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Note: This post includes two reports from women of faith who attended the Women’s March in D.C. on January 21, 2017.

by Jeanine Kopaska Broek

Shortly after the election, my friend sent me a note: “Would you be willing to go with me to the Women’s March in D.C.?” After a moment of logistical processing and some quick messaging to a friend to line up free lodging, I turned to my husband and said, “For the sake of the relationship, I would like to say yes.” It was settled. Brandy, our friend Julie, and I would attend the March on Washington.

Brandy had come to me the day after the election, sat on my couch and cried. My friend unloaded her fears about the hatred she thought was unleashed in this election, fears for her family’s safety and fears of losing their insurance. She and I share a lot of life conversations together. This is the kind of missional living my husband and I do as we give people access to our lives while we minister in our neighborhood parish called The Table.  After five years of relationship-building with Brandy, I knew she trusted me. We share many similar convictions, and after these years, I have been granted the opportunity to share how my faith, different from hers, has shaped my convictions.

In the days leading up to the March, I sensed regret in my decision to make the trip. These feelings caused me to ask, “Why am I going?”  I had decided to go for the sake of this relationship, but there also was a deeper tug for me. I harkened back, way back, to being a 14-year-old talking with my state legislator about my pro-life convictions. That energizing experience, followed by years of grassroots organizing, shaped me for advocacy. Instead of becoming the pro-life lobbyist I dreamed of when I wrote my career paper in my sophomore year of high school, I have become an urban farmer and missionary, sharing conversations on life and faith while I farm. Attending the Women’s March on Washington was one way for me to resurrect that deeply rooted conviction to be a vigilant, active citizen. 

I was going to the March to honor this trusting relationship with my friend and because I knew that God shaped me for advocacy. But it wasn’t until I sat down to make the sign I would carry that I had to clarify my voice in the midst of the March’s platform and my Christianity. After examining the popular messages floating about on the Internet, I chose to write “Truth is powerful, and it will prevail.”

What truth, then, was I marching for?

I marched for an opportunity to speak truth. I believe that to be a person of influence requires investing time to understand perspectives that are not your own. Spending a few days with Brandy and Julie allowed for hours of conversation. These were challenging conversations, the kind where you feel your chest inflate with anxiety and remind yourself to calm down. My willingness to engage communicates that I care, even when I don’t agree. Often I am made aware of things that were unseen to me before.  Often I am sharpened in my thinking as I am forced to evaluate, dissect, and articulate the truth I profess to believe.

I marched for dignity for all human beings. I marched for life on a cosmic scale. I marched because I believe that Jesus spent his life standing with, feeding, healing, and washing the feet of fellow human beings who didn’t view life as he did. Even more, I think he modeled being in a very uncomfortable place for the entirety of humanity. God, in his great wisdom, used women and men from all tribes to fulfill his promise to the world he created and sustains. He used David and Rahab and even unclean birds, the ravens, to feed his servant Elijah. He used and continues to use unsuspecting means to speak the truth.

These unsuspecting means of conveying truth eventually helped me more fully understand why I was in this March. It was not exactly a comfortable place. It was not comfortable to hear speakers raging on for five hours, rallying the crowd with messages that did not hit home for me. It was not comfortable to stand in a sea of purple and white “Keep Abortion Legal” signs. It was not comfortable for me to hear the blanket, crowd-rousing statement, “Surely not a woman here has not used Planned Parenthood.” I thought, “Well, nope, I don’t belong here.” I must have been the 1 in 500,000 who hadn’t. I wrestled and continue to wrestle with a conviction that a Christian woman would not have been welcomed to the stage along with her Jewish, Muslim, Mexican, African American, and American Indian sisters. At some point I realized that although I am a woman, this March with this platform wasn’t exactly for me. I was somehow in, but not of, this group. I was marching shoulder to shoulder with women and men for whom this gathering was intended. I was standing in solidarity for those living with a pain that I do not know.

There I stood. I stood in that one spot for five hours. I stood there listening and wrestling. I stood in a mass of people. I had no idea how big the gathering had become because I was in my one little spot. I realized that it can be hard to discern much about life beyond my own, from the one little spot in life I occupy.

I was fatigued from being in that spot that day. I was cold. I had to go to the bathroom but there was no way out of the crowd. I was checking the clock as my discomfort grew. One hour until we march! I was getting anxious to move, to march. Twenty-five minutes to go.  Finally, it was 1 p.m., and we should have marched at any minute. Yet another speaker came to the stage and another 30 minutes passed.  One hour. One-and-one-half hours. The crowd was agitated. The chanting started, “March! March! March!”  The speakers continued on. The crowd continued to interrupt with their chanting. I was standing at the epicenter of the crowd near the stage. People were starting to push as if they could manage to turn the tide of people that had swelled the streets of Washington.

