israel?  Indeed I lament not posting about the rape of Dinah, and two of her brother's plot to avenge her honor by tricking the assailant and his fellow brethren into circumcising themselves and then killing them while they were recovering from it.  Yikes!

Then there's the epic tale of Joseph, the dream-weaver and his [rainbow] coat of many colors ;) ;) - who is thrown into a pit by his brothers, sold into servitude to Potiphar, an officer of Pharaoh, "where he found favor in his sight and attended him..."  Whew... Umph, umph, umph...  Though my mouth is watering over this, I'm gonna leave that alone.  After that, he is allegedly sexually harassed by Potiphar's wife, and thrown into a dungeon.  But, after revealing the meaning of Pharaoh's dreams foretelling famine, he finds favor with Pharaoh.  He rises to a place of honor and a seat of power, second only to Pharaoh, saves Egypt and consequently his own family; And, just when you thought it was all over, he is summoned by his father, Jacob aka Israel, to come and put his hand under his thigh to make a promise that he will not bury him in Egypt.  Uh, Umph...  Lawd hammercy ya'll...  I don't think I can walk away from this one...  "Put your hand under my thigh!"  What?  Wait a minute now...  Okay, okay, OK!  But trust and believe, I am going to come back to this epic tale - I must, I really must!  Anyhue, moving right along.  Eventually, Joseph dies and like his father, he too makes his brothers swear that they will not bury him in Egypt.  He didn't require them to put their hands under his thigh though...  Jeez Louise...  I'm jes saying.

Joseph's death brings us right into Exodus.  In fact the first 13 chapters of Exodus is about the birth of Moses, his time in Egypt, his encounter with the Sacred through a burning bush, and the great commission to go back to Egypt to tell Pharaoh to let the Israelites go.  God had heard the misery of the Israelites who, due to their increased numbers - and the fact that there was now a new Pharaoh, who didn't give a rat's @$$ about Joseph and all that he had done for Egypt - were now slaves under the oppressive yoke of Pharaoh.  This is the story of Israel.  It is how they got over.  This story is told time and time again, for all generations to come.  It is the moment in the history of the Jews where YHWH (Yahweh) stepped in, remembered the promise made to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, aka Israel, and thought it was high time that S/HE made good on that promise.  

This is also a very critical narrative in the lives of African Americans.  As a people, the Exodus narrative and the relationship developed between Moses and God throughout the telling of the Exodus story is reminiscent of the enslaved African's plight under the yoke of a contemporary Pharaoh - America and the institution of chattel slavery.  Like the Israelites, the enslaved Africans looked and hoped for their very own "Moses" - the one that would come to deliver them from physical bondage.  That is why every time there arise from the shadows of our collective whole, one that appears to have an extraordinary desire and gift to speak of freedom from the oppressive systems of power, privilege and principalities, and then acts with deliberate intent and speed to bring about the very freedoms they speak of both individually and collectively, that we affectionately refer to them as our "Moses."  

We don't know for sure if there ever was a great exodus out of Egypt, but we do know that here in America, there was a people, enslaved - a people "oppressed so hard they could not stand," a people beaten, raped, hunted down like dogs, and lynched with impunity.  There was a people, who worked in the blistering heat in tobacco fields - a people that picked and chopped cotton from sun up to sun down, all the while bearing the lash of the taskmasters whip.  There was a people who cried out to the Lord to send a deliverer who would come and "Tell ole Pharaoh to let my people go."  Indeed there was a people who waited and in many ways, are still waiting for the deliverer who will move us on through the next phase of the journey toward the promised land - where we may all be free - free from all forms of oppression and discrimination, where we can worship God how we damn well please.  There was a people, there is a people.  We are the people, who will get to the promised land.  RIZE UP and BE FREE!

"Your foes shall not before you stand;

Let my people go!

And you'll possess fair Canaan's land;

Let my people go!

Go down, Moses, way down in Egypt land;

Tell ole Pharaoh, to let my people go!"    
© Dorinda G. Henry, 2011

THEOLOGIA HABITUS EST!

"When Morning Comes"

"We  will return to our regular scheduled program later in the week, but first, a word from our sponsor..."

