A Review of The Messengers: Revealed -- You Won't Want to Miss This Book!

I was recently asked to review Lisa M Clark's third book in her series, The Messengers. Here's my review, along with a link to Goodreads where you can mark the book "to read!" Believe me, you want to! You can preorder from Amazon now, as well!

Lisa M Clark has many talents as a writer. She writes poetry and hymnody, as well as prose, devotions and much more. She weaves her gifts into her fiction, using poetry and hymnody to enhance her compelling fiction. She laces this final installment of her The Messengers series, like the others, with hymnody and original poetry, as well as Scripture, to show how the Word of God is living and active in the lives of believers, and how these beautiful words we have been given help to guard us, guide us, comfort us, and give us hope.

I was privileged to read an advance copy of The Messengers: Revealed. In the first two books, Discovered and Concealed, Simon begins his journey of understanding who he truly is and what the message worth dying for is. They are fairly action packed. While the third installment still has action, its contemplative nature reflects on Baptismal life -- life under the cross. In Revealed, Simon grows and matures as a young man and as a Christian as he faces the reality of Satan’s many means of attacking, both physical and spiritual. He wrestles with grief, anger, and broken relationships around him. Simon learns how to die, but also how to live, echoing the Baptismal life we all share. Lisa’s ability to tackle tough subjects seamlessly within the narrative, along with the use of Scripture and hymnody, leaves the reader with the hope that only God in Christ can give.

My 10-year-old can’t wait for this installment, and this is exactly the kind of reading material I hope to give him. I’m looking forward to placing the book in his hands come the release date, and to rereading these books with him as he grows and matures. Simon’s journey is ultimately one we all share as Baptized Christians struggling with the ways of this world while living in the hope of the world yet to come.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37918669-the-messengers

A Better "Mom Parody"

Am I the only one who is over these Mom Parody videos? They are all the same. They all have the same basic negative themes: 1. I never sleep, 2. My children are monsters, 3. everything is always a disgusting mess, 4. I like my children most when they are asleep. I realize that they are supposed to be funny, but why are they ALL about how hard motherhood is? Why aren't there any about what makes up 99% of motherhood: the heart-aching beauty of our children and our vocation?

Where is the parody video about the first thing in the morning nursies and snuggles with your 6 month old? Where is the mom parody about the deep peace of snuggling your baby for a few extra minutes after the feeding, with your hand on her heart and her thumb in her mouth? Where is the mom parody about how her eyes light up every time she sees or hears her older brothers? Where is the mom parody about the warmth of her little body as you hold her, and her sweet baby smell? Where is the mom parody about how you can't stop kissing her? Where is the song about how her eyes light with love when she hears Daddy's voice, or about that excited/happy grunty sound she makes when she catches Momma returning to the room after a 5 minutes' absence? Where is the song about how fast she is learning, and how many things she is learning? How she is rolling, but it still fills her with wonder and confusion. She's not sure how she did it, and the look on her face is priceless. Where's the song about the first time she grabbed the ring on the baby gym?

And where is the parody about the 2.5 year old big brother who loves baby sister so fiercely, his love literally hurts? Where is the parody about the little boy learning to speak and the sweet sound of his voice as he repeats "Flop on the floor" while you read him a book, or sings "Jesus Loves Me," or repeats his bedtime prayer, or tries out a new German word, or calls his baby sister's and big brother's names? Where is the parody about his silly smiley face with the huge smiles, big dimples, squinty eyes and wrinkled nose? Where is the "parody" about how impossibly adorable he is? Where is the "parody" about how he tries to care for and entertain his sister? Where is the mom song about how he looks up to big brother and how much he loves his brother? Where is the song about how excited he is when it's Mommy's turn to put him down for nap and he says "Daddy kiss, Mommy nappie?" Where is the mom parody about how adorable he is with the Hungarian Goulash all over his face, or his request for "bread, cheese, and haim" (ham) for lunch? Where is the song about how he loves to play Holy Communion and points out every cross, saying “Jesus, cross”?

