Dog Town

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I grew up in Dog Town, a euphemism for a less than highly respected part of our town.  I don’t have any clue why it was called that but I was clear that it wasn’t a compliment. It turns out that Nazareth, the hometown of Mary and Joseph didn’t have such a great reputation as a community either.  I wonder if the symbolism of a poor teenage unwed mother engaged to a well-meaning young man without many resources rings the chimes of your heart as it does mine? Isn’t that a beautiful picture and so typical of how we have seen God work over the course of the biblical narrative?

It means something to me, a gal who grew up in Dog Town, who was encouraged NOT to attend college because of the cost and the prevailing attitude that “A girl doesn’t need a college degree if she marries well.” In the mid-70’s my experience taught me that females were not particularly valued.  Loved? Absolutely, at least in my case that is true.  But our culture didn’t value females and it was easy for families to love but not know how to value their girl children.

Which is why I do not find it hard to understand why women wait 40 years to report sexual abuse.  As much as we can critique our current time of life, I promise.  We have made progress.  Not enough to get all uppity about it.  But some progress has been made and enough safety is being established in a few places that some people are able to speak about what it was like to experience devaluation – whether it was because of gender, religious or racial bias.

Aware of this in my own life, I have an especially tender heart for Mary and Joseph, their trials and travails as well as their blessings.  I am also inspired by their courage, obedience, and fortitude.  They could have resisted this call like Gideon or Moses.  They could have believed the cultural bias against two young punks from the wrong side of the tracks.  Instead, they trusted God and listened when his angels came calling.

In my life at crucial moments various “angels” have shown up to encourage me in my own walk.  I think that this may be a frequent occurrence – encouragers placed in our path at just the right time and place.  But we must be willing to listen.  I challenge us today.  Expect heavenly encounters.  Look for validation that we may come from Dog Town and we no doubt have various limitations (self or other imposed) but that’s not all we have.  We have a God who knows us and often chooses extremely unlikely people to do his good will. Today, may we all participate in the doing of his good will.