Hello...  Rev. Henry here; I just wanted to stop in to share a few thoughts with you.  Admittedly after the holidays, I'm more than a little worn out, so this post is going to be short and sweet - or quick and dirty, whichever one suits your fancy.  If what I've heard from a couple of my readers is true, it will be a nice break from my other "long winded" postings.  To that I say, "Whatever!  I'm a writer - and writers write so >:p~ on you!"  But seriously, 2010 has come and gone.  It was a very interesting year to say the least.  I experienced some very high highs and some very low lows.  I've gained and lost friends and in a couple of instances, the friends I gained were the same friends I lost - thankfully not to death, but certainly as a friend no more.  But as the song goes, "Time is filled with swift transition."  And while those losses may not have been due to physical deaths, they are nevertheless "deaths" of another kind.

In my experiences, I have found that it is often times necessary for God to shut, bolt and lock the door on people, situations and relationships in order for me to move in the direction and onto the path S/HE has for me.  I don't recommend this level of stubbornness, because its companions are distress, frustration, hurt, disappointment, disrespect, depression and anger.  All of which have the potential to cause life threatening diseases.  Therefore, I come to this post as one who has decided to live, and to live, love and laugh abundantly.  So, if you find this post causing you to yawn a little, I understand...  Really I do, but hear me as I say this in the best Clark Gable voice this bald-headed, black woman in Atlanta, Georgia could muster up - "Frankly my dear; I don't give a damn."  Because through it all, and in spite of the ups and downs, the ins and outs - through all of the wasted time of sitting in and watching contrived exhibitions of Christian piety, the tomfoolery and buffoonery, God has been good to me.  And, as a faithful woman, I believe we have to go through some tough times to enjoy the good times - that we have to wade in some dirty, stale, stank, and funky waters to get to the other side - to get to freedom.  We may not always understand, or see "what the end is g'on be," but we have to run on to the end and trust that God knows what's best for us.

As I say goodbye and goodnight to 2010, and to the many "deaths" I've experienced, I am comforted in knowing that when morning comes, it brings with it the dawning of a new day, new possibilities, new friendships, new situations, new relationships and new opportunities to get it right, to say it right, to do it right.  Gone are the proverbial shackles on my feet that held me in a state of  perpetual bondage.  I's free now!  And like Harriet Tubman, I'm g'on see how many mo' slaves I's can help get free. 

© Dorinda G. Henry, 2011

THEOLOGIA HABITUS EST!

"Glory To The New Born King... Now What?"

The Christmas holiday is now over and many of us have spent way too much money on gifts that we won't be able to wear next year, or electronics that will be upgraded - making that new Wii look antiquated, and ate enough turkey and dressing not to want to see a turkey leg for another 11 months; Oh, and I almost forgot - the reason for the season - the birth of little baby Jesus...  Sooo now that we have obeyed the Hark! And listened intently to The Herald Angels Sing (Messengers bringing the "Good News" about the birth of Jesus), we've girded up our loins to Go Tell It On The Mountain, and listened to the Little Drummer Boy serenade baby Jesus on a calm and Silent Night - a night boasting "a triumph of the skies" - that astronomical occurrence said to happen only once every 3,000 years - what's next? 

What do we do now?  Now that the child who was born to swallow up death has arrived, are we to continue living the same way?  Are we to continue on the same course we were presently on, even though it does nothing to nurture our soul or adds to our spiritual growth?  Do we continue with the same go nowhere do nothing crowd?  Or do we change our minds and get involved with our own salvation, both personally and spiritually?  It's time out for lazy Christians who quote biblical scripture to buttress their prejudices without a full understanding of what it is they are quoting.  It's time out for opportunistic and convenient activist who show up at dark times in other people's lives.  It's time out for doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome.  And finally, it's time out for playing church!  

With the birth of Jesus, aka Emmanuel (God with us), more is required of us.  A sacrifice of the Most High has guaranteed our ransom.  We ought to want to do better, to be better, to love harder.  If God required a sacrifice of God's Self, what must S/HE require of us?  The birth of Jesus is said to have reconciled God to humankind; What then will it take for humans to be reconciled to one another?  Now is the time for humankind - men and women - to take responsibility not only for our own self, but to get actively involved in the life  and struggles of others.  With the birth of Jesus, the logos made flesh, we must show up, be present and accounted for and become worthy of such an awesome sacrifice. 