And where is the mom parody about the wonder of watching your 7 year old read fluently in English and German? Where is the song about how loving he is toward his siblings? Where is the recognition of the fact that if you bring the baby to his room to wake him up, he wakes happy and full of life, wanting to hold and kiss her? Where is the song about how he watches out for his younger brother when Mom and Dad are busy with other things? Where is the song about his goofy noises and beautiful songs that make his baby sister smile, coo, and giggle like she does for no one else? Where is the mom song about his half toothless grin and his excitement over the play they did yesterday in class? Where is the song that celebrates the way he tells stories about Grandpa Rick as if he remembers them himself, even though he was 10 months old when Grandpa died? Where is the song about how he pulls the scrapbooks off the shelf and sits and pages through them for hours or how he suddenly started reading chapter books on his own? Where is the song about how he loves to read his German Bible and can repeat the Biblical stories and their meanings in German during a special children’s sermon, when you could never tell that story in another language? Where is the song about how he loves to sing, and the beauty of hearing him practice hymns and songs in German with his Daddy accompanying on the piano?

I understand humor. I understand that motherhood is hard sometimes. But is that really the motherhood we want the world to always, always see? A world that is hurting precisely because it's swallowed the lie that children are inconveniences and hardships and dismissive of that hurt? A world that discards children, has disdain for them, or is hurting in not being able to have them? Why don’t we show the world that we are grateful for the amazing gift of our children? Let’s show them how we don’t know what to do with our hands when we’re not holding a child because it’s so natural and so a part of who we are…and that’s a good thing. Let’s show them what a privilege it is to watch them grow and learn. Let’s show them that being a mother is a huge part of who we are, and there is nothing wrong with that! Let's talk about how you love them so much sometimes you ache. Let's talk about how it's nice when they sleep, but you still really miss them, and sometimes you just want to hold them while they sleep. God has given me these beautiful gifts. I want to delight in them.

Moms and Dads, I want to know: What are some of the beautiful, hilarious, joyful things you love about your children and your vocation? Post some in the comments!

A Little Something

It has been a year since I posted here. Last April, we moved to Germany, I had a new baby to care for, a new language to learn, a new job, and a book to write. So this Consecrated Space has been quite neglected. As a missionary and Deaconess, I write regularly for The Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod's Eurasia Blog, all about the mission work we're doing in Eurasia. You can catch that here. But I thought it might also be nice to try and ease back into my personal blog. So here goes. An easy one. Lists.

American Things I'm Looking Forward To During Home Service This Summer

1. Cold, fizz free water, for free. Kostenlos. Whenever you want it. Without having to budget it. And not icky and warm. Oh gosh, how I love just plain old, cold water!

2. Tator Tots

3. The Hill in St. Louis

4. Weirdly, Chili's Restaurant

5. French Silk Pie

6. Grandma Yvonne's Sour Cream Meatloaf

6a. Related to 6 because you have to have it to make certain dishes such as Sour Cream Meatloaf: Condensed "Cream of..." Campbell's soups.

7. Ted Drewes

8. Customer Service. Nice customer service. Like, they don't believe you're in their way when you want to go down the aisle customer service.

9. Target. Stocking up on clothes for Thomas for sure. And maybe me too.  :-) (Matthias just has all of Thomas' old clothes).

10. Smoke free dining. Smoke free a lot of things. Just a lot less smoking.

11. Air conditioning. It got to be in the 100's here last year. Very unusual. No air conditioning. 3rd floor apartment. You do the math.

12. Obviously, our families and friends!

                                          In the Gemeindehaus on Easter Monday.

German Things I Will Miss While in America

1. Afternoon tea/coffee time.

2. Kuchen

3. Marzipan (seriously, one of the most glorious things on earth. Where has Marzipan been all my life??!!)

4. Being able to walk a lot of places.

5. Our apartment.

6. Our friends.

7. Our church.

Well, after all, it's home now too.  :-)

Top Ten Initial Reactions to Living In Leipzig, Germany

So it's been a year since I posted here. Probably because I've been preparing for and then having, nursing and loving my second son, Matthias, while also preparing for and then moving to Germany. My husband received a Call last May to serve as Strategic Mission Developer for the Lutheran Church - Missouri Synod in Leipzig, Germany.

