Unravelling My Story: That Time I Cried Watching Wonder Woman

In honor of International Women’s Day yesterday I’m gonna go there.

When I watched Wonder Woman I bawled.  It came from a deep place and surprised me, but I did.

***SPOILER ALERT***

Diana, who has trained her entire life for war finally steps onto war-torn soil.  She is surrounded by suffering and injustice and every cell in her body is feeling the need to respond.  But those people are not the mission.  There is nothing that can be done for them.  Or so she is told repeatedly by her male colleagues.  And finally after being told no and reminded of the mission many times, she has finally had enough.  She can’t not do something and so she ignores the pleas of her colleagues, she sluffs off her cape like she sluffs off their expectations. She takes up her weapons and steps into No Man’s Land.  As she pushes in on the enemy and the others rise to follow and do battle alongside her I am struck by the beauty of the thing and I am almost ugly crying in the theatre.  I’m not even sure why. As Dan and I walk home I begin to process what it was that produced that response in me.

I believe men and women are different and that that is a gift.  I don’t necessarily believe that there are personality traits that belong to only men or only women.  For example I believe that there are gentle and nurturing men and that there are strong and ambitious women and that there is nothing wrong with that.  However, I do believe that the way a gentle and nurturing man will express those traits will likely look different than the way and gentle and nurturing woman expresses those traits and so forth.  I think this is the case because our brains and bodies work differently, we interact with our worlds differently and the social realities that form us are different (i.e. both nature and nurture make us different).  So without going to much farther down the gender theory path, because that’s not where I’m going with all this, my personal view is that men and women are different and our diversity is a gift.

So, what did I see in Wonder Woman that lead me to cry for the beauty of it?  I saw a group of warriors out to do battle against evil.  I saw the strengths of Diana and the strengths of her male counterparts.  They both had the same goal – end the war – but they approached that in different ways.  The men were focused on the mission – this is the one thing we have to do to get the job done.  And there was Diana, who absolutely could not put blinders on to the suffering she was seeing.  She was moved by what she saw and she had to do something about it.  When she made that decisive step into No Man’s Land in order to take back the town from the enemy, she was responding to a call that the men had not heard, but when they saw her leaning into her purpose they jumped up and they supported her and they decided to fight alongside her.

Dare I say that we have often characterized the “emotion” of women as a weakness, a liability, a distraction? What if we could view it as a strength?What if we released women to feel deeply, to perceive injustice with prophetic vision of how things ought to be, to be burdened and to mourn for their communities, or the communities of another, to dream of a better way and to be moved into action. What if we released women to pursue their calling with the gifts and strengths and abilities that God knit into them while they were in their mothers’ womb. And what if it wasn’t just some little side-show (how sweet!) but that we actually got behind them as they charged the darkness in the power of the Holy Spirit.

Of course we needed Steve too. We needed his focus and his drive toward the thing that he was called to. We needed his form of conviction and bravery. We needed him to fly that plane in the sky sacrificing himself for the sake of the village to which they had just brought liberty under Wonder Woman’s calling. We need him and his strengths just as much as we need her and her strengths. And while I’m advocating for women here, the broader point is this: we need one another.

Imagine if all of God’s sons and all of God’s daughters were included in the fight, armed to fight in the battle and freed to lead the charge on the hills to which He has called them. “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms” (Ephesians 6:12), and the battle is too big to leave any one of God’s soldiers untrained and unengaged and doubting that they are called to push back the darkness because someone else hasn’t already taken the first step.  I am compelled by a vision of us, men and women both, leading together in our God-given strengths and gifts and abilities and differences.

Unravelling Cynicism: Living in the Already/Not Yet with Prophetic Vision

There is this Robert Munsch story called The Boy in the Drawer that was a part of my Canadian childhood.  It is about this miniature boy that pesters and reeks havoc in the life of a little girl. Every time she gets mad at him and tells him to go away he grows a little.  Finally at the end of the book (spoiler alert) the little girl and her mom and dad realize that when they show love to the boy he shrinks – so they shower him with affection until he completely disappears.

I have a cynic in me that acts a lot like that little boy.  It grows and growls loud and obnoxious or it shrinks and become powerless, depending on my perspective.

