The Politics of Female Sexuality
The Maddening Mystery of The Gender Barrier
Hug When Hugged
The general rule of the road, for most ministers, is Hug When
Hugged. Do not initiate a hug. Most pastors insist the ministers
form a receiving line at the end of service, which is absolute
torture for me, not just because of this gender business but
because I've got a mild case of social anxiety disorder. The
worst time of the service for me is the end, where I'm greeting
the people and having to make snap judgments about handshake,
side hug, shoulder touch, neither, and where all manner of
emotions and spirits manifest themselves as people pass by,
either beaming and happy to see you, or resentful of having to
shake your hand. At the end of the day, women are a mystery, if
not quite a paradox. I sometimes liken them to dolphins—far more
intelligent than most men believe and living happier lives. A
woman's capacity to love is amazing. And, all most any woman
asks out of life is to love and to be loved, be cherished. I was
taught, growing up, that it is not only polite to tell a woman
she's pretty or compliment her in some fashion, but that such
compliments serve a needful purpose. It costs us nothing,
gentlemen, absolutely nothing, to compliment a woman's shoes, or
to at least notice that she's wearing her hair a bit
differently. Most men could care less about those kinds of
compliments, as they tend to make us feel like we're being set
up for the punch. But women are like flowers: they need warmth
and sunshine. They flourish on love, they wither from
loneliness.
Knowing who, when and how to hug women at church is an important
skill for male ministers. For some women, and, shockingly, some
kids, church will be the only genuine hug they get all week.
Some kids race up to you and throw their arms around you because
they're starved for affection and contact. Many, many women at
our churches are likewise starved but are afraid to display it,
afraid to let anyone know that one of the reasons they look
forward to church is the fellowship. This is not necessarily
sexual, it's more communal. Human contact, the warmth of an
embrace. Someone who genuinely cares about them. Things too
often missing from many sisters' lives.
Some women can't stand to be touched. There's some emotional
baggage left unclaimed on the carousel. She has sadness hidden
behind doors we cannot and should not force open. She often sees
all men as the enemy or, at least, as predators, when it just
isn't so. Earning her trust takes many, many days and more
patience than many of us have. Consequently, once that trust is
earned, sometimes she can misinterpret our motives, mistaking
actual love and care for romantic interest. Women simply respond
to kindness. There have been many times I have shown kindness to
someone who subsequently interpreted that kindness as romantic
interest because that's the only male kindness she's ever known:
that temporary faux concern men exhibit when they're trying to
get the drawers. She's never experienced pastoral love, agape
love, so she doesn't know how to respond. She responds the only
way she knows how, the only way she's experienced love. And then
gets her heart broken when I have to slam on the brakes; the
doctor should not be dating the patient.
So, this is all a minefield, one I find alternately frustrating
and fascinating. I love women. I love being around them. I love
listening to them, learning from them. I love their strength. I
love how they can get their heart broken, but just dust
themselves off and try again. That just amazes me. I am
absolutely fascinated by their power, by their wisdom and
beauty.
But I don't want to live with one.
I've learned, from painful experience, that I am a loner. Most
women simply are not wired properly to live under the same roof
with me and would drive me nuts trying to make me comply with
their Oprah Book Club approach to life. Most women I've loved
have thought there was something wrong with me, that I need
fixing, that it's not normal to eschew social situations. I've
been involved with precious few women who just accept that I am
different, who live their lives and allow me to live mine while
finding some common ground to build upon. I believe God has
granted me wisdom and patience, the gift of singleness. I love
women, but I love observing them at a social distance. It's a
lot like observing an eclipse or staring into the sun. Women
were just one of God's most wonderful and delightful ideas, but
for this minister, they are best observed cautiously and at a
distance.
Which makes my contact with them Sunday morning all the less
nefarious: I have, absolutely, no ulterior motives. But my
gender has behaved very, very badly towards these people.
Ministers, in specific, have a major weakness for women and, as
a result, in the minds of many sisters we are all guilty until
proven innocent or gay. I am neither. I'm just a regular guy,
with regular temptations and regular faults. But God has
empowered me to move beyond those faults and to stop making
excuses for sin. Ministers who sin, ministers who stand in the
pulpit Sunday after having bedded half the alto section in the
choir, are risking their mortal souls over foolishness. They
have blood on their hands as they are causing these “little ones
offense.” [Matt 18:6] Worse, by standing before God's people,
while word of his abuse of his covenant spread throughout the
flock, he is, in fact, denying the holiness of God, which is
what the Bible means when it speaks of an “abomination.” And,
yet, sexual immorality among ministers is so common, nobody
really blinks at it anymore. You sisters just keep giving it up
to these guys, and keep coming to church and playing this idiot
game, falling out and catching vapors Sunday morning knowing
what body parts were being tugged and groped the night before.
This is what the old folk mean when they talk about people
“playing church;” what they really mean is our having a form of
godliness but denying the power thereof [2Tim 3:5].
Unannounced Baggage: Things she won't tell you shapes her response to you.