So we are finally here after much preparation (all of us), fund-raising (Chris), crying (me), and having Baby #2 (also me). We arrived on April 3rd. Here are a few initial impressions concerning Germany:

1. Our partner church, the congregation we are working with, and all of its members and other staff are completely AWESOME. They have been so kind and good to us. We are living in a temporary situation with no washer/dryer and trying to find/buy all the things we will need for our permanent apartment, so they have been doing our laundry for us, driving us around, and helping us do things like set up bank accounts.

2. If you at least TRY to speak German and then fall off, anyone who knows English will smile at you and start speaking to you in English. They take pity on you and your as yet poor German. If they don't know English, they still smile, speak just as rapidly in Germany, gesture, and basically compliment your Baby.

3. They love the babies here. They are always stopping to admire Matthias and then tell us (in German, rapid German) how beautiful he is, and other things I don't understand but which must be complimentary because they are smiling and cooing, and generally making the happy noises people make concerning babies.

Matthias

4. They love music. Friday night. Choir. Organ. Thomaskirche. PACKED. This would not happen in America. I'm sorry; it's true. I'm just saying.

5. Every other person smokes and they are still allowed to to it pretty much anywhere. It is taking a lot for me to get used to gagging on smoke while eating my dinner. This mainly bothers me because it exposes my children.

6. Public transportation. Trams and buses. This is how we will likely always get around here (not planning to pick up a car anytime soon). I actually really enjoy it. It's expedient, affordable, and kind of fun. And Thomas loves it.

A Leipzig Tram passing by us at the Hauptbahnhof (Main Train Station)

7. Germans have cooler strollers with better wheels. I covet.

8. Everyone here speaks at least 2 or more languages. Our waiter last night spoke 4. Again, this does not happen much in America, and I wish we were better about this.

9. It's really hard to plan and buy a kitchen. (Most apartments/houses do NOT come with anything in the kitchen; you must plan and buy the kitchen yourself, and you take it with you when you move).

This is our IKEA kitchen plan. They are installing this on May 7 & 8!!!!

10. All in all, we are really liking it here, and I think it's going to be a wonderful place to live. It's beautiful, and it offers so much culture, tons of opportunities to engage in the arts, and yummy food.

Oh, and I have to add a bonus:

11. The fresh bread from the bakery, and the 4:00 PM kuchen (cake/torte) or butterspritz/butter keks/cookies tea time...yeah, LOVE. This country is not going to be good for my waist line.  ;-)

God's No, God's Wait, and God's Yes (Finally)

Almost exactly one year ago, in May of 2011, my husband graduated from the University of Texas with a Doctor of Musical Arts in Organ Performance (as in the instrument; you will not believe how many people think that has something to do with bodily organs). By the time he graduated, his name had been out for Call (he is also a Lutheran pastor) since November 2010. Everyone told us, "Oh, don't put his name out there too soon. 6 months, maybe less." Yeah. Right.

My husband had served part-time as an assistant pastor at two congregrations concurrent with his further graduate school work post-MDiv. First, he worked at a congregation in Indiana while earning his Mastor of Sacred Music from Notre Dame. Then, he worked at a congregation in Texas while earning his doctorate. Both of these arrangements were part-time and everyone knew that they would end when his schooling ended. It allowed my husband to "keep his hand in" so to speak and it gave the congregations the help they needed. Due to the fact that the call in Texas was part-time, we could not sustain ourselves on that salary alone once Chris' TA position ended with graduation. We were afloat.

There were a few good nibbles here and there, even down to an onsite interview with one congregation (which then decided not to Call another pastor after all). Nothing came, though, and we moved to Nebraska to live with family. Chris went into Candidate Status (which just means "available for a Call and not currently in one") and took a part-time job as head organist and choirmaster at a church in Lincoln. I amped up my tutoring hours. Chris took on lots of other projects and work (weddings, funerals, compositions for CPH, a semester teaching a course at Concordia in Seward). Still nothing. Little nibbles. Here and there. Then, nothing.

I don't know if "Candidate Status" spooked people (what does that mean? Did he do something "bad?"), or if they did not want to pay the scale for a pastor/organist with a doctoral degree, or if they thought he'd leave for a University job (of which there were very, very few anyway), or what. But the fact remained: nothing. Dead silence.

