The Tale of Jael

It always strikes me as strange when people interpret the Bible to say that women shouldn’t hold positions of authority (except possibly over children and other women). Have they not heard about Deborah?

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Not me – the much much earlier Deborah. She lived in a very low-government era, when the people of Israel were governed by a) the Law of Moses (which was short and straightforward enough that ordinary people could actually know the whole thing) and b) a judge.

This simple system had the frequent addition of an oppressive foreign overlord who made the conquered people pay tribute and generally ground them beneath his heel. Because there’s nothing like getting ground under the heel of the oppressor to make you realize (and regret) you’ve been oppressing others yourself: failing to protect the rights of widows and orphans, taking advantage of the poor, or failing to give the land its statutory holidays. (Yes, the actual land.)

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I Object!

I object (as previously stated), to the New Zealand government’s refusal to allow families separated by the border to reunite. They have chosen instead to allocate Managed Isolation places to sports teams, film people, yachties, and the Wiggles.

Not that I have anything against cricketers and the Wiggles, but it seems to me that “children have not seen parent in person in over a year” is a much more serious issue to address than “children have not seen Wiggles in person in over a year”.

Mom and Child at Airport

So this Tuesday, the 6th of April, I will be trundling off to Parliament to make my objections plain by joining the Reunite Families NZ Peaceful Protest. If you’re in the Wellington region and you agree that the government seriously needs to sort out their priorities, meet at the corner of Bowen St and the Terrace at midday.

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Of Hamsters, Lavender, and Immigration

I freely confess that I had not realized how much the general “What Even Is This” of the last year had affected me until I came to start actually writing this new novel. It turns out that I now have the attention span of a hamster who has slurped down three large mochaccinos. A rather stressed and easily overheated hamster, moreover, with a long to do list.

hamster looking nervous

However.

I have been trying to get into the garden lately as a way of reducing stress, and it has been teaching me some lessons. (#1: There are Always More Weeds.)

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