My grandma was telling us her favorite candy is Walnettos, but that the company doesnโt make them anymore.
I came home from the office, and my husband had made Walnettos to give her ๐
When the twelve deserted him, the women remained.
When the morning was still dark, the women brought the spices.
When the tomb was empty, the women proclaimed the good news.
When they were not believed, the women did not give up.
There's a viral post about what Christian men "prefer" in a woman. I'm not going to give it air time.
But, I will say: as a Christian woman, my goal was never to live my life in a way that men would prefer. My goal has always been to live a life that God will be pleased with.
I don't like to give "directives" on Twitter, but I feel pretty confident in this one:
If a preacher stands up and says the Holy Spirit told him you were supposed to buy him a private jet, get up and walk out.
I have to keep reminding myself that for every viral, ridiculous, embarrassing thing Christian churches do, there are at least 10 tiny, almost invisible churches out there bringing meals to new moms, holding hands with people who are dying, making an impact in their community.
When I was having a particularly difficult day with worry, someone said to me, "Worry is a misuse of imagination."
The more I think about that, the more true it seems.
The thing that bugs me most about the whole "Amen and Awomen" thing is that it makes those of us working toward equality look ridiculous. There are actual injustices against women, and closing a prayer with "Amen" isn't one of them.
Christians should never condone the willful harming of others. It doesnโt matter if someone:
Crosses the border illegally
Holds a differing point of view
Believes differently
People are people are people. Made in the image of God.
Me: A woman's worth is not based on her marital status or whether or not she has children.
Response: But then what is it based on?
Um...the fact that she's a human being? Created in God's image?
The beginning of my realization that I needed to reexamine what the Bible says about women in leadership started with one college student saying, "I disagree" to a room full of people who were sure they were right.
Two words. Changed my life. Never underestimate your voice.
A dispensationalist reading of Revelation leaves us wondering which person is the antichrist, rather than asking ourselves which things in us are anti-Christ that need to be removed.
I've posted this before, but...
One year on Mother's Day, Jeff and I visited a church. The pastor asked all the women to stand up, face their husbands, and sing "Make Me a Servant."
Not. Even. Joking.
My daughter has been exchanging letters with her pen pal (who cannot yet read or write). She had her pen pal color a picture...and then she asked me to crochet a unicorn in those colors. :)
#crochet
The CDC did not โreverseโ their mask guidance. They updated their recommendations in light of evidence that more and more vaccinated people are contracting the delta variant.
I know the changes are confusing and frustrating but this is an โadapt as you goโ situation.
If I should tweet with all the GIFs and memes,
and if I should rack up the RTs and Favs,
but have not love,
my tweets are but a noisy gong and a clanging cymbal.
Pretty cool to wake up on Good Friday to comments from other believers telling me I'm spreading rubbish.
The women were spreading rubbish that first Easter morning, too, and thanks to them we have the church. :)
It's really interesting to me how much emphasis is put on marriage and child rearing in a church founded on a Savior who was not married, and that holds as authoritative letters written by a single man.
I've heard it suggested that mainline churches are in decline because the worship isn't modern enough.
I don't think that's why. I've encountered so many folks who are longing for liturgy, tradition, and hymns. There are many reasons for the decline, but worship style isn't one.
I'm not saying "yes" or "no" to the new CDC mask wearing guidelines. I'm just saying I'm so tired of having to make decisions with life and death consequences for large groups of people.
I was warned not to go to seminary because they might teach me women can be pastors.
Turns out, they did teach me women can be pastors, not because they had caved to culture, but because they had searched the scriptures and found a picture of men and women called together there.
The kingdom of God is like Axe body spray in the hands of a teenager. One spray, and soon it infuses everything, the scent permeating the farthest corner.
I cannot make today a day of fighting with trolls over theology. Any heartless tweeter using the devastating loss of dear Rachel as a way to gain their 15 minutes is going to be soundly ignored and then blocked by me. I invite you to do the same.
Jeff and I were still fairly newly married. I had stood up when the pastor asked all women to stand, but when he told us to sing "Make Me a Servant" to our husbands, I froze.
