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Sue Monk KiddA modern alternative to SparkNotes and CliffsNotes, SuperSummary offers high-quality Study Guides with detailed chapter summaries and analysis of major themes, characters, and more.
For Ana, the soul expresses itself most honestly and profoundly not in what it is but in what it longs to be. Ana is at once shaped, defined, and compelled by what she terms her longings. Her heart is restless, not just for love, although that is a crucial element of her longings, but for the opportunity to realize her fullest self as a writer and ultimately her longing to have her own defining and particular voice matter. She longs to move beyond the claustrophobic place assigned her by her culture. Her father initially indulges her love of study, her fascination with the music of language, and her need to write stories, but only until he understands it is time for his daughter to accept less, to stop longing for anything beyond the conventional limits of women. Ana, however, refuses. She is not content with the limits she perceives both her family and her culture impress upon her. She dares to yearn and in turn to let those longings urge her forward. When Yaltha presents young Ana with the incantation bowl, she tells her, “A man’s holy of holies contains God’s laws, but inside a woman’s there are only longings” (8).
Although the idea might seem initially to doom young Ana to a life of impoverished spirit and deep frustration, for Ana the power of longing drives her to be more than what her culture and her family tell her she can become. Longing by itself is not enough. The novel argues that, whether about the empowerment of women (Ana) or the establishing of a world of love and compassion (Jesus), longing is the beginning of change. For both Ana and Jesus, longing incites directed and purposeful action that in the end moves things forward. This defines the optimism at the center of the novel. Both Ana and Jesus share this urgent feeling of longing, the complex and difficult vision of what’s possible when people perceive the world as incomplete yet evolving. For both Ana and Jesus, longing is the only pathway to change, to a fulfillment greater than the status quo. Both Ana and Jesus have the audacity to act on those longings, Ana in her dedication to her craft and Jesus in his acceptance of the difficult path of his ministry. “Now that I have set my course,” Jesus tells Ana after being baptized in the Jordan by John the Immerser, “I want to avoid delay” (221). That urgency could as easily define Ana’s own sense of longing. On the surface, Jesus and Ana fail, their longings lead to defeat. Jesus ends up ingloriously crucified on the cross as a traitor to Rome while Ana literally buries her greatest work. The broader picture, however, is in the promise Ana whispers as she buries the sealed jars. Discontented, both characters tap into possibility; only in the act of longing do both characters define a radical hope.
The novel is at its heart a love story. In creating a love story for Jesus Christ, the novel dares to explore a possibility that the Christian Church rigorously denied and considered heretical for two millennia. It is difficult, even incendiary, for many in the contemporary Christian church to even imagine that Jesus could fall in love, marry, and have children. That idea seems strikingly out of character, tacky and human, out of line with the sacred perception of Jesus as the Son of God on a mission to redeem humanity from its sins. As a founding precept of the Church, Jesus’s love has long been defined as a broad love of humanity, an empathetic spirit that brought dignity and respect to all people, that found value and integrity in every heart.
The love that develops between Ana and Jesus, however, complements rather than contradicts Jesus as God. It is more than love at first sight, more than marriage and commitment, more than physical love. Kidd expresses Jesus’s humanity as a kind of supernal love. The love that defines and unites Ana and Jesus is hardly ordinary. The love celebrates the intimacy of sharing open and honest hearts, of finding in the physical act of love the expression of a far more compelling sense of spiritual oneness. When Ana first sorts through her attraction for the stonecutter she meets in the crowded marketplace of Sepphoris, Ana uses as her guide the Song of Solomon, the Old Testament canticle that celebrates the complex fusion of the sensual and sacred, the flesh and spirit.
Despite distances, Ana and Jesus are never apart. The tragedy of their stillborn daughter pulls them closer. The moment when Ana meets the eyes of the dying Jesus at the foot of the cross celebrates a love that is at once deeply secular and profoundly sacred. Much as in traditional parables, Kidd upholds the love between Jesus and Ana as an exemplum of an ideal sort of love. Surrounded as they are by couples whose marriages and whose love are far less than ideal, Ana and Jesus define love based on trust, honesty, communication, sympathy for the other person’s sorrows, and ultimately sustained by mutual respect. It is the very ideal love that Jesus tells Ana during their animated conversations about his mission he sees as God’s greatest gift to the world, a gift he cannot fathom why humanity rejects.
