We come at this morning’s talk by a circuitous route. We are again in the Book of Acts, and we
learn of St Paul’s missionary journey into Europe – a trail become very
familiar, as we speak, to thousands of desperate refugees from tyranny and
terror. Paul winds up at the Roman
colony of Philippi, in Macedonia, just to the north of Greece. As Paul usually did, he sought out the local
synagogue. In Philippi the Jews met by
the riverbank outside the city gate. And
here we meet Lydia. Lydia is a Jewish
businesswoman. She deals in purple cloth
– this is the much sought after Tyrian Purple, the colour dye made from a
particular shellfish secretion. It was very
trendy, and Lydia was on to a good thing.
One interesting side-issue is that the makers of the purple dye acquired
such a pervasive body stench that the Talmud, the Jewish law, eventually
provided that a woman could divorce her husband if he entered this trade
following marriage.
Paul founded a Christian church in Philippi, and clearly
Lydia was one of its leaders. He mentions
her in his later Epistle to the Philippians as exactly that. We are only now starting to assemble with
much more precision the evidence of what that infant church was like in its
structure and life. It is
fascinating. It was most certainly not
the male-dominated, patriarchal arrangement reflected and carried into church law
in subsequent centuries down to our own day.
Right at the start, women were totally present in the communal response
to the risen Christ.
Now, in the same letter Paul wrote to that church in
Philippi, he makes this wonderful plea about two other women: I urge
Euodia and I urge Syntyche to be of the same mind in the Lord. Yes, and I ask you, loyal Synzygus, help
these women, for they have struggled beside me in the work of the gospel,
together with Clement and the rest of my co-workers, whose names are in the
book of life [Phil 4:2-3]. Euodia
and Syntyche are at odds with each other.
There is damaging dissention in his beloved Philippian church, but Paul,
uses sensitivity. He repeats the verb
for each of them equally -- I urge Euodia
and I urge Syntyche… He lists them in alphabetical order. He praises them… He asks Synzygus to help these women.
We have no idea what this was about. In my experience it might have been because
Euodia didn’t want her children playing with Syntyche’s rotten kids... Or it may have been a bustup in the church
choir among the sopranos… The point is
not any of that. The point is that
strife anywhere, anytime, is a choice we have made. Agreement to live in peace, on the other
hand, agreement to understand and respect difference – these are also choices
we are free to make.
In contemplative life and prayer, in a sense, there is no
choice about this. In the company of
Christ we are not at liberty to be in enmity with anyone. Disagreement, certainly, but so far as it
lies with us we do not have enemies.
There is silence and peace, shalom, in our relationships, especially in the
difficult ones. And it is all fuelled
and renewed daily in the silence of our own hearts, our inmost lives, and our
prayer.
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