I’ve always liked the way God involved mothers in his clean-up program for planet Earth. It’s rather inspiring to me to read that when Eve failed, God didn’t shove her out of the way. Instead God treated her as if she was capable to handle her own judgment and responsibility. Embedded in God’s words to the snake and to Eve, we find both pain and hope that a mother, I’m sure Eve hoped it would be her, would bear someone capable of crushing the evil one.
Thousands of years later, many disappointed mothers later, God chose a young, girl, probably no older than a seventh grader, as the chosen one to bear the Messiah in her womb. We don’t know that much about Mary. She was young. She was engaged. She was untried in her mothering skills. She probably never went to a class on what to expect in labor or how to prepare for a baby’s first year. She was relatively poor, a second-class citizen to the Romans, a refugee by the time she gets to Bethlehem. She was, in the eyes of many of us today, a gamble. But God chose her.
God continues to choose women to birth new life into this world and that itself feels like a gamble. (Are you sure you want more people on this earth, God? I mean, things don’t seem to be getting better.) But I believe God knows that there’s something to women, something in our strength and our image-bearing capacities that we don’t always see.
In the beginning, God created Eve for reasons we often miss. God thought planet Earth needed a woman, not to do the laundry or to give Adam another dependent, but because all his creation needed a female human image-bearer, another way of being human. It’s almost like God knew, later on, we might doubt men and women are the same species (ahem, Mars/Venus) and so purposively makes Adam from earth and Eve from his body signaling how interconnected men and women are, from the start. He thought we could both make it on the same planet.
I love how God was not ashamed of creating Eve to reflect him on earth. God is not afraid of being identified with femininity. Even in the stereotypical “mothering” tasks of laundry, home-making, cooking and sheltering, God is the first one we find doing each of these. God was the first tailor, clothing Adam and Eve with skins. God cleans up the mess of Noah’s neighbor’s wickedness by putting the earth on what could be called, and I don’t want to sound flippant, a rinse cycle. God makes earth fit for life, giving water to every animal, providing food right on time (Ps. 104: 10-13 and 27-28). God is a great housekeeper of this planet, as the Psalmist says, he spreads out the heavens like a tent, covering the deeps with water as with a garment (Ps 104: 2 and 6). These pictures have awakened me to the many mothers in my life, women who are living cameos of God.
I have two grandmothers, one tall and one short. When my short grandmother notices I’m tired and brings me a cup of lemongrass tea, she shows me God’s sensitive awareness. For God is quick to sustain his people, just think of the years of manna, the bread and meat to Elijah in the wilderness, the angels sent to minister to us every day. When my tall grandmother took time to awaken my mind to the world of reading and new ideas, she reflected God’s desire to cultivate our minds. God longs for us to love him with all our minds, to demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, to renew our minds in truth.
And my own dear mother has shown me so much about God. Since I can remember she would ask me to share my ideas to her, giving me a chance to interact and even affect her thoughts. She was a picture of how God is eager to wrestle with us, willing to let our prayers change his ideas, eager to interact with us, young, inexperienced, naive as we are. I guess I’ve seen how my mom has taken a gamble on me, even though she denies that it was a gamble. Even as my mom believes in me, I hear echoes of what kind of God we serve, one that is quick to give us a do-over, quick to remind us that we are made in his image. Though our feet are clay, God is quick to invite us again into his plans for this good earth.
Jonalyn Grace Fincher is author of Ruby Slippers: How the Soul of a Woman Brings Her Home. She offers a distinctive voice as a female apologist. Holding a master's degree in philosophy of religion and ethics from Talbot School of Theology, as well as double bachelor's degrees in English and history from the University of Virginia, she is one half of Soulation (www.soulation.org), a husband/wife apologetics team. For the last three years Jonalyn has been lecturing, speaking and writing on how women are distinctly and fully made in God’s image. Her work has appeared in Radiant, Fullfill and UnChristian: What a New Generation Really Thinks about Christianity. She regularly updates her blog (www.jonalynfincher.com) sharing her insights about womanhood and the soul. Jonalyn and Dale love to take walks with their three Welsh Corgis in their new hometown of Steamboat Springs, Colorado.