As I close I want to invite you to participate in an age-old tradition that I grew up knowing as "Watch Night" Service.  On December 31, 1862 enslaved Africans in America gathered together to wait for the news that freedom had come by way of Abraham Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation.  On January 1, 1863, the word did indeed come - although freedom in its purest sense was still elusive.  Since that time, African Americans have gathered together in homes and churches across this nation and abroad in worship, song and praise to commemorate the night that our ancestors watched and waited for freedom's arrival.  Just as they stood watch over freedom, we too will gather together in celebration, song, dance and praise to watch over our spiritual relationship with God and the coming of a New Year, full of new possibilities, new beginnings, renewed covenants and yes, new freedoms!  

For more information please visit our website at www.rizefellowship.org.  RIZE UP and BE FREE!
© Dorinda G. Henry, 2010

THEOLOGIA HABITUS EST!           

" T'is The Season"

Luke 2:1-14(15-20)

Said the shepard boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know
In your palace wall mighty king
Do you know what I know
A child, a child
Shivers in the cold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Let us bring him silver and gold

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know...  It has been a minute since my last post, but my goodness it is the holiday season, and for us Christians, it's Christmas! You know that time of year that we have set aside to celebrate the birth of little baby Jesus!  And how do we celebrate the birth of baby Jesus?  We go out and blow our rent, mortgage, car and/other utilities payment to buy a Wii, Xbox's, and games that cost over $50.00 a pop - all the while celebrating the birth of baby Jesus!  And yes, I, even I am trying to get a call into to Santa for an IPad.  I mean seriously, if I had that IPad I could have posted much sooner than now and you would have already gotten my take on this particular time of the year and my feelings about the birth of little baby Jesus.  You would have already learned that I believe we are not telling the real story of Jesus' birth and the significance of it to people who are not among the "Who's Who," or those who have been cut off, locked out and ostracized from family, church and community.

Instead of telling the story of the birth of Jesus in the usual glorious way, I'll start by talking about where he was born - in a stable behind the home of a relative of either Mary or Joseph.  I would have already told you that within this stable, we would have found animals of course and all the accouterments of high-end living for animals!  The stable was probably damp and cold with very little to no sanitary place for the birth of anything, especially our Lord and Saviour for crying out loud!  No doubt, there was hay, grass or some other manner of food only fit for animals.   Food that was placed inside a little wooden trough, or in this case, also known as a manger - the same kind of manger that little baby Jesus was born in!  Yes, baby Jesus was born in a feeding trough for animals.  Have you heard that preached on Sunday morning?  I doubt it.  And those swaddling clothes - was more like a blanket or pieces of a blanket or other hand-me-down pieces of cloth Mary and Joseph may have managed to find lying around to wrap baby Jesus up in the ancient practice of swaddling.  And if you're now wondering what "swaddling" is, it is an old technique or practice used to restrict the movement of a newly born baby's limbs.  It protects the baby from his/her own limbs and keeps them warm.  It also acts to keep the baby all snuggle bunny as if still in the womb until the baby is ready to spread their wings.  Trust and believe, if you have had a baby or know someone who has, I promise, you have seen a baby wrapped in the art of "swaddling."

Okay, enough of that.  Now where was I?  Oh yeah, if I had that IPad, I could have already told you the particular significance of Luke's account of the birth of little baby Jesus.  Luke tells us shepherds were at the scene of his birth.  They were "living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night" (v. 8b).  Why is this important?  Because  on the one hand, King David, Jesus' ancestor - that reckless, dancing, adulterer and murderer - was also a lowly and comely shepherd before he became king.  Furthermore, by pointing out that the shepherds were 'living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock,' the writer of Luke is signifying that these particular shepherds were probably outcasts in the community because they were not home protecting their wives and family.  So now we have a miracle child - a bastard child borne of a woman that the Catholic church would have us to believe was a virgin before the pregnancy and yes, even after little baby Jesus was born.  As the sacred text records, aside from the fact of the record, this child was also "registered" right along with the regular ole common folk, sinners like you and me; he was born in abject poverty with nothing but a few poor shepherds, some sheep and various other animals to bear witness of his birth, and yet this is the child who would be the Christ or Messiah.  I mean really...  Can you get anymore humbling than that?  Think about it...  As we have also read, this baby Jesus was also  said to be Emmanuel, that is, "God with us."  So what we really have here is God humbling himself to the extent that S/HE chose to come to us as lowly and abased as one could.  It is no wonder that Luke emphasized the celebration of such a birth with  "a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God" (v. 13b).  It gives a whole new meaning to the words, "Blessed is anyone who takes no offense at me" (Luke 7:23).

