I learned about pomegranates because a Russian ballerina became beloved by enthusiastic Australians. “Hold on there, Monica, that’s quite a jump between Aussies and pomegranates, how do you figure that?”
It does sound like
chaos theory, the whole “butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and
a storm ravages half of Europe” thing, except both a ballerina and a
pomegranate are bigger than a butterfly.
Although the ballerina was supposed to be as light on her feet as a
butterfly. Anna Pavlova was the first
Russian prima ballerina to travel around the world a hundred years ago,
bringing her dance to people in many countries who had never seen ballet before,
including Australia and New
Zealand. Despite her problems with high
arches and gangly legs, she inspired chefs to whip up a meringue dessert that
is the proud feature of many Christmas dinners down under. One benefit is that they don’t have to cook
it at a high temperature in the middle of the summer, another is that it is
great with fruit, especially pomegranates.
Pavlova is to Australia and New Zealand what pancakes with maple syrup
is to Canadians, served up with bacon on the side. Alberta’s equivalent would be a barbecue with
Grade A beef, beans and baked potatoes. Slavic countries would have their
piroshky and halopchi, scots would have their haggis and champit tatties, and
Newfoundlanders would have their Jiggs dinners.
Great food takes time
and tradition to get right. It’s hard to
cook up a great pavlova in Canada, our sugar and flour is a little different
than the Aussie stuff. Canadian recipes for dressing or Christmas fruitcake are
handed down from generation to generation, with edits and fine tuning according
to taste. Learning how to make a Jiggs
Dinner with its all-important garnish of pease pudding has been a real learning
curve for us Albertans more familiar with Bannock or perogies.
We like cooking up
meals for those we love and care for, but no one recipe will work with every
family. Our tastes and traditions are
almost chaotic in the variety we show.
Not unlike love, in a way. Joseph
showed love by planning not to make a public example of Mary, shaming her in
front of her friends and family for not showing fidelity to him throughout
their engagement. Sparing her this
embarrassment was his way of loving her.
And it was solely his decision.
He was the only authority to decide her fate. If he had been an angry, vengeful man, he
could have had her executed for her infidelity.
There’s no Cousin Elizabeth in the Matthew passage for her to run to. In fact, about the only thing Matthew and
Luke agree on about the Christmas story is that Jesus was born in
Bethlehem. Matthew has no shepherds or
angel choirs or censuses or inns, Luke has no wise visitors or trips to
Egypt. They both share long genealogies,
Luke focusing on Mary’s lineage, and Matthew has Joseph’s family tree.
That family tree is
fascinating, because with the scandal of Mary’s pregnancy, Matthew mentions
several other scandalous women. Bathsheba,
whose pregnancy almost destroyed David’s rule over Israel and caused chaos in
his family. Tamar, whose pregnancy was
also seen also as a betrayal of her marriage oaths and punishable by death
until she revealed who the father was.
Women who were at the mercy of a man’s decision and who had no choice in
what would happen to her in that rigid patriarchal system that valued women
solely by the offspring they could produce for their tribe. Joseph was fully shaped by that patriarchy,
that cultural expectation of what it meant to be a man and a father in ancient
Israel.
And yet, and yet. Just as God messed with Abraham and Sarah’s
comfortable life, just as God called Moses and Miriam to challenge slavery, God
threw chaos into the patriarchal system.
God sent Joseph a dream.
Joseph’s dream wasn’t
just about breaking his personal expectations, it was a culture-shaking moment,
a major paradigm shift in how women were to be honored and respected. It was a dream of radical inclusion, a
challenge of the status quo, and an inspiration for the future. Love was not going to be boxed up in a
one-size fits all rule for all time. His
dream was a chaotic disruption of a long-standing tradition. Which is what Advent is all about. Recognizing when God’s chaos shakes us out of
the traditions we may be taking for granted, the traditions that may not be
loving or life-giving for everyone in our culture. The traditions of making shortbread when
we’re called to invent pavlova.
One expert put it this
way
"Christianity is, at root, an Advent religion.
That is, our [faith puts us in a place] where promise and fulfillment don’t
quite meet. Our experiences [put] us there, too, as people keenly aware that
our [dreams are not our reality] …. We never stop expecting new life to break
onto the scene. We have work to do, but we recognize it as God’s work done on
God’s terms." - Matt Skinner
Like a Russian dancer God sometimes tiptoes into our lives and ends up helping us shape new cultures, new ideas, new passions, new loyalties. Sometimes God whirls into our lives with pirouette after pirouette, inspiring dreams and new possibilities. Our world needs some new recipes for love and compassion. New creations and inventions that help us dance into a paradigm shift of acceptance of diversity, like the Respect for Marriage Act in the states. New taste experiments as we try new things like pomegranates that we never experienced as children. We wait and work in hope that love will dance into even the most cynical hearts, that hope will inspire life-changing dreams, that peace will break into the world, and joy will be in every home. God, we pray, bring love to us all. Amen.
And here's my attempt at my first pavlova, with pomegranate and kiwi fruit. For some strange reason, it evaporated very fast even though it wasn't the most beautiful of things compared to how some folks mix it so beautifully!