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Content Warning: The selected Bible verses contain references to sexual assault.


I was decades old

Before I realized

The presence

Of the absence

Of women’s narratives,

Women’s stories,

Women’s voices

In the Lectionary,

In regular, weekly Christian worship.

I was decades old

Before I really paid attention

To how few sermons

I had heard

Centered in Biblical women.

I was decades old 

Before I realized

How few Biblical women’s stories

Provided the voices

For my own preaching.

And then I took a class

From the late

Rev. Dr. Susan Hedahl

At the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Gettysburg.

And we read the Biblical women –

Their narratives,

Their stories,

Their words.

All of them.

We heard

WomenSpeak.

We tried to hear them

On their own merit,

In their own time,

And in ours.

And I started to hear

Their words,

Their voices,

The sounds of their speech

And the intonations of their stories –

Rising from the graves

In which they are buried,

Speaking side-by-side,

Bouncing off of one another,

Sparking –

Like flint-striking-flint

In the dark.

I have been hearing them ever since,

Speaking to me,

Inviting me own story

To find its voice

Side-by-side

With theirs.

Alone.

Together.

In the un-mutable chorus

Of WomenSpeak.

This is what I hear.

This is the narrative

Into which

My own story

Is written.




A script for eight voices: a narrator, a counter-narrator or negativa, and six other readers.

Narrator: And there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity

1: Now Sarai, Abram’s wife, bore him no children.

2: Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.

6: Pray, let your handmaid speak in your ears. Hear the words of your handmaid.

Narrator: And there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity

3: Upon me, be your curse, my son, only obey my word.

4: Help me, Rabbi… even the dogs get to eat the scraps that fall from the table.

Narrator: And there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity

1: After I have grown old and my husband is old, shall I have pleasure?

Negativa: But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.

Narrator: And there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity

5: No, my brother, do not force me; for such a thing is not done in Israel; do not do anything so vile!

6: Pray, let your handmaid speak in your ears. Hear the words of your handmaid.

Narrator: And there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity

1: Cast out this slave woman with her son

Narrator: And there was a woman 

6: Let me not look upon the death of my child

Narrator: And there was a woman 

2: A poor widow who came and put in two copper coins which make a penny

3: As the LORD your God lives, I have nothing baked, only a handful of meal in a jar, and a little oil in a jug; I am now gathering a couple of sticks, so that I may go home and prepare it for myself and my son, that we may eat it, and die.

Negativa: But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.

Narrator: And there was a woman

4: Help me Rabbi

3: I will go

5: No, brother

6: Let me not look

Narrator: And there was a woman

2: If only I touch his garment, I shall be made well.

1: Give me children or I shall die

4: Now then, swear to me

Narrator: And there was a woman

3: Will you give me a pledge?

Narrator: And there was a woman

2: Rabbi, don’t you care that my sister has left me all alone to do the household tasks? Tell her to help me!

1: Son, why have you done this to us?

6: Pray, let your handmaid speak in your ears. Hear the words of your handmaid.

Narrator: And there was a woman

5: Your daughter-in-law who loves you is more to you than seven sons

3: I will sing to the Lord, for God has triumphed gloriously. The horse and its rider, God has thrown into the sea.

2: Sir, give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.

Negativa: But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.

Narrator: And there was a woman

4: Help me Rabbi

3: I will go

5: No, brother

6: Let me not look

Narrator: And there was a woman

1: Who will roll away the stone for us from the door?

2: Turn aside my Lord. Turn aside to me. Have no fear.

3: My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord.

4: I have seen the Lord.

Negativa: But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.

Narrator: And there was a woman

5: No, brother

Negativa: But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.

Narrator: And there was a woman

4: Blessed is the womb that bore you and the breasts that nursed you.

1: Give me children or I shall die

6: Pray, let your handmaid speak in your ears. Hear the words of your handmaid.

Narrator: And there was a woman

3: How can I endure to see the calamity that is coming to my people? How can I endure to see the destruction of my kindred?

2: Rabbi, don’t you care?

1: Son, why?

5: If only I touch

4: Cast out

3: Help me

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6: Pray, let your handmaid speak in your ears. Hear the words of your handmaid.

Narrator: And there was a woman

3: Why have I found favor in your eyes, that you should take notice of me when I am a foreigner?

5: Where the men went, I do not know.

4: Do you still hold fast to your integrity? Curse God, and die.

Narrator: And there was a woman

2: If you have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come to my house and stay.

3: Will you?

Narrator: And there was a woman

1: Pray

2: Help me

3: Give me

4: Let me

5: No, brother

6: Why?

Narrator: And there was a woman.


Rev. Dr. Charlene Rachuy Cox

Rev. Dr. Charlene Rachuy Cox (affectionately known as “Char”) holds a Doctor of Ministry Degree from the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia, with an emphasis in Spirituality; a Master of Sacred Theology Degree from the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Gettysburg, with an emphasis in Preaching and Worship, a Master of Divinity Degree from Luther Seminary, and a Bachelor of Arts Degree from Augustana University, Sioux Falls. She has served as a pastor in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America for over 28 years, serving in seminary, collegiate, and congregational settings. She loves reading – especially memoirs and historical fiction, and enjoys writing poetry, traveling, and all things winter.

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