Herod was a political prostitute. He commodified things that
should never be sold. We do the same, sometimes, in different ways. We sell our
opinions, our popularity, and our worth in order to get the things we think we
want.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what an opposite sort of life
might look like. If a “prostitute” (in this sense of the word) is someone who
sells out, what alternative image might we use to help us envisage the way God
designed life?
Investor?
Loving spouse?
Caretaker?
All of these work well, but I’ve been thinking a lot about
the metaphor of a midwife. Maybe it’s because we have some friends who are
professional midwives, or maybe it’s because midwifery is trendy right now…I’m
not sure.
I confess I just like the image of someone who helps other
people give birth.
It’s like we’re all pregnant with dreams and ambitions and
possibilities, but we’re so often focused on giving birth to OUR dream or
fulfilling OUR ambitions that we neglect the others around us.
Sometimes, as was the case with Herod, we become so
concerned with OUR dreams we’re willing to give up what’s most precious in
order to see them fulfilled.
Against, “prostitute” really is the right word.
But there’s another way to live. Instead of always focusing
on what’s OURS, we could lend a hand to others.
A midwife takes care of others while they’re bringing new
life into the world.
A midwife is invested in others’ success.
A midwife wants to provide an environment for others’
success.
A midwife is always a servant, never seeking to be served.
A midwife offers an alternative to abortions, solutions for
barrenness, and expertise to avoid stillbirth.
And there’s never anything in it for them. The midwife gives
their lives totally to others, whereas the prostitute lives totally for
themselves. The midwife is rarely disappointed, whereas the prostitute is never
satisfied.
And if all this seems too girly for you, then consider the
same things could be said about drill sergeants, weight-spotters, or
proctologists…it’s just that midwife is a little less weird.
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