We lived our lives here in Nebraska as best we could day to day. We had a normal routine. Thomas started preschool. We enjoyed the extra benefits of being near family: weddings, Baptisms, holidays, birthdays, etc. But in the background the question loomed:

Where is God?

And we asked him. "Where are you Lord? What are you doing? Here we are, wanting to faithfully serve your church, and there is no place for us. What are you DOING?"

God was hiding. He does that: "For the LORD will rise up as on Mount Perazim; as in the valley of Gibeon he will be roused; to do his deed -- strange is his deed! and to do his work -- alien is his work!" (Isaiah 28:21). Yahweh's alien work hurts, it kills, it raises your hackles.

First we repented and pleaded. Then we asked and asked. Then we demanded.

You see, when God hides, you don't look to the hidden God with his alien work, you look to the revealed God and his promises, which are his proper work. And you hold him to those promises. So then the prayers became this:

"We've had enough. You have promised to provide for us, you have promised to hear our prayers and answer them, you have promised to be gracious for the sake of your Son, Jesus Christ. So, Lord, we are holding you to it. It's time to be the God of Promise. It's time to be the God of Grace. It's time, Lord. It's time to say yes."

That's faith talking, by the way. It sounds bad to our ears, but faith clings to the promises of God and holds him to those promises. Faith sees and knows that all of what happens is in the Lord's hands and by his doing, and holds him accountable.

We're not the first ones to talk like this.

Take Job, for example. The Lord had declared him righteous (Job 1:1,8), so Job held God to that declaration. When all his friends said "repent, do something differently, you must have done something wrong" Job said, "No! I know that the Lord has declared me righteous and blameless and I am holding him to it." Job goes so far as to confess that he will have an Advocate and that Advocate will bring his case before Yahweh, who will have to see that he has done wrong by Job. And even if Job were to die and decay, yet in his flesh he knew he would see God, his Redeemer (Job 19).

We are like Job. In our Baptisms, we have been declared righteous and blameless by God. We have gained an Advocate, Jesus Christ the Lord, who pleads for us before the throne of his Father. When God hides and works his alien work, we too can hold him to his promises in Christ Jesus. We too can confess that no matter what God does to us in the meantime, we know that we will see him with our own eyes and in our own flesh on the Last Day when he will vindicate us for Christ's sake.

That's faith talk. And there comes a point where that is all you have left. Faith and its clinging hand, holding on for dear life to the promises of God despite all appearances to the contrary. It is not a fun or easy place to be.

Almost a year to the day on which my husband graduated, he received the paperwork for a Solemn Call to serve as Strategic Mission Developer based out of Leipzig Germany. The Call was issued through the LCMS Board for International Mission. Finally, God said yes and worked his proper work. It was not the type of thing either one of us had ever envisioned ourselves doing (that's the way Yahweh likes to do it -- he sends you out to do the very thing you never thought you could. That way you know it is only because Christ is working in and through you that anything happens). And we responded by saying, "Here we are; send us." So it's off to Germany we go to find out what the Lord has in store for us there, and to serve him and his church throughout the world. That's a big yes from God after a lot of "No" and "wait".

God hides himself at many times in our lives. Deaths of loved ones, miscarriage, infertility, joblessness, depression, illness, injury, etc., etc. During those times when God is hiding and doing his alien work, the faith of the Baptized reaches out its hand and clings to the promises of God, holding on for dear life. And God will reveal himself, God has revealed himself, and God does reveal himself in Christ through Baptism, preaching, absolution and his very body and blood. There faith clings, and there faith will not be disappointed.

The Other Side of Organ Donation

My Dad with Thomas shortly after his birth in May 2008

Today I am seeing all over the web headlines about how Facebook has created a new tool for organ donation. ABC says Diane Sawyer has an exclusive interview with the woman at Facebook who came up with "a new idea; find out what it is" (she's a little behind the 8-ball since it's already all over the internet, but I digress). In every media report and television show plot line that I have ever seen dealing with organ donation, the focus is on the recipient and the sorrow of the other family is washed over a great deal. The assumption is that the grieving family will feel a whole lot better after their loved one's organs are donated, so the program focuses its attention on making them agree with a sob story about the person across the hospital wing who needs a new heart, and then leaves after effects of such a decision to the imagination. And what we are to imagine, I suspect, is that the family, though still sad, relieves a lot of its grief in the act of giving the organs away. It makes them feel better. That's what we're supposed to believe, anyway.

