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Mintaka
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Even in the ancient pagan world, there were very few female priesthoods, because the spirituality of women is usually not about slitting an animal’s throat or gut, burning fat and bones for the gods, and then holding a barbecue grill-out.
Priestess religions were usually about sex, love, fertility of crops, conception of kids, visions, divination, and offerings of grain and fruit.
Whenever women got into performing animal sacrifice, the ancient pagan world associated that with baneful witchcraft, poison, destroying crops, child sacrifice, castrating men or boys as a religious act, and ripping men apart with bare hands and teeth. There was something about offering animal sacrifice that was psychologically destructive for women, even though it was not destructive for men. And the same thing seems to happen in today’s pagan traditional societies, as well as among neopagans.
(And it wasn’t the killing, per se. Most ancient societies had no problem with women doing a lot of wringing necks of chicken, etc. So it must be something about the offering that goes against women’s grain.)
Catholic priests are essentially rebranded Jewish priests. The only reason our priests don’t do animal sacrifice is because Christ became our once-for-all sacrifice. Our priests re-present His sacrifice, and help us join our gifts of ourselves and our goods to His.
But that doesn’t mean you can pick people to be Catholic priests who wouldn’t theoretically be okay with slitting animal throats and doing all the rest. Acting as the priestly people, who offer things that are not destroyed in the giving, is fundamentally different from offering or presenting the totality of a life. As a woman, I am okay with assisting in Christ’s Mass, but I sure as heck don’t want to offer Him.
It would have been hard enough on Mary to stand at the Cross’ foot and consent and observe, not running away or blinding herself with tears. I’m pretty sure she didn’t want to break her Son’s Body in half and present Him to the Most High.
Why are we so anxious to make women into carbon copies of men? I’m a woman, and you couldn’t pay me to be a guy. I like guys, but a woman is what I am.
Priestess religions were usually about sex, love, fertility of crops, conception of kids, visions, divination, and offerings of grain and fruit.
Whenever women got into performing animal sacrifice, the ancient pagan world associated that with baneful witchcraft, poison, destroying crops, child sacrifice, castrating men or boys as a religious act, and ripping men apart with bare hands and teeth. There was something about offering animal sacrifice that was psychologically destructive for women, even though it was not destructive for men. And the same thing seems to happen in today’s pagan traditional societies, as well as among neopagans.
(And it wasn’t the killing, per se. Most ancient societies had no problem with women doing a lot of wringing necks of chicken, etc. So it must be something about the offering that goes against women’s grain.)
Catholic priests are essentially rebranded Jewish priests. The only reason our priests don’t do animal sacrifice is because Christ became our once-for-all sacrifice. Our priests re-present His sacrifice, and help us join our gifts of ourselves and our goods to His.
But that doesn’t mean you can pick people to be Catholic priests who wouldn’t theoretically be okay with slitting animal throats and doing all the rest. Acting as the priestly people, who offer things that are not destroyed in the giving, is fundamentally different from offering or presenting the totality of a life. As a woman, I am okay with assisting in Christ’s Mass, but I sure as heck don’t want to offer Him.
It would have been hard enough on Mary to stand at the Cross’ foot and consent and observe, not running away or blinding herself with tears. I’m pretty sure she didn’t want to break her Son’s Body in half and present Him to the Most High.
Why are we so anxious to make women into carbon copies of men? I’m a woman, and you couldn’t pay me to be a guy. I like guys, but a woman is what I am.
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