Soraya Manutchehri, Today I Wept for You

I began writing this on the morning of August 12, 2009. Unfortunately, the pain of writing of this young woman's tragic death was too much to bear. If you have not viewed or read The Stoning of Soraya M., I strongly encourage you to do so. - Leslye

Sitting in morning prayer, I again thought of you and the circumstances that sought to dehumanize you. Hatred, selfishness, lies, threats, conspiracy, distortion, deceit, contempt, ignorance, fear - these are but a few of the stones used to murder you.

You were not an ignorant victim, but a loving mother. You recognized that your marriage was no longer. You simply wanted a little more time to save money for your daughters and yourself. Until the end, you sought to protect them from the injustice of society that would have left them impoverished as the daughters of a divorced woman.

Having come to know you, Soraya Manutchehri, I cannot hear the story of the woman who was brought before Yeshua after she had been allegedly caught in adultery without thinking of you. If only  humanity had taken to heart the words, "Let him who is without sin cast the first stone." 

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A week ago, a friend and I went to see The Stoning of Soraya M. Based upon Freidoune Sahebjam's book of the same title, the movie introduced us to Soraya Manutchehri, a young Iranian woman trapped in an abusive marriage.

The Question and Prayer of Holy Week

Gasping for each painful breath, dying upon the splintered cross, you said, “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.” And we question how this could be. How could they not know what they were doing?

They were characters in the greatest story of all time. The inconceivable foretold by prophets was far from fiction. It was reality in an unprecedented form as the Divine lived the human experience. 

Pondering their actions leads us to ponder our own. Often, we too do not know what we are doing. Again, how can this be? What is it to know? How can I not know what I do when I follow the greatest teacher of all time? How closely do I follow you, Yeshua?

Whether from personal experience or group indoctrination, it seems easy to question the intentions and actions of others. They are with us or they are not. Our perceptions and assumptions quickly lead us to build another divisive wall that merely hinders the common good and perpetuates our not knowing.

Yes, Yeshua, I know that challenging the status quo by accepting and embracing the unclean and the marginalized as they were, where they were, was your way of life. Being in solidarity with them and moving beyond barriers was how you lived your faith. In doing so, you called us to question our contributions to unjust systems.

Whether blind, infirmed, lepers, tax collectors, Gentiles, Samaritans or women, they all came to you. Each encounter including journeying across a divisive wall. Yet, not one did you condemn or disrespect according to the standards of the system. Not one. With compassion and mercy, God always meets us where we are. This I know.

So, what is it that I do not know? Am I to accept and embrace those who are ill? Am I to accept and embrace those with different political perspectives? Am I to accept and embrace those who are of other faiths? Am I to accept and embrace people regardless of their sexual orientation? Am I to accept and embrace those who live on the streets? Am I to accept and embrace immigrants, refugees, and others who do not share my nationality?

You taught us to love God with all of our being, and to love others as ourself. Yes, I am to accept and embrace others. Again, what do I not know? Am I blind to it? Am I so focused on my reality that the reality of others is irrelevant? Is there a disconnect between what I know intellectually and the daily living of it? Is what I know simply what I profess on Sunday and leave on the pew until the next weekend?

How can what I know become my way of life, how I live my faith? As I ponder this, thank you for forgiving me when I do not know what I am doing. Desiring to follow in your footprints, my prayer is that you help me forgive those who do not know what they are doing. 

A Clearer Image: Two at a Well

There are differences between our languages that no language, not even yours, can bridge. There are differences between you and me - differences of time and space, differences of culture and place, differences of perception and understanding – there are differences between us that language cannot capture.

Even when our language is the same, differences may whisper their presence - subtle differences in meaning or intonation may pierce the heart. Throughout the human experience, the wise have accepted the limitations of language as you and your neighbors accept the limitations of photographic images.

Rather than defer to the limitations, the wise gingerly hold language as though it were a fine gold thread with which to weave simple yet profound lessons that can be neither frayed nor unraveled by reasoning or lack thereof.
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Across the centuries, my wish has been that you had witnessed our encounter. Had your ears heard us, you may have remembered it differently than written. That is, if your ears knew the language. If your ears knew not the language, your eyes may have observed that which was beyond words - if your eyes knew to move beyond the norms and beneath the surface to see clearly with the heart.
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Some matters are best served through the language of heart and spirit. It is the spirit that connects one to the other in silence, in nuance, in the unspoken. The heart is the doorway. When fully opened, it embraces the spirit of the other. When securely closed, it imprisons the spirit of self and denies the spirit of others.
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For you, what meaning is there in the word Samaritan? Is it possible that the meaning has been lost to you? Suffice it to say that many showed us no favor. It was easier to deny us, to deny our humanity. Even their laws condoned this action. For many, the mere thought of us barred the heart. Then, who would have faulted him had he chosen to travel the preferred, yet longer, path to bypass Samaria?
Most, if not all, would have been amazed that the writers would have chosen to include me in his story, as amazed as they were that he chose to journey through our land. But amazing was this son born of woman. Did he see her in me or me in her?
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To you, in your language, I am the woman at the well…not “a” woman, but “the” woman. For many, the distinction is of no consequence. Yet, to my mind, it is.

Having known him, I say that I was neither “the only woman” nor “the only Samaritan” to whom he spake, whose presence he embraced. How do I know such? His comfort in my presence was real. It was the reality of his presence that disarmed me.

Seeing me as a woman and a Samaritan, he did not bar his heart. Pretense did not journey with him to be used as a garment of derision. His speaking was as gentle and natural as his breathing. He was sure of himself, but with no hint of arrogance. Of him, I say that it was not a state of mind, but a state of being - to be present, clearly present.
Our conversation was no aberration but to those limited by language, those who chose not to understand. Could they not think beyond the gate?
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What understanding do you have of my significance – the significance of “the” historical woman? Do the women of your time share the standards and limitations that were my lot?
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In affirming my humanity, he brought new light to the law of God and freed the law of man. Twenty centuries later, can you begin to grasp this reality? He affirmed me.
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I understand that uncertainty accompanies the memory of me. Did he affirm the existence of my faiths or my lovers? I will allow you to ponder the answer, but I do say, far beyond this, he saw me clearly in my humanity. Beyond judgments, labels and stereotypes, he saw me. He knew me. He honored me.

Where others saw only a woman or a Samaritan, he clearly saw me in my humanity. Do you? With a clearer image of me, a clearer image of him may you see.
- © 2006 Leslye Colvin

I wrote A Clearer Image in October of 2006. I post it today for a special group of friends. - Leslye