Most of you who know me well, are not aware I was once a Girl Scout. Yes, I am serious, a proud, card-carrying member of the Girl Scouts of America. This was long before any scouting organization even thought about integrating genders in their scouting organization.
I had been asked to serve on the Board of Directors for the Zia Council of Southern New Mexico of the Girl Scouts of America. They officially made me a member of GSA right down to cookie selling privileges. As a young pastor, my time on this board taught me a great deal.
Mostly what I learned was about sexism. The Boy Scouts in my town had a nice newish facility for meetings and events. They also did not have to sell cookies to pay for it. The Girl Scouts had what can kindly be described as a large shed with a few hanging light bulbs from the ceiling. I had never been to a Southern NM Boy Scout camp, but had heard many fine stories from those who had. As a Boy Scout alum, I do remember camping in winter at Camp Rotawanis in Pennsylvania…a wonderful, fully equipped, camp. The Southern NM Girl Scout camp was a bit more austere…..many of the “cabins” were actually lean-tos with an open “wall”.
It was easy to see who controlled a lot of purse strings to direct the way charitable donations would go. Why did girls not receive the same value as boys? Too many Dad’s had walked only in their son’s shoes. Really, there was nothing scary about trying on those of their daughter…even the high heels could be learned, just take careful steps. It is not as big a risk as we might think.
Had I not had this experience, I am not sure I would have the awareness I have concerning many of the observances I make now that are remaining vestiges of those days. I was glad to be able, if only very superficially, “one of them.” Certainly the experience made me one with them. Yet today while the gap between genders may be smaller it remains still a gap.
Imagine! At Christmas we receive a God who does more than walk in our shoes. This God walks in our very bodies. For those unable to walk, this God wheels, lays, or sits in our very bodies. The point is, not only does this God, come to us in the baby Jesus, know what it is like to be us; this God was us. God did not pretend to be us, but went the gamut of human life even to death. What a risk!
With God the lean-tos and buildings of hanging light bulbs and leaking roofs were kept for God’s self. I don’t know if God would sell cookies, but I do know God provides the ingredients and is with those who sell them.
Those of us who will worship this baby come to earth that first Christmas can take heart in the God who came to be among and to be one with and of us. We are understood! We are known! We are loved by this God birthed in a feed trough! We can take heart and we can use that heart to try on another’s shoes…to be one with and of them. We need not agree with or be like those whose stilettos or penny loafers we don. (After all, God who walked in ours continues to call us sinners) Understanding is what we may gain, and respect for another as a fellow human can result. Difficult, yes. What has not understanding cost us?
(As an aside: Just to be clear, I have great respect for the Boy Scouts, having been one. Also because of so many who have been or are students here, my respect has grown. On a recent Wednesday night during dinner I looked around and there were only 7 male students present: all 7 were Eagle Scouts. I mentioned this and almost in unison, they just shrugged.)