Bible Bash: Foot-Washing Mary Foils Purse-Snatching Judas--John 12

In this Bible Bash episode, Don invites us into a closer look at what is going on with Judas when he rails at Mary for wasting expensive perfume on washing Jesus’ feet. In other gospel versions of the story, the woman who washes Jesus’ feet is unknown to us, but in John’s version of events, it is Mary, sister to Lazarus, who performs the intimate act of foot washing. And it is Judas, Jesus’ eventual betrayer, who complains.


Listen as Don has some things to say about Judas, stealer of the community purse, his self-serving agenda, and Liam offers some thoughts about his own research into this well-known, often superficially read Bible story. In closing, Liam shares some lines from a poem he is working on, “What Place Might Hold Us?,” in which he imagines speaking to his ancestors.

(Poem text if you need it/want it)

What Place Might Hold Us

If we could gather ourselves

together somewhere

between

your time and mine,

what place might hold us?

Where, and what, is the space between

my world and your worlds

near enough to bridge the distances

and differences, familiar

enough for each, and all,

to find footing, make a way,

carve a seat from earth and stone,

grass and shrub, clover and trees,

from all our lingering

undiscovered longing and, at last, rest?

Because I am who I am—

alive, walking as I do with a catch in my right hip,

struggling these days to work, create, or even open a jar

as my Brockman thumbs weaken more and more at the main joint,

like my mother’s, and my uncles’ and their father’s

(and, likely, his father’s and his father’s, and his before him);

because my left eye squints more than my right

when I smile; because I sometimes hear lizards,

see wind, grow things, and walk with deer;

because the highlands know and call my name;

because I refuse to be made other than who I am

and have paid for that in deep-running,

ancient blood that travels far, flows, submerges

and surfaces like mountain springs, through you, in me;

because I have worked, made things, dared to live, and died

before I was born, more than once, and still I have striven

and failed, wrestled and prevailed, grown to hear my name,

been changed and learned from my journey-bearing hip,

from hard things and been softened; I have seen love is grown, like selfhood, in the daily doing of it;

because I have done a few things and dreamed of even more— because I am who I am and I have dared to live,

I know you were.

I know you were here. I know you

have been speaking, are speaking, still—

do you know I have been,

I am, here

learning to listen?

What if we could call ourselves

together

beckoning back as far as the winds, the tree roots,

streams, hawks and crickets can carry

the rising sounds of our voices—

reaching out farther and father, back and back,

and back farther still, until our wistful words become ghostly

whispers in time-echoing valleys?

What space might hold

our answering presence?

What might we come knowing, bearing

wisdom burdens, nearly lost treasures,

and deep-veined, living stories

in our knotted, life-worn, sometimes weak-thumbed,

still ever-grasping hands?

What might we ask one another, understanding

the needful question is never the one imagined

and it makes its way over tongue and teeth

as if it has been there—been here—before,

desperate to return, emerging in utterance?

Would you know me as we draw near, see yourself

in my gray-green eyes searching for signs of myself

across the ever-thinning veil between

Moigh and Georgia, highland and lowland, Franklin

and this place, this place and Sinai, and even Eden?

What might we say to one another,

to all of us gathered, kin to kin, collecting ourselves

in blood, bone, and yearning, present

and worded into whatever strange, mystical

space emerges, able and willing like cradles to hold us?

Regardless, because I dared to live, I know

you were here. I know you have been speaking,

are always speaking, on wind and stream

ripples, crow calls, lizard-whispers

and always, in dreams.

Do you know I have been, I am,

here—my world-worn, knotted, working hands grasping,

in ground and world, within and beyond this slight, sturdy body,

reaching for green growing things and something like joy, place,

perhaps understanding, and sometimes life itself.


Do you know I am speaking,

across the distances and differences—

with every new-day, rising up

and going forth, catching on my stubborn wrested hip, making my way—

with every rising, I am speaking

gratitude that you were,

that you are

ever here

that you dared to live.

In each episode of Bible Bash Podcast, , Liam Michael Hooper, a white trans Bible scholar and Don Durham, a white, cis, heterosexual farmer, minister, and podcaster take turns presenting the text. They then discuss. In addition, each episode they present another text, a non-Biblical text of note--religious or secular--that may or may not correspond to the Bible text. In Trans-Forming Proclamation, Liam Hooper tenderly explores gender and the Bible. This book actually defies genre. With rich patches of poetry, memoir, and devotional, Liam weaves together inspiring literary insights with grounded, original, and informed scholarship. Trans-Forming proclamation: A Transgender Theology of Daring Existence is new wine in a new wine skin. It is Inventive, artful, and liberating. Available on Amazon and published by Otherwise Engaged.


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