It’s so hard to put into a few short words how much this book affected me and resonated with me; I could write a paper, not just a blurb. But, I start winter quarter in two days, so after thinking about it for several days, I am finally putting pen to paper, so to speak, however imperfectly. I will just describe a few things that affected me the most and hope that you will read the book for yourself. (I apologize, in advance, for the length.)
Sara Miles conversion experience begins when she, as a left-wing liberal lesbian, walks into an Episcopal church in San Francisco, takes communion and suddenly and radically experiences Jesus. She admits she can’t explain what happened, she felt knocked over, she was dazed. “That impossible word, Jesus, lodged in me like a crumb . . . indisputably in my body now, as if I’d swallowed a radioactive pellet that would outlive my own flesh.” Miles slowly starts to navigate her feelings and try to understand communion. I have never felt too comfortable myself with the idea of consubstantiation, and maybe not even transubstantiation; I think I was always more comfortable with the symbolism of the Eucharist. But Miles makes a great point that we all “eat another person” when we are fed by our mothers in the womb. I had never thought of the interesting connection between this and “eating Jesus” before. What a gripping idea.
Miles continue to cling to the idea of communion as central to the Christianity she is experiencing. She couldn’t stop thinking about the story where Jesus continually tells Paul to “feed my sheep.” This eventually leads her to open a food pantry at her church. The pantry brings her into contact with all kinds of homeless, psychotic, and marginalized people. By feeding and touching these folks, Miles realizes that she could not be a Christian by herself, and states “You can’t hope to see God without opening yourself to all God’s creation.” In a time when much of the main-stream media focuses on Christians that promote exclusion, it was so moving for me to connect with this author and focus on the inclusivity of Christianity. After all, Jesus ate with the outcasts of society. If we could only do this today, Christianity would truly be a force to be reckoned with.
I also deeply appreciated how Miles did not chastise and belittle extreme right-wing Christians. This impressed and inspired me. She held a liturgy at her church shortly after the Iraq war broke out in 2003 where members of her church just stood and spoke their testimonies about the war. As everyone felt very strongly and very differently, Miles stated, “Being a Christian in wartime, for me was turning out to be the opposite of having ‘God on our side.’ It meant expanding not just a personal capacity to suffer but the personal and institutional capacity to dwell in ambiguity and unsettledness. It occurred to me that the church was a place, maybe the only place, where that could happen.” Miles writes that early in her conversion experience, she sometimes felt superior to some right-wing Christians. However, she finally came to realize Christianity meant how alike we all are, and that she could experience Christ through all kinds of Christians, even those very different from her. I have many right and left-wing Christian friends, and Miles’ realization struck home with me. After reading American Wife, this book again renewed my commitment not to judge others, but to just receive the wonderful things we all have to offer.
As she works with the food pantry, Miles begins to experience not just the receiving, but also the giving away of food as a sacrament. She comes to believe that the point of church is not to encourage people to attend, but “to feed them, so they can go out and, you know, be Jesus.” This realization touched me. Of course, as a Southerner, I have always thought of food as pretty close to religion (right after football). But, I don’t think I realized how hungry I was for the sacrament of communion too. It’s the sharing of the bread with everyone without exception, not just with others like us in a church building, (Miles fervently states and I agree) that brings us close to the divine. Most of my religious experience has been through contemplative worship in a church, which I believe is very important, but Miles has truly inspired me to find the time to volunteer at a food pantry locally and share this communion of Christ.