Ana’s story questions why Judeo-Christian theology has long denied women a place in scripture. Ana’s earliest writings center on her ambitious plan to gift each Old Testament woman a voice, to tell their story because the Biblical accounts neglect the women’s story. Women in Christian theology are stereotypes, caricatures. They are denied status other than dutiful wife, caring mother, or, as is most often the case, an occasion for temptation into sin, the threat of sexuality. Ana understands from an early age that women are far more complicated and far more invested in the Judeo-Christian theology than her culture acknowledges. For author Sue Monk Kidd, contemporary Christian theology has advanced little from those assumptions.
Women here play a pivotal role in the missions of their men, the prophets who become the defining, iconic figureheads in the Judeo-Christian tradition. To borrow from the metaphor of Ana’s own writing, their voices have been stifled, ignored, dismissed. Ana feels that anger when she steps into the vaulted halls of the great library at Alexandria. “I could feel a tiny lump of anger tucked beneath my awe. A half million scrolls and codices were within these walls and all but a handful were by men. They had written the known world” (245). Throughout Ana’s marriage, through the loss of her daughter and then the brutal execution of her husband, Ana clings to the power of her place, her assurance that her story has legitimacy and value. Years after her husband’s death, even as his message begins to define a mass social and religious movement, she finds her place in that story deleted. “Did they believe making him celibate rendered him more spiritual? I found no answers, only the sting of being erased” (403).
With Jesus, Ana participates fully in the first steps toward his commitment to his ministry. He shares his vision; together they are baptized; together they tend the sick and wounded at Lazarus’s home; together they assess the risks of Judas’s political movement; she is there at the foot of the cross at the moment of his death. In Alexandria, in the women’s commune, Ana taps into the tonic energy of women committed to the spiritual life of reflection, devoted to scriptural study, and practiced in the arts of expressing that devotion in writing. In the end, Ana buries her greatest work that is itself a complicated examination of the paradox of women and their place within a cosmos designed by a God able to express itself as both a male and a female principle. Her voice is not silenced, unlike her mother’s or Tabitha’s; her voice simply awaits its audience, hers is a voice, she concedes, “begging to be born” (214). The burial marks her hope that in time women will emerge from the shadows.
When Ana inscribes her prayer on the incantation bowl, she writes, “Lord God, hear my prayer, the prayer of my heart. Bless the largeness in me, no matter how I fear it” (13). At the core of the novel’s complex optimism is the sense that each person has within their heart, within their soul, the capability of largeness, the ability to dream, to hope beyond the limitations of their life. Largeness alone defines the potential of humanity itself to evolve, to change, to grow. It appears in Ana determined to be a writer, determined to have her voice heard in a culture that denies women a place. It is Yaltha holding on for more than 20 years to the love she feels for a daughter she has not seen, has not raised, would not recognize. It is Tabitha, her tongue cut savagely from her, her mouth bloody and scarred, determined to play her music, determined to make her song. It is Judas determined to see an Israel free of the oppression, the tyranny, the brutality of an occupying army. It is Jesus ben Joseph, wracked by sorrow over his own confusions about who he is, alone, in the Mount of Olives, seeing in his heart a world compelled by compassion rather than greed, love rather than power.
Largeness makes impossible accepting the conditions of life as a given, an absolute. Largeness permits dreaming, largeness makes daring and hope inevitable. Those in the novel who seal themselves off from their own largeness diminish themselves into irrelevancy. They corrupt into meanness. They settle for the status quo. It is Ana’s cruel mother, bent on thwarting her own daughter’s dreams. It is Herod determined to use the trappings of state to celebrate his own ego. It is Ana’s own father who in the end sells out the daughter he loves in exchange for becoming at last a landowner. Largeness emerges as that indefinable essence that calls a person to the audacity of hope. Largeness is, as Ana acknowledges at a young age, a thing difficult not to fear because the momentum of change can be terrifying. In Ana’s daring and defining work, The Thunder: Perfect Mind, she sums up the power and the terror of expressing that largeness: “I am being. I am she who is nothing. I am the coming together and the falling apart…I am what everyone can hear and no one can say” (336).
By Sue Monk Kidd