Beyond Gender
So, how does God want us to be? There's a lot of fairly
repressive instruction in the Bible, treating women,
essentially, as children to be seen and not heard. In Biblical
times, a man could take several wives and, if that wasn't
enough, he could take on several other women to service him
sexually as concubines—all of which was just fine with God.
Society's move towards monogamy, and the slow evolution of
women's rights, has created a more balanced, more progressive
society. But the old baggage is still there, men's predilection
towards exploiting women, women's automatic defenses against, suspicions and mistrust of men.
I believe we should step back from gender for a moment, and see
one another as souls. The Bible teaches us that, in eternity
there'll be no gender. God is, in fact, beyond gender as
assigning a gender to God limits His holiness and omnipotence.
So, what if we tried to see one another as souls first,
respectful and mindful of one another's needs? What if, instead
of just calling women “sister,” we actually treated them as if
they were our actual sisters. The women in the church should be
off limits. It's really that simple. You cannot effectively
serve and date at the same place, it exposes too many of your
vulnerabilities. I'd bet 99% of the time the relationship will
not lead to marriage, but your ministry will be destroyed
because everyone will see your weakness. Ministers dating within
their own congregations are ultimately naive or selfish
and, likely, lazy and weak. It takes real strength to be a good
doctor. The best doctors will tell you it's against their ethics
to date a patient.
I'm surprised—well, then again, I'm really not—that more black
churches do not have ministerial training for ministry leaders
and ministers that deals specifically with these issues. There's
just a kind of vague awareness of what is proper and what isn't,
and, these days, a blind eye increasingly being turned toward
both. There is simply so much sexual immorality going on in the
ministerial ranks of the black church these days that such
behavior, in and of itself, may in fact account for the black
church's overall political impotence and spiritual apostasy,
the exploitation of women being the problem's nexus. Rather
than cherish her, we cannot resist temptation—often provided by
her as she responds to our kindness in the only way she can. We
should be wiser than that. We should be stronger than that.
Because the beauty of God's grace in us, the wonder of God
working through us, can all be lost when we stop ministering to
these, when we stop giving and start taking. These women are our
sisters. We must be a source of comfort and wisdom to them, and
they should feel comfortable around us and feel secure enough to
come to us.
Because of our weakness, many women bring the same rules of
engagement into the church house they'd use in, say, a night
club or bar. They arrive with their defenses up and their mistrust
in full effect. The aggressive, icy stand-offish
behavior. We call them “sister” but we are, for the most part,
grooming them like cattle for the slaughter. And, sisters, once
you start giving it up in church, you will get passed around
from one guy to the next until you end up having to leave your
church—which is the enemy's goal in the first place, to break
down our unity and destroy families.
Self-Pastoring: Mom won't say anything, Pastor won't say anything.
Top-Down
Brothers, we have to learn to love without exploiting. We need
to give without taking. This glorious and marvelous gift of God,
our sisters, is to be cherished and protected, afforded the same
dignity and respect we ourselves expect. And, simply put: hands
off. We have to mature beyond following our baser instincts and
we have to protect ourselves from the overwhelming power of her
smile, of her touch. She is on our watch, she is not ours to
exploit. We need to be men, men of God, men of honor. We need to
seek God's strength to see women as people first and not as
objects or prizes. And we must understand the enormity of damage
we do to the cause of Christ, to our sisters, and to ourselves,
when we make foolish excuses for behaving like high schoolers—showing
kindness and then exploiting those we've been kind to.
It is precisely this shameful legacy that keeps us all in
bondage. That keeps our sisters trapped in suspicion, unable to
trust, unable to reach out. Surrounded by the choir and family
and friends, she is, nonetheless, completely alone. Lost in her
trouble because we are, to her, what every other man is to her—a
predator. Until that changes, until we men grow up and become
the men God would have us to be, the labyrinth of sister do's
and don'ts will only get more complex.
As with all things within the church, this is a pastoral issue.
A top-down issue. But it is one I've never, not once, seen
addressed in the black church. Which isn't to say it's not
being addressed in your church, it just hasn't been addressed in
any church I've been a member of. It's just not, apparently, a
priority. Pastors should make it a priority. Many pastors are,
themselves, caught in these traps—compassion becoming passion
becoming exploitation. Many pastors cannot teach certain things
because they themselves are convicted. And, afraid of their
being found out, the teaching, the preaching, the work of the
Lord simply doesn't go forward.
There really should be no gender barrier in church. Church
should be safe ground, not hunting ground. Women should feel
safe and loved and surrounded by men of faith they can rely on
and trust. The complex menu of sister do's and don'ts is damning
evidence that this is, in fact, not the case. That our churches
are failing to honor our covenants with God and with each other.
Pastors: you simply must do a better job. You simply must care
more. These are walls that simply must come down. As a race of
people historically exploited, we should be the last to practice exploitation.
And, while women will, likely, always be a mystery, Perhaps, if
we were better men, the list of do's and don'ts would get a lot
shorter.
Christopher J. Priest
10 April 2002 (Original)
27 March 2006 (Updated)
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