As commendable as using something like Facebook to help others is, as commendable as organ donation can be, I think it's wrong that no one really looks at the other side: the families of those who donate the organs. It was not something I had thought much about until I lost my Dad three years ago. And this may not be a popular thing to say, but organ donation is not a cut and dry easy thing which stems the grief of the family members.

This was taken in Austin about one month before my Dad died. They were visiting for Christmas.

A little over three years ago, while we were living in Austin, my Dad suffered a massive heart attack in January of 2009. My parents lived north of Chicago at the time. At first, my mom was in such shock that she told us not to come. They were working on him hard, putting in a stent, so it seemed like things were going to be okay. Thank goodness my brother Adam had the good sense not to trust mom's shock in those moments. He called us just a couple of hours later as he was on the road to Chicago himself. "Are you on a plane?" "No," I replied, "Mom said not to do anything yet." "Get on a plane, Liz." That was pretty much all he said. We raced home from my doctor's appointment, shoved what clean clothes we had into suitcases, and frantically called airlines.

That was Friday. We arrived in Milwaukee at about midnight on Friday night, or what was really now Saturday. A friend of Adam's picked us up and rushed us to my parents' house. The next morning, when I entered the hospital, the very first thing they said to me was, "look, we think your Dad is brain dead and here is why." They started poking and prodding, showing me his non-response, opening his eyelids and shining light. "See, no response." It was completely insensitive and awful. I had only just arrived. I had not even had the chance to BEGIN to come to grips with the fact that my father was laying there in the ICU unconscious, not looking a bit like himself. My husband wasn't even with me at the hospital yet because our son was still back at the house sleeping (he was just about 10 months old, the only grandchild). They hadn't even had a chance to see my dad yet, either. I couldn't understand why they would insist on doing that first thing when I arrived. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't just give me a few minutes alone with him before they started bombarding me with all the "proof" that he was brain dead.

Do you know why? They wanted his organs. They wanted them now. And the neurosurgeon wouldn't be around until later to legally declare him brain dead. My mom wouldn't do anything until all three of us kids arrived. They wanted to cram it into our heads so that we would quickly decide to release him for organ donation.

I'm sorry. It's true.

You see, my Dad was an organ donor. It was on his driver's license. In the state of Illinois, prior to a declaration of brain dead from a neuro specialist, the family has to okay organ donation. After the neurosurgeon declares the person legally brain dead, the family has no more say. By law, the doctors call in the transplant people and they start their tests. They didn't want to wait for the neurosurgeon, you see. They wanted to take his organs sooner. And they did not care one shred for how we felt.

We refused to make any decisions without the neurosurgeon's consultation. That made them angry. At one point, while we were all in the ICU lounge, my mother took our male neighbor and close friend in to see my Dad. This neighbor and my Dad had been close friends. They were in there talking when the doctor came into the room. He asked my mother again about organ donation. My mother said she would not consent until her children were ready. The doctor eyed our neighbor suspiciously and then asked, "Whose children are they?!" I think he was trying to find out if we were actually my Dad's step-children or if my mom was a second wife. She looked at him and said, "They are our children. Mine and the man in the bed's." She left the room and cried in my arms in the hallway. It was the first time she had cried. When we related what had happened to my husband and my two brothers, they went together to the doctor's office and basically told him to back off and leave my mother alone. After that he was all simpering politeness.

Once the neurosurgeon finally arrived and declared my father brain dead, we no longer had any choices or say in the matter. The transplant people came in and started their work. They took blood samples and tissue samples. They poked and prodded. They pushed and pulled. They, as my mother tearfully said to me later, "stole his dignity." Then they cajoled and talked with us. They told us how wonderful it was. The process was explained and the organs that they were going to take were discussed. They explained that they would take him when they were ready and that the ventilators would be turned off in the pre-op room. We had no say in when this would happen.