Jeff looked at me and said, "No. You don't need to do that." I sat down, and then we left.
I internalized his words ("just because you have gifts doesn't mean you are supposed to use them") for YEARS.
YEARS.
Let me set the record straight: the gifts the Spirit gives us ARE TO BE USED and they are not gender-specific gifts. Be faithful to who God created you to be.
I find that the longer I study Scripture, the less I am inclined to make big proclamations about God. I know so painfully little. There is so much mystery, so much beyond my comprehension, and it is an immense privilege to grapple with this mystery at all.
Nearly half of all women who are murdered are killed by a romantic partner.
Pastors, when you send a woman back to an abusive husband, you are complicit in her becoming part of this statistic.
In the last week, I've been told side parts, skinny jeans, and the๐ emoji are uncool to Gen Z.
Listen, I spent a lot of time worrying about being cool when I was growing up (it never worked). I'm totally fine with being uncool now. :)
Evidently, some folks are bent out of shape that Bp. Curry's message was "too long" and "too preachy."
1) It was only 12 minutes long.
2) He's a preacher.
I could get into the theological reasons I don't believe in the rapture, but instead, I want to talk about the fruit of believing in the rapture:
1. Believing in the rapture is rooted in fear. "Have I done enough to be saved?"
It's not supposed to be about doing enough...
Biblical womanhood can look like crocheting granny square vests for your children. It can also look like preaching about the downfall of oppressive power structures.
Hear me out. What if the church isnโt meant to be inherently masculine or feminine? What if it is meant to express the fullness of human praise to God?
So, listen. Say your pastor stands up to preach tomorrow and goes, "Sorry. Got nothing." Would that be okay? You know... not that that could happen or anything.
For what woman, whose child misplaced an important little piece of paper, would not turn on all the lights and clean her house until she finds it? When she finds it, she calls together all her Twitter friends and says, "Rejoice with me, for what once was lost has been found!"
In my experience, empowering women in the church to use their gifts doesn't keep men from using theirs. It opens the church up to the gifts of all its people instead of just 50%.
The kingdom of heaven is like a zucchini seed. Though the seed is small, when it is put into the ground it yields an overwhelming amount of fruit. The grower, astounded, steals away under the cover of night to share of the abundance with all who fail to lock their car doors.
Listen, I understand being horrified to learn that King David was not a perfect, innocent person. He preyed upon Bathsheba, and that flies in the face of the Sunday School David many of us learned about.
But...we are not saved by David. Our hope is in Jesus.
I used to say Holy Week was "my busiest week," but I've started to realize that taking that perspective keeps the stress in focus instead of the beauty. Holy Week isn't the busiest. It's the fullest. Yes, overwhelming for pastors sometimes, but full > busy.
The accusers against women in ministry feel so loud on Twitter sometimes.
And then I log off, and spend entire days with people who never once see me as a female pastor. They see me as their pastor. What a humbling, joyful calling.
No matter your politics, please stop putting "-tard" at the end of your names for people. Please stop being awful at the expense of people with disabilities.
What if the reason so many children have been struggling under massive amounts of anxiety during the last 18+ months is not because of masks but because they can tell the adults in the world aren't going to step up and do whatever it takes?
When I was a kid, I briefly wanted to be the first female play-by-play commentator for a baseball team. I got laughed at for even dreaming about it.
Tonight I listened to the first female commentator for the Cubs. Almost cried. โค๏ธ
So, bros are mad today that sister Beth Moore hasn't preached a come-to-Jesus sermon, when they've been yelling at her not to preach this whole time?
(Whispers: She's brought more closer to Christ through her example than most of you have ever boasted at your altar calls)
It is so dehumanizing to read "with underlying health conditions" next to reports of people who have died. As though it makes it better? Those people were beloved.
In Ruth 1:19, Naomi wants to change her name to Mara (from "pleasant" to "bitter").
I find it interesting that the biblical writer never calls her Mara after that. Life had tried to break Naomi, but God still saw her. God never forgot who Naomi was.
I never, ever expected school to be canceled for my kids due to an ongoing hostage situation right near the school.
Please pray for a peaceful resolution. This has been going since yesterday afternoon.