Posted on Thursday 19 August 2010
One question I’ve heard a great number of times over the years is one that I have great difficulty answering. It’s troubling because I feel like I should have an answer easily at hand, maybe an “elevator speech” of sorts, but I don’t.
What does Mary Magdalene mean to me?
Even considering this question fills me with a vague sense of dread. Not because I don’t enjoy contemplating the question, but because I don’t know how to answer the question. At least, I don’t know how to answer succinctly.
So lets start with the obvious: Mary Magdalene is a figure in the Christian tradition to whom Jesus Christ first appeared following the resurrection. Okay, that’s a good start. Most people won’t argue with that, but it feels far too obvious. It’s like saying “the sun is bright.” Well, duh. Of course it is, everyone knows that, but what does that tell us about the sun?
So maybe a little more: Mary Magdalene is a figure who was held in great esteem as an apostle by some early Christian communities. That’s a little more controversial, but is still supported by the evidence.
How about: Mary Magdalene is an early Christian figure whose identity has been revised countless times over the last two-thousand years, and who often reflects the social and cultural values of a given time and place. A little more obscure, but we’re getting there.
And maybe: Mary Magdalene is an early Christian figure who has recently been caught up in the currents of new-age feminine spirituality, crossing religious boundaries to become an eclectic goddess-figure. Definitely getting a bit further out there, but hey, I call it like I see it.
But none of these bullet points really captures her personal appeal to ME. And really, that’s the problem. ALL of these things lend to her appeal to me, and I have my own personal reflections on all of the above (and more) that further inform her importance in my life. I’m interested in the academic pursuit of fact surrounding her, as in what texts reveal through archaeology and critical readings, and I’m interested in the mirror that she has held up to Western culture for the last two-thousand years. I’m interested in how she has been represented in art, literature and popular culture.
I’m interested in her role in Christianity. I sometimes view her as the founder of Christianity (as Celsus said, the founder of Christianity was “a hysterical woman”), as an apostle, and sometimes as nothing more than a faithful follower of Jesus, with her own dreams, goals, and troubles. Sometimes I enjoy thinking of her as a favored disciple, as an exotic element in Christianity, or as a controversy who followed the early Jesus movement. I rarely imagine her a victim. Maligned, perhaps, but not a victim. She is always strong in my imagination, whether she has been relegated to the back of a room or has been brought up to the front. She is strong enough to stay silent when words would make no difference, and strong enough to shout when she doesn’t care who is listening. Strong enough to show up at the foot of the cross to watch someone she loves executed, and strong enough to show up at the tomb to prepare his corpse for burial.
Unfortunately, none of this comes close to responding from a spiritual perspective, which is where matters get infinitely more complicated. As a person of very diverse spiritual leanings, I can’t say that she’s A or B or C. She is all, and none, depending on the day, depending on the focus of my contemplation. Maybe it would be fair to just say that it’s personal, as well it should be.
If Mary Magdalene is indeed a mirror that reflects the values of the beholder, perhaps one would deduce that I’m scattered; undecided. This might be accurate, but is a negative way to view it. One could also determine that I value pluralism, and that I appreciate the mingling of the sacred and profane, the spiritual and the academic. Life is so much richer, I think, when we can consider opposing ideas!
And maybe that’s really why I appreciate Mary Magdalene. Maybe my “elevator speech” could be that Mary Magdalene is, in my opinion, a fully-realized woman, in all her maddening complexity. She defies categorization, she resists summation, she sidesteps definition. She is a puzzle that continually mystifies and captivates me. And really, does she need to be more?





