From my archives - first published in Mutuality in 2005, but definitely still relevant.
Harriet
had served the ministry’s leaders faithfully for a quarter of a century. They were a godly couple, stepping out in
faith in powerful ways. A model of a
faithful marriage, they were seen as blessed by God. Working for them had not always been easy,
but she was deeply committed to the ministry.
She had left once, but God had made it clear to her that she was to
return, and had promised her that he understood, and that he would allow her to
birth a project of her own that would be of value to the Kingdom. Not flashy or world-known, Harriet’s network
of care to women in ministry gave both financial and spiritual support to
isolated women around the world.
Reverend Smith had given his blessing to her work, as long as it didn’t
interfere with her job as his wife’s administrative assistant, and Harriet
found great joy in those contacts made in the hours she spent weaving her web
of connection among these amazing women.
Somehow,
the local religion editor heard about Harriet’s ministry, and she did a sensitive
feature for the Sunday paper about the ways in which Harriet’s work had
impacted women. Harriet read the article
with a hesitant pride, realizing how God had used her, through his promise, to
bless others. She was so grateful that
her small idea had reached so many, enriching her life as well.
When
Reverend and Mrs. Smith asked to see her on Monday morning, she entered the
office basking in the reporter’s glowing words.
Indeed, her ministry-child was flourishing, even if it paled in
comparison to what God was doing in the world-wide ministry of the Smiths. She was blind-sided by the attack. “How could you draw attention to yourself in
such a way? You are a traitor to our
ministry. You’ve compromised what we’ve
worked so hard for by your underhanded actions.
You must leave. We’ll ship your
personal items to your apartment this afternoon. Go – now.”
Mrs. Smith did the talking, while Reverend Smith sat stone-faced at her
side. Harriet turned to him to save
her. “You knew I was involved in this –
in fact, you were the one who gave me the courage and inspiration to begin in
the first place.” Sheepishly, he turned
to Harriet and said, “I’m sorry – it must be as my wife has spoken. We will give you two weeks salary, but you
must go now.”
Betrayal. The slang tells the tale: Harriet had been
stabbed in the back, sold down the river over another’s envy. Does it happen? Harriet’s story is more common than we’d like
to admit. (See Hagar’s story in Genesis
21 for an ancient version of Harriet’s tale). It takes many forms: A trusted assistant begins a new church in
the next town, and takes half the congregation with her. The denomination announces the pastor’s next
assignment, and everybody knows that it’s payback for standing up to the
bishop. A pastor’s wife sacrifices for many years for her husband’s ministry,
and then is abandoned for a woman who understands his needs better (and who is
ten years younger).
The
pain from such a betrayal throbs late into the night. This slap in the face has left its ugly
hand print indelibly seared on the cheek of the one who has been betrayed. And it seemingly was done in the name of
God. It is a grief deeper than the
ocean. At first, you can’t believe that
it has happened, and you know that God will surely have to step in and right
the wrong that has been done in his name.
Yet nothing happens. The betrayer
gets away with the Judas kiss. You
vacillate between an anger that seethes from your bones over the injustice that
has been done, and an ache so raw that it can’t stand to be touched. This hurts like nothing you’ve ever
experienced before.
It
helps to read the Psalms and realize that David had experienced similar
emotions.
Vindicate me, O God, and defend my cause against an ungodly
people;
from those who are deceitful and unjust deliver me!
For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast
me off?
Why must I walk about mournfully because of the oppression of
the enemy? (Psalm 43:1-2, NRSV)
You keep reading: “O send out your
light and your truth; let them lead me, let them bring me to your holy hill and
to your dwelling” (43:3). Yes, God,
this is what I want – your light and truth –bring me to a holy response to what
has been done to me.
And
then you turn to the pages of the gospels in your morning reading, and the
words of Jesus leap off the page:
“You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a
tooth for a tooth.’
Yes, that’s the way it should be – she deserves to suffer
just as I have.
“But I say to you, Do not resist an evil-doer.
But if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other
cheek . . .
You have heard that it was said,
‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’
But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for
those who persecute you,
so that you may be children of your Father in
heaven . . .”
(Matthew 5:38-39, 43-45).
Then Peter
came and said to him [Jesus], “Lord, if another member of the church sins
against me, how often should I forgive?
As many as
seven times?”
Jesus said to
him, “Not seven times, but, I tell you, seventy-seven times.
