England in
springtime is, to me, one of the most beautiful places in the world. This past
Saturday, on the first really good day of the year, I had the great pleasure of
attending a friend’s wedding and getting to enjoy the sunshine in the beautiful
gardens of a manor house in Cheltenham.
What could be more Spring-like than daffs and a chick?? |
Not being one of
life’s great organisers, I left booking my hotel, train ticket and wedding
present until less than twenty four hours before the day itself, selected my
outfit the morning of the wedding (what was clean + what still fitted = wedding
outfit), threw everything into a bag, and got ready during the train journey in
order to make it on time.
Whilst I am very
pro-marriage, I wouldn’t usually describe myself as a wedding enthusiast. I don’t have a lot of spare funds, and slightly
resent having to spend what I do have on a big, self-indulgent ‘event’ that
isn’t really necessary to a great marriage.
Some friends and I once added up how much we’d spent on other people’s
weddings, and safe to say we could have gone travelling abroad with the money
for several months. I don’t like all the waiting around on the day, or the
bizarre formality of a lot of the traditions.
But on this
particular day I realised that I had allowed these annoying niggles to make me
cynical about what was, in truth, a beautiful thing – two people finding each
other and committing to each other for life, and that it was a privilege to be
asked to be part of that day. The couple in question seemed so overwhelmed with
happiness, and so thankful that people had made the effort to be there, that I
felt ashamed of my previous attitude.
My innate cynicism
smashed with a metaphorical hammer, I had a wonderful time; conversing with
interesting and hilarious people, drinking champagne, chucking confetti with
maniacal glee, listening to heartfelt speeches, throwing some wacky shapes on
the dance-floor for three hours straight, and generally getting caught up in
the joy of the occasion.
When you’ve just
been witness to God’s ideal for marriage – two people promising to love each
other, forsake all others, and be there for each other through good times and
bad until death they do part, it’s a bit like having cold water thrown all over
you to read ‘The Test for an Unfaithful Wife’ in Numbers . . .
Reading can be found at: Numbers 1-2, Numbers 3-4, and (containing the text we're discussing) Numbers 5-6.
Reading can be found at: Numbers 1-2, Numbers 3-4, and (containing the text we're discussing) Numbers 5-6.
The first thing that struck me about the passage was that
there was no ‘Test for an Unfaithful Husband’, once again supporting the notion
that these rules were written by Ancient Near Eastern dudes who used religion
as a means of supporting their prejudice and sexism. And at first glance, the
‘test’ itself seems fairly odd. To sum up:
If a husband suspected his wife of being unfaithful, but had
no actual evidence, he would take her to the priest who would administer a
simple test to resolve the matter: the priest would take some water, add a
little dust from the tabernacle floor, ask the woman to swear she had not been
unfaithful, then make her drink it. The supposed result was that if she had
been unfaithful, her stomach would swell and she would become barren. If she
was innocent, she would be fine.
Loving the energy this lamb is bringing |
Rather than being about punishing women, this test served to
protect them. Ancient Near Eastern culture was incredibly biased against women.
In other tribes at the time, if a man even suspected his wife had cheated on
him, he could beat her, mistreat her, divorce her or even kill her without any
consequences whatsoever. Accusations of infidelity were often used as a means
of disposing of a wife if the husband had grown tired of her and fancied
another.
Israelites, however, were not to use any of these methods
but were to follow the protocol of this test. And when you read the text
closely, you realise that the water . .
. . didn’t actually contain anything! It was just water with a little dust from
the tabernacle floor in it – not particularly appetising, but certainly not
containing any harmful ingredients. If you believe that there is no God, then
no woman would ever be convicted of adultery this way as she was just drinking plain
water. Although a guilty woman may be terrified by the prospect of this test
uncovering her sin, the only explanation for if something happened to a woman
through this test would be if God actually intervened supernaturally. Without
any supernatural intervention, the only result would be to assuage the
husband’s accusations and allow the woman to return home proved innocent.
So, problemos: It does still bother me that there was no
test for an unfaithful husband, but then, women in the Ancient Near East
weren’t in the habit of randomly accusing their husbands of infidelity in the
same way, so the men didn’t need a means of protection. The other remaining
niggle is the thought that a woman may go through this test, and then still be
infertile through completely natural means. I would hope that in this scenario,
if she hadn’t experienced any stomach swelling or symptoms at the time of the
test she would remain vindicated, or that God would grant her children if He’d
known that she’d been through such an accusation (as we’ve seen Him do for
other suffering women in the OT). Of course, there’s always the possibility
that priests or other men in authority would misuse this test and utilise
cheating methods of proving ‘guilt’, but to do so would be completely outside
of God’s command and protection, and they would have to bear the consequences
(either in this life or the next).
I’ve read a fair bit lately on how the rules given to the
Israelites in the Old Testament were not necessarily reflective of God’s ideals
or views on situations. We know from the New Testament that Jesus said divorce
was permitted in the Old Testament “only as a concession to
your hard hearts” (Mark 10). The implication here is that divorce, along
with the other laws given to the Israelites (including those regarding
treatment of women and slaves), were aimed at a harsh culture not ready to live
up to the standards God had intended. We also know that the laws of the Old
Testament were intended as temporary, and that a new order arrived with the
resurrection of Jesus, one that called us to aim for a higher ideal.
I’m already on record as saying I’m not totally comfortable
with the idea that just because Israel’s laws were more compassionate than many
of the laws of the surrounding tribes and nations, this somehow makes it
acceptable. But it does seem as though a lot of the laws given were concessions
rather than directions i.e. “I know you’re not able to live up to this ideal,
so in this less than perfect scenario, here’s what you do to ensure a fairer
result . . . .”
I have to believe that if these laws came from God, they
don’t reflect His opinions on women, but that He knew the Israelites, coming
from such a patriarchal society, weren’t ready to accept equality for everyone,
and gave laws to try and mitigate the worst levels of abuse and protect the
weakest in society as much as possible. The ideal – the standard He holds to –
is reflected in the values of Jesus, who treated women with respect and
compassion.
*Pics by Richard Peters photography and Vedainformatics.