It was at those moments of greatest agitation, with all of my being wanting to move, that I awoke to that unsuspecting truth. I too wanted something to change in order to get out of that uncomfortable spot. I realized that what I felt in those moments was what needed to be felt and remembered that day. “Solidarity in weakness,” as Henri Nouwen put it, is what Jesus modeled for Christians. Those feelings of desperately wanting change—hope realized—is what many marginalized people long for so deeply. But they have to wait while the whole mass gets oriented to move. And even then, it takes a very long time for movement to reach the center. And so I said to the people around me in that moment and to the people I talked with back at home, that experiencing the discomfort along with the yearning for movement, was exactly what the March was about.

It might be easy to think that marching the streets of Washington, raising voices with chants and songs, was what this gathering was all about. Standing in solidarity with the weak, being available for deepening relationships, and feeling the pain of a broken world point me toward Jesus. Truth can be painful. Truth also sets us free.

 

by Abigail Schutte

I’m a student. I was born, baptized, and raised in the Christian Reformed Church. It’s a denomination I love. I have been shaped by its theological framework that every square inch of creation coming under the lordship of Christ. This has encouraged me to understand that my vocation is part of God’s plan of redemption, as I desire to work in institutions that help the most vulnerable in society.

On January 21, I participated in the Women’s March on Washington. Not everyone I love and respect was happy to hear about my decision to march that Saturday, but they understood that my decision to march flows from my understanding of who I am as a follower of Jesus Christ.

Christian citizenship has been a concept I’ve wrestled with throughout my time at Calvin College. I embrace my role as an agent of renewal, but what does that look like in my political community? How can I be used by God in his restoration of what sin has tainted, when I know sin has tainted the very institutions that have authority over me? In “Citizenship Is Our Common Calling,” Stephanie Summers of the Center for Public Justice writes in a way that helps me understand my Christian citizenship.

We must recognize that we share the political communities we are developing alongside those with whom we have deep disagreements regarding our understanding of what it is to be human, the responsibilities of government, and the purpose of our political communities. However, we must do the hard work of remaining committed to the development of political communities that extend justice to all.

This also means that God invites us as citizens to examine our political communities with a critical, but hopeful vision. We must work together to animate, scrutinize, advance, and, when needed, correct through reform our political communities.

My calling as a Christian citizen compels me to align my political community with God’s greater purpose. In all I do, as imperfectly as it often manifests itself, I attempt to be an agent of renewal and follow the ways of Jesus. I believe participating in the Women’s March was one such way to display Christian citizenship.

I am aware that this display of democracy and citizenship was not a perfect one. There were groups who stand for the most vulnerable, the unborn, that were excluded from formally participating in the March, a decision that I was deeply saddened about. But I also want to be clear that I, a person who grieves over the reality of abortion, was welcomed to participate in this march for women’s rights. I was welcomed to weep alongside other participants for the circumstances that often lead women to feel like abortion is their only option. I marched to raise awareness of sexual assault, for women of all colors and socioeconomic statuses to have equal access to birth control and women’s healthcare, for women who live in deep poverty, and  for women who feel like society has told them successful women don’t have children. All of these issues deeply affect the lives of unborn children. We can debate about rules, regulations, and criminalization of abortion, but rarely do we look to the causes that often surround  woman as they consider  abortion  I was saddened to hear my pro-life friends demonize the March. It was very much about addressing the realities that many believe would lead to a decline in abortions. As Christians we are called to engage every square inch of this world because every square inch belongs to Jesus Christ. We are called to engage lovingly with those we disagree with. We are called to engage boldly with movements that bring about justice. We are called to engage critically with our world.

When my friends and my family asked why I marched, I was able to tell them I marched because I don’t believe our current political community is extending justice to all. I marched because I am hopeful that God can work through our government to provide some element of shalom here on earth. I marched to draw attention to the current corruptions of that shalom where women are abused and assaulted, where women encounter barriers to the healthcare they need, where women are talked about and valued based on physical appearance when we know that God looks directly to the heart. That’s why I marched.

About the Author

Jeanine Kopaska Broek holds a Master's in Urban Public Health from the City University of New York. She is the cofounder and codirector of The Table Urban Farm and Community Church with her husband Craig Broek, an ordained pastor in the CRC. She lives in Denver, Col.

Abigail Schutte is a senior at Calvin College studying Political Science, Sociology, and Urban Studies. 

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Comments

Thank you Banner, for the introductory disclaimer.  It should be included far more often.  Without it, readers can't really know whether opinions expressed are those of the "official publication of the CRC" or otherwise.

