I’ve written this post in my head a thousand times the last four days. Then mentally hit the delete button until it was gone.
But it still lingers.
I’ve prayed over it and waited for an answer from God. And I mentally backspaced again.
But I think it’s time. I need to write this piece. Maybe it’s not all consuming to anyone but me. Maybe it’s not an issue, again, to anyone but me. But none the less…..
We have moved. Moving means church shopping. My daughter scoffed when I said this, that we were church shopping but that is exactly what it feels like. Climbing out of the car and stepping into that spiritual dressing room. Turning and twisting, examining the message in my heart against the mirror of the pastor and congregation.
Does it fit? Turn a little more to the left….
Is it the right size? Turn a little to the right….
Does it meet my needs and my family’s needs by reaching from the book and not from man’s heart? Bend over and make sure all the bases are covered…..
So we have looked. We’ve been to two so far. The first was masked by chasing the baby in alternate shifts between the hubs and I. But it was alright, I thought. Worth another shot. But Bot Bot disagreed. She hated the youth group. Sometimes a thirteen year old cannot bloom where planted. That comes later.
So we tried another church. Initially all was well. But then there were some comments that just rubbed me wrong. We were delving into the topic of worship, and more specifically WHAT you worship. The pastor gave an example of a woman that he had seen at a yard sale who was exstatic over her recent bargain. Yep, I can relate. Then he said this: She was worshiping what she purchased. She was more excited over that good deal than she had ever been over Jesus.
Say what? I was taken aback. Does he know this woman’s heart? Has he spent every moment with her, walking in her shoes? Woah. That’s one hell of a statement. Quite literally.
But I told myself to chill out. Let it slide.
After the service I did a little once -over of the foyer. They had a nice little book section that I, being the book junky extraordinaire, of course made my way too. Books on finances and leading a Christian life. Bible studies. Self-help. And one common connection: every single author was a man. Not one female. No Liz Curtiss Higgs or Francine Rivers there. No Beth Moore or Joyce Meyers lining those shelves. Rhinestone Jesus? Huh uh. My girl Deidra? Nope. There was not a single Good Girl, Bad Girl or Lost Girl of the Bible to be found. Not. A. One.
So I jumped on the website on my way home. Paul Tripp. Notes from the pastor. And the first female blogger post: Being a Suitable Wife. Then for mothers: teaching your kids the truth. Not that teaching kids the truth is bad, we need too. But, where were the posts on being a suitable husband? Yeah, nope. That one didn’t exist. How about encouraging women to be who God created them to be, outside of motherhood? What about showing women how to be leaders not only in the kitchen or play room, but in the church?
Couldn’t find them. Do they exist for this congregation? I hope so. But I feel like I’m channeling a little Beyonce here: Where my girls at??
Ladies, where are we? Where is our voice in the church? Is it that we’re just not being heard? Or is it that our voice isn’t there?
Man, I hope that’s not it. Because here’s the thing-ladies, we talk differently than men. We listen differently than men. And most importantly: we need to hear each other’s voices.
Gone are the days when women were to be as children: seen and not heard. Because girls, God gave us a voice. He gave us drive and determination. And he gave us a ministry all together different then our male counterparts.
And it’s time to step forward. We are more than shoppers who found a good deal. We are more than suitable wives and submissive mothers. We are made to be more than that-and it’s time we were. It’s time to move beyond women in women’s ministry. Because we are more than that. Do we not minister also to our husbands? To our sons? To our nephews and the kids in our neighborhood? Do we not lead by example in our jobs?
So I ask again, where my girls at? Step forward ladies, it’s time to let his light shine right through you. Let his voice be heard as it has been laid on your heart. It’s time for revolution. This nation needs it. This world needs it. And it starts with us.