Nursing Madonna shocks and inspires

An unusual statuette of Mary breastfeeding the baby Jesus shocked some with its nudity, but inspired the faith of others, including Atlanta writer Trudie Barreras. She submitted the photo above and the following story about this “marvelously sensitive and realistic perspective of the mother of Jesus.” The Jesus in Love Blog is sharing Barreras’ moving and important materials here because we support art that seeks to embody spirituality.

OUR LADY OF TRAVELS TO LIFE WITH REALITY
By Trudie Barreras

My husband Ray and I made a trip to Monterrey, Mexico in December of 2001, traveling by bus because we were disgusted with all the “security frenzy” that had gripped air travel in the aftermath of 9/11. The trip, even though via “express” buses, was a grueling 26 hours, and we arrived at our destination, the MCC church in Monterrey, quite worn out.

Shortly thereafter, I discovered a little statuette of Mary riding donkey-back and nursing the infant Jesus. This statue was in a “Christmas market” that specialized in figurines for the Nativity scenes that are very much a part of the Mexican culture. Most of the other figures were much more “traditional.” Indeed, this one was completely unique, representing a “perspective” I’d never seen before. Gazing at the face of the Mother, I was gripped by the thought: “This is Reality.” I reflected on my own extreme exhaustion after a 26-hour trip in a relatively comfortable bus, and wondered how a woman could have carried a nursing infant all the way from Israel to Egypt.

I felt it was very important to obtain this statuette, and bring her back to Atlanta to share with the various spiritual communities of which I am a part, including First Metropolitan Community Church of Atlanta and the Excel retreat ministry in which I participate. I christened her “Our Lady of Travels to Life with Reality,”or, in Spanish, “Nuestra Señora de los Viajes á la Vida con Realidad.” I believe that others who meditate on the meaning portrayed by this representation may experience some of the same thoughts that have come to me. There is, of course, much more to this story, and anyone who wants to dialog with me about it is welcome to contact me by e-mail at: tbarreras@bellsouth.net.

Sadly, when I attempted to share “Our Lady of Travels” with my own community at First MCC of Atlanta by placing the statue in our small meditation chapel, someone was apparently offended by the breast-feeding, and fashioned a “poncho” for her out of Kleenex! My pastor regretfully suggested that I should probably take her home. Fortunately, most of the other venues to which I have brought this marvelously sensitive and realistic perspective of the mother of Jesus seem to have responded with a sense of blessing and not of shock.

A lesbian Christian visits Israel

Rev. Nancy Wilson preaching on the Sea of Galilee to MCC tour group (photo by elbrandt)

When a Christian lesbian makes her first trip to Israel, her experiences are sure to be different from the usual Holy Land travelogues.

I was touched and I laughed out loud -- sometimes both at the same time -- when I read Rev. Nancy Wilson’s account of her recent tour of Israel. It rings true to the unexpected adventures and coincidences of international travel as a queer Christian.

Nancy is moderator of Metropolitan Community Churches and a leader in the GLBT Christian movement. Her full account of the MCC tour of Israel is posted at MCCchurch.org, but she gave permission to share some highlights on the Jesus In Love Blog.

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When you are a Christian preacher who grew up in the church, as I did, your heart and imagination live in that little piece of real estate on the Mediterranean Sea in ways that are deep and meaningful -- but that are not necessarily connected to the Israel of today.

… It felt almost surreal to me to wake up in a hotel in Tiberias and share breakfast with Marsha Stevens-Pino, who organized our tour, and to point to the Sea of Galilee just outside our window. She was startled; she had not realized we were right there! We felt a little giddy and shook our heads. The last time Marsha had been here was in 1972, when she opened for Billy Graham with her music group, Children of the Day.

…There is a picture of me, later that first day in Galilee, preaching on a boat as we crossed. The boat trip started out a bit oddly. The sweet men who served as captain and first mate began our ride across the Sea of Galilee by hoisting an American flag and playing the Star Spangled Banner on a CD player. We were all kind of stunned. No doubt they did this as a gift to us; no doubt they thought we would be touched and moved. But on the Sea of Galilee, with all of its deep biblical history? Talk about a mood killer!

…At Beit She'an, there is a huge valley and Greek amphitheater. As we sat near the top, our guide told us that this was the very place where Saul and Jonathan were slain. [Our tour guide] Moshe recited David's lament for them from II Samuel in Hebrew, as a touring choir from somewhere in Europe sang Taize music. As Moshe and I walked up a large hill to the Canaanite and Egyptian ruins, I told him about my book, and offered a queer interpretation of the biblical story of David and Jonathan. He was skeptical, but agreed to read Our Tribe if I sent it to him -- and I have.

Our arrival into Jerusalem was met by a glorious sunset! The sun perfectly illuminated the rose-colored Jerusalem stone. As we arrived, they were playing the tearjerker Palm Sunday standard, "Jerusalem." (On the same CD player, I wondered?) Part of me felt a little manipulated by that. Instantly I thought of Doug, the drag queen-turned-choir director of Church of the Trinity MCC, who died last year from his addictions, complicated by HIV and diabetes. Doug and I sang that song on Palm Sunday for several years in a row and I cannot hear it without thinking of him. I had to let him go when his addictions got so out of control that he could not function. He was angry and left town, but returned at the end to die, and we were able to reconcile and say our good-byes. He was a gifted choir director, not even 50 years old. He was a mess. And I loved him. And of all things, there was that damned song playing as we pulled up to this gorgeous first view of the Holy City.

Moshe asked me to read Psalm 122, "I was glad when they said to me, 'Let us go to the house of the Lord!' Our feet are standing within your gates, O Jerusalem." But I choked up as I tried to read the words and found myself crying. So I handed the Bible to Paula and she read the passage. Then we tumbled off the bus, leaning on each other, looking out over the Holy City and experiencing waves of awe, grief, joy and wonder. Marsha spoke of friends who had died, mostly friends who died of complications from HIV and AIDS, whom she promised to meet again one day at the Eastern Gate. Yes, that Eastern Gate, the one right there.

There's something, I guess, about one's first time to see Jerusalem. Our guide was surprised, I think, and moved to see this group of LGBT folks and friends so emotional at the sight of this city that has cradled three of the world's religions; the site of Jesus' death and resurrection. We kept straining our necks to take in the panorama of the city, and we kept wiping the tears from our faces. Finally, reluctantly, we got back on the bus.

… A group of us had a late dinner one evening with 10 young people from the Jerusalem Open House. These were English-speaking staff and participants at Jerusalem's LGBT Center. Some of them were straight, most were Jews; they came from many countries. All of them were young; they were studying Torah or law or politics in this religiously and politically dense city. They were happy to meet our group of middle-age and older LGBT folks from the U.S. A young lesbian couple was fascinated by those of us who have been together 10, 20, and 30 years. They wanted to talk about the U.S. elections and about religion and homosexuality. They had heard about MCC's work in Jamaica and they wanted to help. We laughed and talked, and we gave a ride home to a young Scottish Jew who's former partner, as it turned out, was the manager of our hotel (small world, after all!)....
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