Thursday, December 21, 2017

Are #MeToo Revelations Ruining Christmas?

A daily perusal of social media is usually filled with breathtaking landscapes, pouty teenage selfies and magazine-worthy pictures of people’s food. This week, it's also brimming with  sparkly lights, joy-filled quotes, and family togetherness.

Of course, these posts are typically the best versions of ourselves - we don’t talk about the sleepless night that afforded the sunrise view, the insecurities that fuel the provocative selfies, or the arguments that take place at the dinner table after the food has been photoed.

So it’s easy to think, as we scroll through the posts of our “friends,” that everyone’s life is enviably beautiful, peaceful and purposeful.

Until #MeToo.

In the wake of Weinstein and Spacey, Conyers and Moore, Franken and Lauer,  and an ever-expanding list of others, #MeToo has become a public rallying cry for those who have cried privately for a long time. 

The good thing about this movement is that it has opened people's eyes to the magnitude of the problem.  Of course, it has thusfar only scratched the surface.  According to U.S. statistics, one in four women and one in six men are victims of sexual assault during their lifetime.  We're talking about tens of millions of people.  And 33 million U.S. women have been sexually harassed in work-related episodes, according to an ABC News/Washington Post poll, with 14 million resulting in assault. 

There are a multitude of reasons why this grieves me.  But at the heart of it all is the fact that sexual wounds inflict incredible damage to our souls.

Human sexuality is a beautiful thing.  Our Creator wove it into us, and so it is good.  When a husband and wife become "one flesh," something almost mystical takes place.  It binds them together in ways nothing else can or does.  This is why sexual brokenness hurts so deeply and so profoundly.  The wounds may heal over time, but they leave scars on our souls that never completely fade away.

And that is why many people have had to take a break from all forms of media - social, online, even old-school television and newspaper.

Because the flood of posts and news stories, while validating, are also triggering. For victims and their loved ones, #MeToo churns up pain and anxiety and anger. Over and over and over and over.  And over.  When all someone wanted in their ten minutes of social media escape was to see some pretty sunsets and yummy food.  And maybe some puppies. 

So here we find ourselves on the edge of Christmas, trying to decorate and celebrate while being bombarded with brokenness. Society’s brokenness, our loved ones’ brokenness, our own brokenness.
 
How in the world are we supposed to celebrate Christmas in the midst of all this brokenness???

Hmmm.

I think it's by celebrating Christmas.  And by celebrating, I don't mean whipping up a batch of peppermint bark or putting on a sparkly dress.  I mean by grabbing onto the heart of Christmas with everything we've got. 

In case you don't know or have forgotten what Christmas is really about, it is this:  God poured Himself into a tent of human flesh to walk our earthly dust and live our human lives...and then to deliver us from all our brokenness by bearing everyone's sin on His own perfect self on the Cross, carrying it with Him into death, and then conquering the grave itself. 

Which has absolutely everything to do with #MeToo.

Because Jesus not only paid for the sins we've committed, but for the sins committed against us.  For the brokenness we experience at the hands of other people's brokenness.

And He doesn't do this from a distance, with an air of royal pity.  No.  He willingly left His perfect and powerful place in Heaven at the right hand of the Father in order to walk wounded right alongside us.  Jesus was constantly berated, mocked and betrayed.  By authority figures, by strangers, by friends and by His very own family. 

And then, on the last day of His mortal life, He endured the worst.  In a city that was swelling with more than 600,000 families to observe the Passover, the Son of God allowed Himself to be stripped naked by mockers, enduring the worst kind of humiliation and physical torture.  Publicly.  In front of a cheering mob.  And then nailed to a Roman cross and hoisted into the air for the whole city to see.  While soldiers drew straws to steal what was left of His clothing.  And then He died.  And everyone scurried away.

But then.  The Holy Spirit of God, the Rua'ch HaKodesh, defeated brokenness and death itself by demolishing the power of the grave.  By raising the Messiah back to life. By putting death to death. And so, when we grab ahold of Him, the very heart of Christmas, His victory over brokenness is ours too.

We don't have a priest who is out of touch with our reality.  He's been through weakness and testing, experienced it all - all but the sin.  Hebrews 4:15 The Message

This Redeemer has redeemed all your woundedness as one who has experienced it and then conquered it.  He knows what it feels like to be harassed and belittled and assaulted without cause. And for people to do nothing about it.  To even be laughed and mocked at in the middle of the suffering.  And then to be abandoned by people closest to Him. 

So when Jesus offers His peace and freedom, they aren't trite, empty words.  What He offers you is real, and it's deep and it's eternal.  

"I am leaving you with a gift - peace of mind and heart.  And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give..." John 14:27 NLT 
So again, I ask, how are we supposed to celebrate Christmas in the midst of all this brokenness?  

By celebrating Christmas. By welcoming the One who came into our midst with the sole purpose of healing our brokenness. Who was willing to taste our brokenness - no, not just taste it, but to drink the full cup, down to the dregs - so that we could be made whole.

...the Spirit helps us in our weakness...the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. Romans 8:26 ESV

Amen and amen.
Tammy - mother, daughter, sister, friend, social worker, follower of Jesus