So, I get it.  I really do get it!  If this is how the birth of Jesus was preached on Sunday morning from the pulpits around this country and others, I wonder if it would still be so difficult for some "good Christians" to view the potential of every other homeless, bastard child borne of a woman who doesn't know who the father is as a potential Messiah?  I wonder if it would cause some "good Christians" to have more care and concern for and about the unborn, than the born?  Would it change the minds of some of these "good Christians" who fight for and even kill to protect the unborn, but won't bat an eyelash over the death of hundreds, even thousands of newly born babies who have little to no food to eat, access to health-care, adequate clothing and shelter?  How quickly would we have sent away so many of our mother's babies to fight and die in a fabricated war?  Would some "good Christians" have acted differently in the lives of others who have fallen victim to tribal genocide, senseless violence in our city streets, curable diseases or by their own hands?  I believe if this was the way Jesus' birth was told, there would be more care, compassion and presence in the birth of some of our most vulnerable members of society.  For each of them lost to us, so too has their brightness, their  potential "goodness and light." 

T'is the season - to show up in the lives of others - to be present and accounted for - to speak truth to power and to reflect upon what this season is really about - "Glory to God in the highest... and peace and goodwill to all on earth" (v. 14).  Oh and an IPad for me!  Naw I'm jes kiddn'...  No seriously ;-)  Okay, I'm done but please...

Listen to what I say
Pray for peace people everywhere
Listen to what I say
The child, the child
Sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light

The child, the child
Sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light

                           (Noel Regney and Gloria Shayne Baker)

© Dorinda G. Henry, 2010

THEOLOGIA HABITUS EST!

" God's Got a LOT of Nerve!"

Genesis 19

Well suh...  Maybe God is trying to tell us something...  But what?  Because surely you didn't think I was going to move on from Genesis 19 without discussing that scoundrel Lot did you?  I just know you didn't think that I, ME, Rev. Dorinda G. "Here's anotha piece of my mind" Henry, was gonna just walk on by the narrative of Sodom and Gomorrah without talking about the "Father of the Year" candidate, the right, good and just Lot!  I mean really, how often do we get to talk about this seedy character?  We know all about Abraham and his negotiating with what many have determined to be God, just prior to the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.  We know all about the trials and tensions between Sarah and Hagar.  We even know all about something quite strange happening to Lot's wife on the way out of Sodom and Gomorrah.  In fact, hell, if we are to believe everything we read in the bible, she might still be standing there petrified and frozen for all eternity in a pillar of salt.  But what we don't know much about is that Lot and his two virgin daughters are all that is saved from the cataclysmic goings on that destroyed several cities of the Plain right along with Sodom and Gomorrah.  And even more, that he conspicuously ends up living in a cave up in the hills with his two virgin daughters - the same two virgin daughters he previously offered up to the angry mob, to "do to them as you please" (v. 8b).

As we soon find out, Lot, much like one of his ancestors, Noah, liked to indulge in the consumption of strong drink.  And like Noah, I suppose after half-ass welcoming divine visitors with baking a couple pieces of unleavened bread (nothing like the hospitality demonstrated by his uncle-brother, Abraham), offering his virgin daughters up to an angry mob to have their way with them, watching several cities go up in flames and then seeing his wife turned into a pillar of salt, hell, I suppose he too, needed a stiff drink.  But, if I may, I'd like to stay with my "Color Purple" theme and paint the picture of what happens next with Lot in the same hue.  Why?  Well, because...  Like Noah, the writers of the ancient text wants us to believe that Lot drinks so much that he passes out to the point that unbeknownst to him, he is tricked into having sex with both of his virgin daughters on two separate nights. The text also wants us to believe he did not know when they laid with him or when they got up.  I suppose, his message to the angry mob landed on his daughters and they decided to do with him as they pleased and had their father in ways "after all the manner of the world... and [laid] with him, so that [they might] preserve offspring through [their] father" (vv. 30-38).  Umm hmph!  Once again, I hear The Color Purple echoed through the voice of Lot saying to his daughters; "You betta not tell nobody but God.  It'll kill ya Mammy."  The truth of the matter is that in this case, it probably did.  I'm jes saying...

