As I told you a few weeks back, the “Cakes for the Queen of Heaven” curriculum empowers women in remarkable ways. During last night’s class I discovered that it sometimes empowers in different ways at the same time.

Our reading for the evening was a compelling story — the attempted sacrifice of Isaac by his father Abraham (Genesis 22). As told in the Bible, this tale contains no mention of Isaac’s mother Sarah. Instead YHVH tells Abraham to demonstrate his loyalty by making a ritual offering of his one-and-only child. So Abraham dutifully takes fire-making tools, a load of wood, a knife, and his son Isaac to a nearby mountaintop to be slain. Of course, at the last minute an angel stays Abraham’s hand and provides a ram instead. What our class focussed on was the conspicuous lack of information about Sarah in this story.

Sarah is not easily overlooked. More girls have been named for Sarah than for any other woman in the Bible. There are good reasons for this. Sarah was a Chaldean princess and, because royalty and ritual leadership were inextricably tied together in those days, a priestess as well. She’s the only woman whose age is given in the Bible. She was the matriarch of the Jewish people. And Abraham owed his flocks, herds, and status to her.

Before we started to create modern-day midrashim — reinterpreting and commenting on this Biblical tale — we looked at several theories that questioned how this story was told in the Bible. Dancer and liturgist Fanchon Shur deduces from her absence that Sarah was the “hand of God” that stopped the sacrifice. Carol Ochs in Behind the Sex of God concludes that

the sacrifice of Isaac marked the death of the matriarchal tradition personified by Sarah. The meaning of Abraham’s test becomes clear when viewed in the light of the conflict between patriarchy and matriarchy. The first allegiance in matrirarchy is to one’s offspring…In patriarchy, the first obligation is to an abstract moral principle…obedience to God.

And Savina Teubal suggests that this story represents the beginning of patriarchy (not the end of matrifocality), since the matriarchs struggled for generations to preserve non-patriarchal customs, including matrilineal descent, nature worship, and the well-being of the community.

The rest of our class time involved imagining how Sarah felt during this episode and what she might have done or said. We split up into two groups, each with the task of creating a poem, play, dance, song, or narrative to tell the story from Sarah’s perspective. One of the groups moved very quickly to negate the Biblical tale and write our own. We created a play in which Sarah and her fellow priestesses inhabited the “red tent” while Abraham went about his nefarious business. Despite their distance, these priestesses collectively stopped Abraham by calling on the power of their Goddess Asherarh. The second group, however, spent a great deal of time experiencing Sarah’s feelings of anger, betrayal, and grief at learning of her husband’s actions. It reminded me of another year when a “Cakes” class wrote a one-act opera about Sarah entitled “Nobody Messes with My Kid!”

Last night’s second group, despite their emotional response to Sarah’s story — or maybe because of it — wrote a wonderful playlet in about five minutes. I would like to share with you. Interestingly, it dealt with the aftermath of Abraham’s attempted filicide, exactly what the first group discussed after we created our drama:

Sarah: Hi, guys. How was your weekend in the hills?

Isaac: Some weekend! Dad tied me up on the altar!

Sarah: What! This was supposed to a bonding time, not a binding time.

Isaac: Dad said God told him to sacrifice his first-born son.

Sarah: His first-born? That would be Ishmael (aside: and who knows, there could be others). Your father’s new God and his tests….Hmph!

Isaac: Yeah. I think I like your Goddesses better. Can we just forget about Dad’s mean God?

Sarah: Yes, Isaac. I would like nothing better…Let’s go bake a cake for the Queen of Heaven.

Isaac: Do we have to save some for Dad?

Sarah: No. He doesn’t get ANY!! All he’s going to get is my foot in his behind!

I guess humor helps us to deal with even the darkest emotions!


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