(Mt.
18:21-22)
I can’t. I cannot do this. I cannot forgive this betrayal. And that is true. You can’t forgive this. Not yet.
Not fully. Not on your own. But if we are to be serious about the
instruction of the scripture, we must move in the direction of
forgiveness. For forgiveness is much
more a process than one specific action.
We stand at the place of the offense and we have a choice. We can move in the direction of mercy, or we
can move in the direction of bitterness.
Each step we take away from the place of offense leads us in one
direction or the other. We can choose
the way of Christ, or not.
But his love is greater
than all our hate, and he will not rest until Judas has turned to him, until Satan
has turned to him until the dark has turned to him; until we can all, all of
us, without exception, freely return his look of love with love in our own eyes
and hearts. And then, healed, whole,
complete but not finished, we will know the joy of being co-creators with the
one to whom we call. (Madeleine L’Engle,
The Irrational Season, 215)
But how? Much has been written about forgiveness in
recent years. Everett Worthington Jr.’s
pyramid of forgiveness (Spirituality and Health, Winter 1999) teaches that we
can climb the pyramid of forgiveness by recalling the hurt, empathizing,
offering the altruistic gift of forgiveness, committing to forgive, and holding
onto forgiveness. Paul Coleman’s offers
five phases of forgiveness: identifying the hurt, confronting the hurt, having
the dialogue to understand, forgiving and letting go. As Coleman tells us, “Forgiveness comes first as a decision to act
lovingly, even though you are justified to withhold your love” (Exploring
Forgiveness, Enright and Frost, ed., 79). It is necessary to make the decision
to move toward forgiveness, often on an hour-by-hour basis, and these models
can prove helpful for specific ways to do that.
But there remains a sense
in these deep, deep areas of betrayal that forgiveness is beyond our
power. Jesus experienced this from the
cross. He didn’t say, “I forgive you for
betraying me and for killing me.” No,
even Christ had to draw upon the forgiveness of the Father; “Father, forgive
them; for they do not know what they are doing” (Luke 23:34). In our absolute hopelessness of ever being
able to forgive, we can learn from Hagar’s response, for she too finds herself
with no hope (Genesis 21:15-19). It is doubtful that she is thinking about forgiving
Abraham and Sarah as she sits waiting for her son to die. She is desperate simply to survive. In her desperation, she comes to the
realization that she can do absolutely nothing to change the situation. She has
no food, no water, and her son will die (as will she). Yet in the midst of her extreme helplessness,
waiting for the death of her child (a direct result of the betrayal she has
suffered), God shows up.
He hears. The narrative doesn’t indicate that Hagar
called the Lord; in fact, the angel of God tells her, “God has heard the voice
of the boy where he is.” It is as though
God has heard the pain that resulted from the betrayal, and he responds to
it. God then opened Hagar’s eyes. It is amazing how much an act of betrayal can
blind us to what we know about God and his kingdom. When we are in the midst of it, we just
cannot see. And so God must come and
open our eyes to the path he has for us through the desert of betrayal. And when he does open Hagar’s eyes, she
realizes that he has provided the water that she needs.
Was the well there all
along? Quite possibly. In the pain of our betrayal, God’s provision
may be difficult to see, but it is there.
His presence, his word and his people are ours when we can begin to look
around to see and receive them. And
ultimately his justice will prevail, as the familiar hymn reminds us:
This is my Father’s world,
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
(Maltbie Davenport Babcock)
Yet it is still up to
Hagar to move. She must get up, lift up
the boy, and drink. And so it is for the
Harriets of the church world. Grieve
this loss. Name it for what it is. Do
what you must do to keep this from happening to another. But don’t stop
there. Get up, lift up what you have
birthed, and drink. At first, it will be
a cup of sustenance, but in time, will also be the cup of forgiveness through
the precious blood of Jesus. If you are
faithful in the drinking of the cup, a time will come when you will have
forgiven. Coleman’s words describe the
experience: “When you forgive, you do not forget the season of cold completely,
but neither do you shiver in its memory” (Coleman, in Enright and Frost,
79).
You are my servant.
I have chosen you and not cast you off;
Do not fear, for I am with you
Do not be afraid, for I am your God
I will strengthen you, I will help you,
I will uphold you with my victorious right hand.
Isaiah 41:9-10
Thank you, JoAnn, for these words, which are like a balm on my soul this morning.
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--Heidi Russell