I’ve been ruminating on this post for a while now, and I’m still not sure I’m quite ready to express all that my heart is feeling. But soon other things will be upon us, as happens in normal church life, and I realize that before long the radical thing that just happened in my little church will be so normal
This post first appeared as “My Good Friday Dress” on leannefriesen.com. Republished with permission. I’m a little embarrassed to admit how much time I spend on a Sunday morning looking at my closet and deciding what to wear. I know it’s not that unusual for people to spend time thinking about their clothes, but
I always talk about following Jesus as the way to life, and I believe that deep down in my bones. I also know deep down in those same bones that the way to this life often starts with death – as annoying as that can be. The last couple of years of my life
One of the common things that I hear when people talk to me about women being preachers, particularly among those new to the idea, is the statement: “I’ve never seen it.” Sometimes this is a statement meant to express a simple lack of experience, often said with regret. Other times it is meant to make a point – that if women were meant to have such a role, then surely, the argument goes, there would be more examples from history at the ready.
I am still basking in the glow of an event in which I recently participated: In the Company of Women, a conference about women and men sharing in leadership in the Church. The idea behind this gathering must have struck a chord,
I can’t tell you how many times I have spoken at a church or event and had a woman tell me afterwards: “This is the first time I have ever heard a woman preach.” I’m never quite sure how to respond. I usually say something like: “I’m glad you could see that.”