I asked them only this question: "Will you take his eyes?"

"Yes. Someone who is blind can use the corneas and will be able to see someday."

"Please," I said, "please don't take his eyes."

"We can't do that. We have to take everything. It's the process. This is how it works."

You see, to me, the eyes were what made my Dad my Dad. To take them was to take him in a very tangible way. And I could not stand that.

To be fair, I should say that my brothers do not feel completely the same way about this as I do. We all grieve differently and the impact of things like this is different for each person. For one of my brothers, especially, I think this was a source of comfort. To know that my Dad was doing one last great thing. You see, it was completely natural that my Dad would sign that organ donation card. He was generous to a fault. He was blustering, and loud, and angry and not always easy to live with. But he would die for you. He would give you his last dime. He would give you "the shirt off his back" as they say. So in a way, organ donation was natural for my Dad. But that did not necessarily make it easier for all of those who grieved him. It did not lessen our grief. And it should not be the source of our hope, as it is so often made out to be.

Our hope is not in organ donation and feeling that our family member did such a great and wonderful thing. Our hope is not in knowing that someone else will live a better or longer life because of it. Sure, those things are true. Sure, organ donation is good in that respect. But our hope is in somethng much greater: It is in the resurrection on the Last Day. My father is Baptized. And he will live, and in his flesh he will see God with his own eyes (Job 19). Perhaps that is what gave me the most pause with organ donation, especially my Father's eyes. You see, he'll need them again on that Last, great day. I know the Lord can and will restore him despite organ donation.

I'm not saying don't be an organ donor. I'm not saying organ donation is inherently bad or that every experience will be as terrible as mine. What I am saying is, let's be honest about it. Let's be honest about how hard it really is. Let's be honest about the fact that even all these years later, I feel, at best, ambivalent about it, and that's how others might feel, as well. Let's be honest. And, let's not place hope in an organ donation or the act of organ donation, but in the Lord and the promises He has given. His promises are to wipe every tear from our eyes; to carry our sorrows; to give us His body and blood for forgiveness, life, salvation, and yes, healing; and to resurrect us on the Last Day.

Just this year, my mother sent us all a copy of a letter she later received. It was from one of the recipients of my father's organs. This person was so very grateful, and it sounded as if this person's life would very much improve. What did this person receive? What else? His corneas.

With my Dad in December 2007 at a little diaper shower arranged by my mom.

Theology Pet Peeves: Bad "Application" of Proverbs 31:10-31

Supposedly a vintage image from the 50's. Seemed appropriate for this post.

I am returning again to theological pet peeves. Today's pet peeve is when Proverbs 31:10-31 is misapplied, misappropriated, and misunderstood. Often, these verses are used as a way to tell women exactly how they should be. This is, after all, what a "godly" woman looks like, so snap to and get with the program. Even without such pop Christianity uses and understandings of Proverbs 31:10-31, as a woman who has read this, as a woman who has had other women tell me how this passage makes them feel, I know that this passage can read as LAW LAW LAW, DO DO DO. I know it can make us all feel completely inadequate, awful, and like the worst wives, mothers, and women in the world, not to say what it must make single women feel (the whole pericope assumes a married woman). These verses, indeed, are often used on Mother's Day, in Lutheran circles at least, and I have heard more than one woman say after a Mother's Day service, "That passage makes me feel awful, and I hate it when they use this passage." These are women whom I admire as wives and mothers. Women who should not feel inadequate. But, according to popular ways of viewing this and just the general misunderstandings that occur whenever you read something on its own, the passage comes off in a certain way. Clearly, we should all be cooking over the stove like crazy, never taking a moment's rest, making our own clothing, and working really, especially hard at "fearing the Lord." After all, that's what the "worthy" woman of this passage does. And it's a prescription for how we should act and be. Isn't it? Isn't it?

Um, no. No it isn't. Period.

Have I shocked you yet, because I'm only getting started on ripping to shreds every law-ridden, pop-Christianity driven, guilt inducing understanding of this passage you have seen.

This passage is actually a description of who you already are in Christ Jesus.

Right now you're asking, "okay, how do you get that?"

