“Give me liberty, or give me death!” Patrick Henry’s famous words take on extra resonance these days, as we begin celebrating the 250th anniversary of the founding of our nation …and as we’ve got an administration who is actively redefining long-held norms of American freedom and liberty. Yep, guys, we’re diving right in…what does it mean to be free?
Let’s go back to 14th-century England, where two of my favorite women from history present us with fascinating – and contrasting – perspectives on that question.
Julian of Norwich wrote the earliest book in English that can be attributed to a woman, called “Revelations of Divine Love.” She was an anchoress, meaning she lived in small cell attached to the church in Norwich. She was “anchored” to her cell – the rite of consecration as she entered the cell resembled the funeral rite – she was essentially dying to the world, and would be permanently sealed in her cell until her death. Anchoresses had to rely on outside folks to give them food and provide for their needs, while they dispensed wisdom to visitors through a small window. Through another window, they looked in on the church and received communion. They spent their time in prayer, meditation, reading, writing, and even … digging their own grave with their hands.
Julian’s writings, as the title suggests, are full of love. Her most famous quotation, “all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well,” is a deep reassurance coming from a woman living in a chaotic world of plague, uncertainty, and upheaval, a woman whose response to all that chaos was to seal herself into a living tomb.
One day, a visitor came to Julian’s window. She was, in many ways, the complete opposite of Julian. Her name was Margery Kempe, and she had quite the resume. She was married, a mother [she gave birth to 14 children], a businesswoman [she ran a brewery and a grain mill], she spent years on pilgrimage to the Holy Land and other places in Europe, she was tried for heresy several times, got in trouble for preaching [which of course, women weren’t allowed to do], wrestled with postpartum depression and an abiding love of sex, saw visions, and was afflicted by constant, loud crying which she called “the gift of tears.” Essentially, she visited Julian to ask: Am I crazy?
No, Julian said. Your devotion is genuine. Just make sure you keep the focus on God and your neighbors, not on yourself.
How do we know this encounter happened? Because Margery wrote it all down, in what is considered the first autobiography in the English language.
Margery’s colorful, bold life seems like the complete opposite of Julian’s. I’m not the first person to note the extraordinary contrast between these two women. But the more interesting thing to consider is how these two women were actually quite similar.
They were both seeking freedom.
Interestingly, neither woman was attached to a religious order – neither became a nun or took religious vows. That wasn’t unusual in those days – the church had wide scope for various ways a person could express devotion through their way of life.
Even today, some of us are still called to a religious life that isn’t ordination, or becoming a monk or a nun – we are called to live by a rule of life that is alongside those who are ordained or who have taken religious vows. Our call is distinct – it isn’t “monk-lite,” the “same taste, less filling” version of the professed life. It is Julian or Margery – finding our way in the world according to a rule of life grounded in scripture, introspection, prayer, and study. A rule that may be based in other formalized rules, but that is our own.
I have intentionally chosen this path, as have many of you in this room.
For me, this life takes shape in ways inward and outward, and in some ways that are very hard to explain. I do certain things, like daily structured prayer, study scripture, and partaking in the Eucharist regularly that the world might expect of a practicing Christian. I do other things, like run my business, interact with the environment, steward my resources, honor my body that expressly do NOT square with what popular culture – or even popular “Christian” culture – expects.
Living counterculturally can sometimes cause pain, and sometimes cause joy as I dig deeper into what they mean for my life with Christ. But it does bear fruits … eventually. I’ve just got to keep living it, sitting in it, wrestling with it … and eventually it will make sense.
Maybe a bit like our reading from 1 John today. When I first looked at this passage, I thought, oh nooooo really? That’s what I have to preach on?
“Whoever doesn’t have the Son of God does not have life.” Yikes. I remember having those words used as a cudgel against my young, curious mind, by those who saw that curiosity as a form of heresy. I’m sure others in this room can relate. These “exclusionary” passages are hard to hear, and don’t seem to square with Jesus’ message of open acceptance and love.
Or do they? Can we look past our own histories with texts like this, and the ways they’ve been used to exclude and hurt people, and see something new, something more radical, something more Christ-like?
God gave Jesus to us – all of us – not because we asked, or because we finally had done enough to deserve Him, or because we passed some test – but because God DID. God just gave us Jesus. “Whoever doesn’t have the Son of God” – that’s no one, because God gave Jesus to all of us. What we choose to do with that gift is our own choice. God gives us that choice, as God gives us many, many choices.
And like many other choices in our lives, it is not a one way, one time choice. We choose every morning when we wake up, again. The choosing is constant. Just like maintaining the relationships that matter to us, or habits that matter to us, or ways of living that matter to us. Ask anyone who has taken a vow, or dedicated themselves to training for a marathon, or is in recovery from addiction. It is active, ongoing choosing.
It is a choice to accept God’s gift or not. The gift is always there, always on offer. We can stray or fight or wander or resist or ignore but God is our patient shepherd of us wayward lambs, who looks and looks and looks for you until you are found, who throws a big party when we come home as prodigals in need of healing love and full acceptance for who we are, who God created us to be. But our choice matters – we choose to turn our feet and our eyes toward home, we cry out in the wilderness as a lost, vulnerable lamb, a whimper of longing from a place in our souls too deep for words. And we are heard.
A rule of life gives us a lot of practice at continual choosing, and what it feels like to choose even when you really, really don’t feel like it. As Christians, what matters is that we continually choose, not that we are constantly perfect. The gift is not rescinded for bad behavior, and it is our joy in that grace that is the motivator, not fear of retribution or punishment or God standing over us with a clipboard and a checklist.
That is the paradox of freedom for a follower of Christ. If we open ourselves and quiet ourselves enough to hear the whispers of the Spirit, we find greater freedom than we ever imagined, but it doesn’t really look like “freedom” according to the world. Jesus is really good at that – turning things on their heads, getting us to see truth in ways that are polar opposite to what the world says truth, or freedom, is.
What I can say is this – the fruits of choosing – every day – to follow a rule are sometimes so slow growing that it’s hard to see the point. I’m going through the motions for months or even years at a time. The metrics of the world – invitations received, pounds lost, money earned, steps registered, accolades gathered, customers satisfied, social media followers gained – are so easy to track, so seductive in their quick hits of success and validation. It’s easier. It’s also not bad, right? Steps are good! It’s good to keep my clients happy! Those things aren’t wrong?
No, says Julian, but if they take you away from what really matters – God and your neighbor – they are.
The rule – like the walls of Julian’s cell or the constancy of Margery’s tears – isn’t just there to provide affirmation in the good times, or lead us to a perfect, pain free life, or to gain us God’s “approval.” It is there as a natural response of joy to God’s grace and God’s gifts.
It is also there to give us something to cling to when the doubt, anger, boredom, pain, irritation, or frustration sets in. We WILL turn to something in those moments. We can’t do it on our own. I have realized, and I have decided, that I don’t want to turn to alcohol or money or sex or power or my own intellect or logic or reason or education or privilege or health or any of it. It will all fail me. I need something bigger. We all do. The rule gives me something to cling to – and strive towards.
That paradoxical, countercultural freedom of Christ – the freedom that is grounded in the biggest love the world has ever known, that freedom that is grounded in our continual choosing, that freedom that is grounded in turning away from the traps and lies of the world, that freedom of Julian’s cell and Margery’s tears – THAT is the freedom we seek by living by our rules of life.
So in true Jesus-style, Patrick Henry’s words get turned upside down … he says, “Give me death, and I will give you liberty.” Jesus shows us what true freedom is – it is up to us to live with joy in manner in which we can access that freedom.