The Perfect Wife
The title of a CNN news article today was 'Perfect wife' Confesses to Preacher's Slaying'. A young woman with three children is accused of murdering her husband, a preacher. His body was found in their home two days ago and she was found with the children a few states away. A parishioner described Mary Winkler as always seeming like "the perfect mother, the perfect wife," with very loving children.
Isn't that always how these news articles go? "He was so quiet, such a nice man." "She was the perfect wife." "He was so devoted to his church and family." People have said all of these things about others in disbelief when they have learned of a crime that they committed.
I have a theory about this. My theory is that our fear of exposing our weaknesses, our brokeness, our mistakes, causes us to keep all of it inside and eventually we just can't hold it inside and something terrible happens as a result. We don't tell our friends and co-workers about the imperfect parts of our marriages or the times that we really screw up as a parent. We don't share our insecurities and struggles with those that we claim to be closest to us. We don't talk to one another about tough things - real things - that need to be addressed in order for our relationships to be healthy. Instead, we put a big smile on our face and act like everything is wonderful. In the end, our unwillingness to be authentic with one another leaves us isolated and the isolation only adds to our insecurity and fear. Inevitably, something bad happens.Some people do terribly destructive things to themselves and others do destructive things to the people around them.
I'm so glad that no one ever thinks of me as the perfect wife or the perfect mother or the perfect anything for that matter. I am so grateful that my brokeness, my imperfections, and my mistakes are out in the world for all to see. While the people around me might not always be so pleased that I am willing to be "out there" and make mistakes and test the world and be my authentic self, I know that it is the only way that I can really truly be in relationship with those around me. It is the only way that I can prevent myself from collapsing under the weight of my own brokeness. It is by sharing one another's burdens and helping one another to bring those burdens and struggles to Jesus that we prevent the isolation that so often leads to tragedy.


If more women were imperfect and allowed themselves to real in community - maybe even went to the bar every so often, I think we wouldn't see this happen much at all.
It is such a huge slap in the face when this happens to women in church community though. How can the church serve mothers better? Or is it that women, particularly the priest's wife, won't let themselves be served?
My two cents,
Rebecca (Comment this)