Brokenness has been on prominent display in the wake of the mass shooting in Parkland, Florida: the brokenness of individuals, systems, governments and societies.  When it comes to the debate about gun control in the US, I just don’t get it.  As a Canadian I don’t get it.  As a Christian I don’t get it.  It completely boggles my mind. And as I watch people fighting and posturing and rail-roading efforts toward justice with their own self-interest the cynic in me grows and grows and grows. I am extremely pessimistic when it comes to our human systems. I know some people feel called to fight within politics, but I just can’t be one of those people; although I have convictions that affect the way I view politics, I feel an overwhelming hopelessness and cynicism on the political front.

But the cynic in me shrinks and the hope in me increases when I take my eyes off of the man-made systems and catch a vision of the Kingdom of God.  It’s like Elisha’s servant who is filled with despair as he looks out at the vast army surrounding them; it looks impossible until Elisha prays for his servants eyes to be opened and he is then able to see God’s invisible army all around (2 Kings 6:15-17).

We see this duality in the life of the prophets of the Bible all the time. They deeply mourned and even despaired of the brokenness they saw around them.  They communicated messages of gloom and destruction. There is an aspect in which knowing God’s good heart shines a big bright spotlight on all that is wrong and broken. But always, at some point, God gave the prophets a vision of what restoration looked like. He always offered hope like an olive branch. Which is why in the midst of some of the most depressing books of prophecy in the Old Testament we have some of the most compelling pictures of hope lived out and seeping into all aspects of life.

On the other side of the Old Testament prophets Jesus breaks into human suffering and suffers the brokenness right along with us, all the while pointing us to the Kingdom of God, declaring the “year of the Lord’s favour”, jubilee, restoration. Jesus said the Kingdom of God was near and He said the Kingdom of God was here. Jesus died and rose again and He sits on the throne – everything is under his feet. He invites us to live in the upside-down reality of His reign. Where love motivates rather then fear. Where serving and sacrificing is the way to impact rather than position and posturing. Where giving up ones life is the way to actually find it. Where the poor, hungry, humble, weak, grief-stricken, peace-makers and persecuted are actually the blessed ones. No matter the earthly kingdom we find ourselves in, this is the beautiful reality that Jesus calls us to live out of.

We live in this tension – the already/not yet of the Kingdom of God. We mourn the brokenness and pray fervently for His will to be done on earth as at is in heaven. And we let the vision that Jesus gives of a world permeated with the power of the gospel motivate us toward the realization of it as we cling to the promise that he will be with us always and move in the power of the Spirit, operating in God’s economy.

I love the images of jubilee and shalom in the OT, and Zechariah’s vision of the old people hanging out while the kids frolic and play. I love the vision that Jesus cast as he preached on the side of the mountain and as he prayed on his last night before his death. I love how Paul called time and again for the Church to live out unity in all of their diversity. I love how John painted a picture of every tribe and tongue and nation worshipping around the throne of Jesus. I love that in the early church people sold everything and no one had need, that the Ephesians adopted abandoned babies, and that the gospel defied all the social cast systems of that day.

And I am inspired by the vision of the Kingdom that I see as individuals, in the power of the Spirit, live it out despite the governing laws and politics around them. I have friends who are punching human slavery in the gut as they slay the power of porn addiction in their lives or bring flowers and dignity and all their care to prostitutes in red light districts in SE Asia.  I know people who put not just their money but all their resources where their mouths are, valuing human life enough to care for mothers in crisis rather than shaming them, and to foster and adopt so that there are other options.  I’ve seen those who are moving in to rough neighbourhoods rather than moving out of them; people who have committed to teach in the rough schools in rough neighbourhoods with rough kids; people who have sponsored refugees.  I have friends who work in microfinance projects and skills training so that people can leave the poverty cycle.  I have heard story after story of radical love and communities transformed – and it is almost always from the bottom up.

I look to government and broken human systems and the cynic grows, paralyzing me with fear; I look to Jesus, to His vision, to His gospel affecting every sphere of life, to his Kingdom reality lived out at a grassroots level in the lives of Spirit-filled individuals all over the globe and I have all the hope in the world!

Let’s fix our eyes on Jesus and cling to hope and follow as He calls us to live out of His kingdom reality.