Painting and Ordaining the Holy Woman Icon by Angela Yarber

angelaThis month on the Spring Equinox I celebrate ten years of ordination. And for the first time in over fourteen years I am not employed as a minister at a local church. While I miss preaching and occasionally long for liturgy, I have never been more happy, and I find company and solace in the myriad holy women that fill my life. They have become my beloved community. They hold me accountable to my calling. They celebrate the birth of my child, dry my tears, laugh with me heartily, and remind me to dance for justice even when it’s difficult.

Most of them are real flesh and blood women—my wife, friends, family, colleagues, even the Feminism and Religion virtual community. Many are also the  Holy Woman Icons with a folk feminist twist that I feature each month: Virginia Woolf , the Shulamite, Mary Daly, Baby Suggs, Pachamama and Gaia, Frida Kahlo, Salome, Guadalupe and Mary, Fatima, Sojourner Truth, Saraswati, Jarena Lee, Isadora Duncan, Miriam, Lilith, Georgia O’Keeffe, Guanyin, Dorothy Day, Sappho, Jephthah’s daughter, Anna Julia Cooper.

So, as winter turns to spring and I enter the next decade of ordained life now outside the church’s walls, I find myself clinging to Walt Whitman’s admonition: “From this hour forward I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.” As I think about this great cloud of witnesses surrounding me—my beloved Holy Women—I recall the ways in which we are all called to be prophets for justice.

Many have claimed that artists are our contemporary prophets, those who rage against the status quo, and call us to actions of justice that create beauty in the lives of all humanity, even all creation. So I turn to a great artist whose music has set free countless women and queer folk in search of new symbols, new language, new stories that are deep and wide enough to contain our subverted and searching spiritualities. The great womanist prophet, Tracy Chapman, sings these words in her song, New Beginnings:

We can break the cycle – We can break the chain
We can start all over – In the new beginning
We can learn, we can teach
We can share the myths, the dream, the prayer
The notion that we can do better
Change our lives and paths
Create a new world

And Start all over…

We need to make new symbols
Make new signs
Make a new language
With these we’ll define the world

It is no secret that women, LGBTQs, persons of color, and myriad other oppressed groups have had to bear the brunt of oppressive religious symbols, signs, myths, and language. While many feminists rage within particular religious traditions to revise and redeem these symbols—linguistic and otherwise—many others have also stepped outside of tradition to create new symbols that have liberatory power for marginalized persons seeking to nourish their weary souls. Still others have combined these two seeming polarities by remaining within a faith tradition—often tangentially or on the fringe—and creating new liberatory symbols, as well. I’ve found myself dancing amidst all three of these modes of being as I paint my Holy Women Icons.

Some seek to revise and redeem the stories of women within particular faith traditions that have otherwise been drown amidst the torrents of patriarchy. I think of Mary, Guanyin, Jarena Lee, Saraswati, and Dorothy Day, for example. Some seek to step outside of tradition altogether and create new symbols: Mary Daly, Isadora Duncan, Frida Kahlo. Still others, such as Tiamat, Baby Suggs, Fatima, and the Shulamite exist on the fringes of their tradition, creating new symbols and language to provide freedom for the oppressed and marginalized.

In an effort to create new symbols, new signs, new language, perhaps even new archetypes for women struggling to find their spiritual voice, I created Holy Woman Icon. In addition to painting these strong, bold, and powerful women who have subverted, revised, or revoked their faith traditions, I wanted to also create a holy woman, an archetype for who I strive to be as a queer feminist, a model for all women seeking to find their soul’s voice. In imagining and then painting her image, I remind myself of who I want to be and become. In ordaining her into sainthood, I loose myself and all women of those imaginary lines that bind us.

Consequently, I cannot help but think of another prophet of our time, another artist who changes the status quo. Ntozake Shange’s choreopoem and Broadway play, “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf” concludes by bringing together all the different colors of women for a “laying on of hands” in which Shange evokes the power of womanhood as the Lady in Red begins reciting the often quoted line, “I found god within myself and I loved her fiercely.” In this instance, Shange, like Chapman, creates a new symbol. For those of us steeped in religious language, one cannot help but think of the laying on of hands in ordination. By evoking this symbol, Shange revises what is otherwise an exclusive ritual—since women and queers are often excluded from ordained ministry—and revises it, redeeming the lived realities of women of color as holy, deserving of the fiercest of love.

As I laid my own hands on the canvas to paint this Holy Woman, I remembered Shange, Chapman, and I thought about hands. I thought of my own hands—hands that have laid on the heads of queer women in the act of ordination, hands that have held my baby, hands that have broken the bread and poured the wine in the act of communion, hands that have made love, hands that have repaired alternators and painted canvases, hands that have danced, comforted, and raised a fist in angry protest, hands that have, once upon a time, clasped together in prayers of anger, lament, and even praise. I thought of the hands of others in my life—hands that fed and nurtured, hands that hit and hurt, hands that gave and withheld, hands that embraced, and I thought of those hundreds of hands that laid upon my head some ten years ago, ordaining me to do something special, different, prophetic, maybe even revolutionary.

Holy Woman IconWith my hands on the blank canvas, which is larger than most of my other icons, I ordained this woman the archetype of holiness, arbiter of justice, embodiment of the divine, the manifestation of my calling. With her head thrown back in wild abandon, her arms thrust out embracing all creation, and her body dancing in the direction of freedom, Holy Woman Icon became an embodiment of Alice Walker’s sentiment: “No one can end suffering except through dance.” Dancing toward us, prepared for a laying on of hands, her heart cries out to us:

Her heart beat for justice
And her feet danced for peace
Hoping, yearning, working for a day
When all God’s children will be free 

And this Holy Woman Icon invites us to place our hands on our hearts, ordaining ourselves loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, making new symbols, making new signs, making new language. With these we’ll define the world. Let’s do nothing less than redefine the world.

Rev. Dr. Angela Yarber has a PhD in Art and Religion from the Graduate Theological Union at UC Berkeley and is author of Embodying the Feminine in the Dances of the World’s ReligionsThe Gendered Pulpit: Sex, Body, and Desire in Preaching and Worship and Dance in Scripture: How Biblical Dancers can Revolutionize Worship Today.  She has been a clergywoman and professional dancer and artist since 1999.  For more on her research, ministry, dance, or to purchase one of her icons, visit:

7 thoughts on “Painting and Ordaining the Holy Woman Icon by Angela Yarber”

  1. She seems to be dancing right off the canvas, I wonder if you will soon begin a different series of paintings. Can’t wait to see what will come next.

    For me the laying on of hands is a reference to hands on healing.


  2. Feminists are unstoppable. Your icon today steps beyond all the usual parameters — and that’s simply what great art is mostly about in the first place. In addition your leap beyond religious institutions will surely open new vistas for you spiritually. Emily Dickinson is one of my best friends. FAR in itself is a sacred space to me.


  3. Oh my! Angela! You have touched something very deep within myself.

    I am in the process of moving from where I have lived since 1978 and so much of what I’m reading these days revolves around freedom, new beginnings, etc.! I think Life is pushing me to grow, to explore.


  4. Thanks, everyone, for these encouraging words. The FAR community has truly been a tremendous network of support and affirming during the 8 months since I resigned from my position as pastor. Carol, I agree that a healing ritual is evoked. Perhaps ordination and healing have much more in common than I originally thought.


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