The sons borne of these incestuous encounters between Lot and his daughters, are Moab, the ancestor of the Moabites and Ben-ammi, the ancestor of the Ammonites.  Both of these names are translated in such a way to expose the incest theme - Moab (of the same father) and Ben-ammi (Son of my Paternal kin).  And if you know like I know, and you should know by now, because the bible tells you so, that from the Moabites, comes Ruth, the ancestor of King David and eventually, Jesus!  So what is God trying to tell us?  That through miscreants, social and cultural misfits, in everyone of us, saint and sinner alike, a potential Messiah lurks just beneath the surface. Let the church say Yessss... Yeesssss.... Yeeessssssssss!
© Dorinda G. Henry, 2010

THEOLOGIA HABITUS EST!

"Sister, We're Two of a Kind"

"Sister, 

you've been on my mind

Sister, we're two of a kind

So, sister, 

I'm keepin' my eye on you.

I betcha think I don't know nothin

But singin' the blues, 

Oh, sister,have I got news for you, 

I'm something,

I hope you think 

that you're something too...

Umm hmmm, ummm hmmm... umm...mmm... Okay, okay I can't quite get it!  But surely you did know that with this being the 25th anniversary of one of my favorite movies, that I was going to find some kinda way to include it in one of my post.  We are up the Genesis 20 and trust and believe you me, it has been a very interesting journey to say the least.  So, if you've been following, and I hope you have, then you know that we are Reading the Bible Again for the First Time.  And I tell you it seems that there is more drama in the bible than the Atlanta House Wives, Desperate Housewives, and Dexter put together.  I had to throw Dexter in there because of all the killing that has been going on so far.  Starting off with Cain and Abel, then God getting so fed up with the humans that S/HE drowned them all, with the exception of Noah, that righteous drunkard that passed out butt-ass naked, exposing himself to his son Ham, right on up to the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah - that was not destroyed because men were having sex with men.  Hell it seems more plausible that the ancient text wants us to know that whole cities can and will be destroyed, not withstanding a precious few, when injustice, a lack of hospitality, mistreatment of others and abject depravity is the rule and not the exception.

I don't know how many times the ancient text recorded God's frustration with human kind enough to "kill 'em all!"  Lord today!  Where is all that grace we heard about?  Oh that's right, according to Christianity, that doesn't happen until the NEW TESTAMENT.  Whatever!  Anyhue, moving right along...  But for the sake of consistency, if you are new to my blog, I suggest you take a look back at the month(s) of March and April and read the posts; "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp," "A Mistress and Her Slave," and "Both Of Us Got Babies Now."  Because I believe I have already given sufficient time and attention to these chapters, I want to do a little daydreaming and take some artistic license of my own as it relates the tension between Sarai and Hagar.  

Here we have two women, who we know don't have any more rights than the detainees at Guantanamo Bay.  Each of them are the victim of an androcentric (male centered) society, that regards women as nothing more than property, with the sacred worth of something just above a dog.  Sarai has been pimped out by her husband, Abram and she in return pimps out her slave-girl, Hagar to her husband.  Sarai's behavior reflects an unconscious response and reaction of one abused who in turn acts in like manner to abuse another.  It isn't her fault and she is not the conscious monster of her oppressor, rather she does what she has been groomed and conditioned to believe is the way of the world.  It is nothing more than the learned behavior of her oppressor in the ways of oppressing others.  We can see this in examples great and small - from families, to relationships, to entire systems of governing.

African Americans took on the disciplinary tactics of the slave-masters to discipline their children and each other.  In like manner, women take on the oppressive tactics of men to oppress other women and so, on and so on and so on.  But just once I would like to tell the story of Sarai and Hagar in the same way of Shug Avery and Ms. Celie.  After having climbed from under all the stale, stank, musty and funky waters of sexual abuse, shame and worthlessness, they found each other in the midst of their own painful and tormented lives,  to reach out from behind the social and cultural paradigms that kept them in bondage and enemies of one another to be that story of liberation and freedom for the other.  Each of them in their own way and at the appointed hour acted on behalf of the other in a selfless kind of love to help the other get free.  If only Sarai, could have seen the beauty of herself reflected in the dimly lit eyes of a scared and abused Hagar to care for and protect her and in so doing care for and protect herself, we may have read a different narrative.  Consequently, the sons of these two women could very well have grown up to be loving brothers, as opposed to enemies, destined to war against each other until this world is no more.

Oh how I wish more people would get a comb and scratch a love song of liberation out of another hurt person's hair.

Scufflin', 

I been up that lonesome road

And I seen alot of suns going down

Oh, but trust me,

No low life's gonna run me around.