Nothing says "Christian citizenship" like marching around in the street with a crudely named crass representation of female reproductive organs afixed to your head.  (See pitcture at top)  Well done, Banner; raising the bar in Christian decency once again. 

"Christian citizens" elected the president whose proud accounts of sexual assault inspired the cap. That's what you should find indecent.

Hello John,

Did I somewhere indicate that what President Trump once said is not indecent?  Does the indecency of Mr. Trump justify further indecency?  A biblical standard is much higher than "He did it first!"

Thank you for sharing these stories from the March on Washington. I made a decision not to travel to DC but attended the march in Lansing, MI, but felt many of the same passions and the hope that these women felt. One important step in crossing any divide is listening to those who disagree. Good to hear why people marched, glad this article provides opportunity to listen to these voices. 

The beautiful Christian sensirivity of these articles nearly brought me to tears. That's partly beause of what they didn't do.  They didn't stereotype others as NOTHING BUT a bunch of deplorables or NOTHING BUT baby killers.  They didn't use sarcastic or degrading language to describe those of different or even wrong convictions.  What they did do is recognize that until Christ returns there is a frustrating mix of sin and grace in all of us and all our institutions.  What they did do is speak and act with winsom grace that witnesses to God's Kingdom.  Thanks

Syl Gerritsma

 

 

Eric Van Dyken, way to raise the bar on discussing issues.  A pink hat with cat ears is only as crude as your thoughts, I think. You didn't say what Trump said was indecent, but you attacked those who mocked it for their "indecency" while ignoring the wrong they addressed.  And the Biblical standard for knit hats is? 

Thank you to Abigail and Jeanine for sharing their thoughts on participating in this march. 

Sorry Pam, but Eric's characterization of the "pink hats with cat's ears" do not originate with him.  I thought too they were just pink hats until marchers who wore them, via a variety of media that covered them, informed me they were intended by those wearing them to be as Eric characterized them. 

In other words, the "crude thoughts" you attribute to Eric are not his.

I have no big objection to either of these ladies joining this march, but their doing so does ccrinkle the forehead (but theirs too apparently?).

This march was about as inarticulate and unfocused as any I've seen in my near half a century of adult life.  It was a true "huh, what?"

Except for this. It was a march that was intended to protest that Hillary Clinton was not elected the President and Donald Trump was.  And to the extent this march represented that point, I think it was unfortunate because it was a bit of an overt protest against the rule of law, the kind of political system that exists in the US and that has been a blessing beyond description.  We have elections het e instead of violent revolution.  And we pioneered that idea -- not a small achievement -- any many other nations in the world have since copied our system.

Don't over read what I'm saying.  The right to peacefully protest is part of our political system.  But usually, a peaceful protest has a point, a message, that can be understood.  This one didn't have such a message, except that it was a protest against the results of an election, and that is a bit of a precedent, and not a good one.  It smacks just a bit of French Revolution thinking.

To explain that just a bit, imagine a march held on the inauguration day of President Clinton, where lots of white supremacists showed up, and rabid speakers denounced the president as illigitmate and revealed they were thinking a lot about blowing up the White House, and that they were as crazy as Hillary Clinton even if not in the same way.

Would I support the right of these hypothetical marchers on Clinton's hypothetical inauguration day?  Absolutely.  Would I regard the march as evidencing something good?  Absolutely not.  Nor do I regard this so-called "women's march."  Both the hypothetical and the actual march would be far too French Revolution for me.

One of these authors says she at least felt good that in marching, she was "in solidarity with the weak."  Fascinating, given that the core of Trump's supporters were those that are poor, political weak, economically weak, culturally ignored sn d forgotten, and universally despised as hicks, rednecks, white trash, and, who can forget, "deplorables."

For myself, I wouldn't have marched in either the real or the hypothetical inauguration day marches.  Both might quite legal but at the same time destructive of good aspects of the US political system.

Hi Pam,

As Doug has pointed out, the hat reference is not a product of my mind, and if you are not aware of the ubiquitious nature of the reference, you are in the vast minority.  I contend that displays of Christian citizneship (as referenced by one of the authors) should by biblical standards rise above the crudeness and vulgarity of the world around us, including that of Donald Trump.  Not that you are really that dense, but clearly there is no biblical standard for knit hats, nor did I pretend that there was.  However, there are biblical standards for decency.  If you want to make the argument that crude public references to female reproductive organs are honoring to women and a mark of virtuous Christian civic engagement, feel free to do so.  I will disagree with that position, as I would also disapprove of Christian men making a point about men by parading around with phallic symbols on their heads.  I don't consider that an "attack" on anyone.  Rather, I consider that the principle of "iron sharpening iron".  If we cannot exhort one another without accusations of "attack", we will have a hard time being the body of Christ together.