Well, how I got here involves my Psalms and Writings class at Concordia Seminary with the amazing Dr. Lessing and my intensive study of the book of Ruth and three incarnations of a Bible study I've written on Ruth. Ruth is a type of Christ in that she loves Naomi with chesid love (that's Hebrew for the same concept of love as agape love in the NT). You see, Ruth is a type of Christ in that she goes above and beyond what is expected of her by the Law and by her society, and by her pagan upbringing for that matter, to serve, protect, live with, provide for, and even die with Naomi (one of the things she vows is to be buried with Naomi). Then she acts on that chesid love by returning to Israel with Naomi, gleaning in the fields to find them grain, and putting herself on the line in going to Boaz and asking him to redeem them (at which point Boaz takes over the type of Christ role -- but that's a whole different post).

Ruth is called a "worthy woman" in Chapter 3. This is a word which ties directly into Proverbs 31:10-31, (watch for it as "strength" which is another translation) the chapter in the Hebrew Bible which Ruth originally followed (in the English Bible, Ruth is placed chronologically after Judges because it took place during that time). Ruth is the woman of Proverbs 31.

The other piece to this puzzle is the close linguistical and subject relationship between Proverbs 31:10-31 and Proverbs 8. Proverbs 8 is a description of Wisdom. In the Hebrew, abstract nouns like "wisdom" are in a feminine conjugation, so wisdom is described using feminine pronouns. Toward the end of Proverbs 8, wisdom speaks about its origins. It was from the beginning, always beside the father, active in creation. Jesus Christ is Wisdom incarnate. Proverbs 8 describes Christ. [***Please note that this does not mean that Jesus is feminine or female. He is true God and true man, and a male, but this is the way Wisdom is described.] Take a look at this comparison (I would also recommend reading the entirety of each passage, but it is too much to paste in here):

Proverbs 31:10b & Proverbs 8:11a: More precious than jewels

10b She is far more precious than jewels.

8:[11a]  for wisdom is better than jewels,

Proverbs 31:17, 25 & Proverbs 8:14: "strength/worthy"

    [17] She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong.

 
 [25] Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come.

    

8:[14] I have counsel and sound wisdom; I have insight; I have strength.

Proverbs 31: 23, 31b & Proverbs 8:3: "in the gates"

    [23] Her husband is known in the gates when he sits among the elders of the land.

[31b] and let her works praise her in the gates.

    8: [3] beside the gates in front of the town, at the entrance of the portals she cries aloud:

   

Proverbs 31:26 & Proverbs 8: 6, 7, 8, 10: how her mouth speaks

 [26] She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.

8: [6] Hear, for I will speak noble things, and from my lips will come what is right,

[7] for my mouth will utter truth; wickedness is an abomination to my lips.

[8] All the words of my mouth are righteous; there is nothing twisted or crooked in them.

[10] Take my instruction instead of silver, and knowledge rather than choice gold,

 Proverbs 31:30 & Proverbs 8:13: fear of the Lord

   

[30] Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

8: [13] The fear of the Lord is hatred of evil.

Proverbs 31:31 & Proverbs 8: : fruit of her hands:

[31] Give her of the fruit of her hands,

8:   [19] My fruit is better than gold, even fine gold, and my yield than choice silver. (All taken from the ESV)

As can be seen from these parallel passages from the two Proverbs, Wisdom and the Woman of Proverbs 31 are extremely similar. They have a lot of similar characteristics, and while Proverbs 8 defines the "fear of the Lord," the woman of Proverbs 31 is said to be a woman who "fears the Lord." The woman of Proverbs 31:10-31 and Wisdom are the same. Therefore, Christ, being wisdom incarnate, already fulfills all the things the woman of Proverbs 31 does and is. Christ IS those things and DOES those things for you, in you, and through you. This means that, ultimately, you the mommy on the run, the wife, the single woman, you already are the woman who fears the Lord by virute of your Baptism into Christ's death and his living in and through you: "I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me" (Galatians 2:20, ESV).

"Crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth" by Marco Palmezzano, ca. 1490

So the next time Proverbs 31:10-31 is read on Mother's Day or confronts you at some other time, you can listen to it being read, smile, and say, "That's me."