So let me tell you somethin' sister,

Remember your name, 

No twister

Gonna steal you stuff away, 

My sister,

We sho' ain't got a whole lot of time

So shake your shimmy 

Sister,

'Cause honey the 'shug' 

is feelin' fine."

                   (Quincy Jones)

© Dorinda G. Henry, 2010

THEOLOGIA HABITUS EST!

"Who Told You That You Were Naked?"

"They heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze, and the man and [the woman] hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.  But the Lord God called to the man, and said to him, 'Where are you?'  He (the man) said, 'I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.'  [God] said, 'Who told you that you were naked'" (NRSV Genesis 3:8-11a)?

I don't know about you, but I find this entire dialogue rather humorous and yet instructive.  I mean really...  Here the ancient text places God's proximity to human beings up close and personal.  As God moves about in the "Garden," S/HE appears to cast off a distinctive sound - unlike any of the other animals, birds and all manner of creepy crawly things that is.  And since the ancient text has already informed us of the presence of four rivers - 1) Pishon, which flows around Havilah, "where there is gold; and the gold of that land is good;" also, sometimes identified with the Arabian Peninsula, 2) Gihon, "the one that flows around the whole land of Cush" (Ethiopia), which is identified with the the "Horn of Africa," 3) the Tigris, which "flows east of Assyria, and 4) the Euphrates river - we can be sure it was not the sound of rushing water either (vv. 11-14). 

The mere sound of God moving about in the "Garden," arguably, the "Cradle of Civilization," is enough for the humans - who have taken a bite out of crime (The tree of good and evil) - to be afraid, to be very afraid.  Why?  Because all of sudden, their eyes have been metaphorically opened, and now they realize that they are naked!  Heaven forbid!  Okay, hold on...  I'm sorry, but I did warn you all that I was a precocious child, yes?  Yes, well, I still am.  So, what on earth could have been so different about their 'nakedness' that was perceived to be more offensive to God than the 'nakedness' of the other animals that they felt the need to cover up?  I mean, really...  Were not all that was created, 'naked?'  Wasn't the lion naked?  Maybe the bear?  How about the orangutan?  Now I don't know about you, but I've seen an orangutan or two in my life, and uh, well...  Let's just say they look pretty 'naked' to me!  Aside from their hair - and I've also seen enough "Adams" walking around here with so much hair on their bodies that I feared the Atlanta zoo was missing some of its residents - the orangutan, gorilla, hell the whole monkey family for that matter - looks a little 'naked' to me.  What was it then that made the humans run for cover?  And more to the point, why is it that God seems to be a bit perturbed that the humans had covered up?

"WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE NAKED?"  Reaching for my trusted black woman's cotton patch version, I sympathize with the early humans as I recall the distinctive sound of my own Mama walking up on me when I was behaving in a way that was less than honorable or doing something I knew I didn't have any business doing.  Like the voice of God, I can still hear her question and admonishment in the tone that only a Mama has, "Who told you that you had to act that way, talk that way?  Who told you that you were ugly, or too skinny or too fat?  Who told you that you were too black, too smart or too dumb, too pretty?  Who told you that?"  And much in the way the early humans responded to God, by placing blame on the female species and she in turn placing blame on the serpent, I too, found something or someone else to deflect Mama's wrath away from me and onto another for my own shortcomings, my own cowardice, and my own stubbornness. 

As we will see in future readings of the bible, human beings will consistently frustrate and anger God.  Rather than take responsibility for the choices that they make, they come up with excuses and place blame on others when they disappoint God.  In like manner, I've done the same regarding God's call on my life.  No more.  Now is the time to do what it is that I know God has for me, and that which is mine to do.   

Thankfully, God sees the beauty and value even in their/our weaknesses and uses  them, they and those who eventually RIZE to the occasion of the appointed hour to answer the question, "WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE NAKED?" with a resounding cry, "I DID!  I looked at myself and saw my frailties in comparison to all that was and all that is, and I was afraid - I am afraid!"  But I know that I know, that I know that I know, that God never fails.  And so, as I take my leave of this post, I replace a sense of chronological time with typological time and hear God's instruction to Abram in Genesis 13:17, to "Rise up, walk through the length and the breadth of the land, for I will give it to you," as my own call to walk out on faith, "the length and breadth of the land," to take a stand, and to RIZE UP AND BE FREE!

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© Dorinda G. Henry, 2010

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