You know what you don’t except to hear when you listen to a podcast from Bethel Church, a charismatic megachurch with its own School for Supernatural Ministry?
St Irenaeus’ theology of Mary as the New Eve.
A friend sent me a podcast on Christianity as the “Original Women’s Movement”. At the beginning, it has this prose poem by Christianna Reed Maas and it is simply too good not to share. I don’t know about you, but
sometimes often, I need to be reminded that who I am as a woman is a precious and powerful thing.
This does that.
Motherhood: A Prose Poem
My willingness to carry life is the revenge, the antidote, the great rebuttal of every murder, every abortion, and every genocide. I sustain humanity. Deep inside of me, life grows.
I am death’s opposition.
I have pushed back the hand of darkness today. I have caused there to be a weakening tremor among the ranks of those set on earth’s destruction. Today a vibration that calls angels to attention echoed throughout time. Our laughter threatened hell today.
I dined with the greats of God’s army. I made their meals, and tied their shoes. Today, I walked with greatness, and when they were tired I carried them. I have poured myself out for the cause today.
It is finally quiet, but life stirs inside of me. Gaining strength, the pulse of life sends a constant reminder to both good and evil that I have yielded myself to Heaven and now carry its dream. No angel has ever had such a privilege, nor any man. I am humbled by the honor.
I am great with destiny.
I birth the freedom fighters. In the great war, I am a leader of the underground resistance. I smile at the disguise of my troops, surrounded by a host of warriors, destiny swirling, invisible yet tangible, and the anointing to alter history. Our footsteps marking land for conquest, we move undetected through the common places.
Today I was the barrier between evil and innocence. I was the gate-keeper, watching over the hope of mankind, and no intruder trespassed. There is not an hour of day or night when I turn from my post. The fierceness of my love is unmatched on earth.
And because I smiled instead of frowned, the world will know the power of grace. Hope has feet, and it will run to the corners of earth, because I stood up against destruction.
I am a woman. I am a mother. I am the keeper and sustainer of life here on earth. Heaven stands in honor of my mission. No one else can carry my call. I am the daughter of Eve. Eve has been redeemed. I am the opposition of death. I am woman.
Daughters of Eve Redeemed in Mary
St Irenaeus was one of the first fathers to speak of Mary as the New Eve.
It makes sense when you think about it.
If a woman precipitated the Fall, it is only fitting that she play some small role in bringing about Redemption, her own and the whole world’s. Because Mary could have not believed the word of God, just like her mother Eve did.
But she didn’t. She believed.
She chose to believe the Word of God, to bear life, and to play her role in defeating Satan.
We were daughters of Eve but now, thanks be to God, Eve has been redeemed, and we are, in Christ, daughters of God and of Mary. It’s a pretty sweet deal. In fact, you know that saying, “I am woman, hear me roar”? Well, in light of all this it’s looking a bit weak really.
Myself, I prefer a much more evocative, if not downright crunchy, version…