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The Path of Safety

A half century ago, Martin Luther King Jr. marched with his arms locked with friends, neighbors, and strangers in the pursuit of greater unity, freedom, and liberty for the oppressed. It was a dangerous time that ultimately proved to be deadly for him. As they marched forward, their eyes held the combination of hope and fear, while their jaws clenched in the strength of forward movement. They were anything but safe. Yet, they marched. Read more

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Wrestling through Biblical Postures toward Women Leaders

Last week, I wrote an article about the Silence of Women in Conservative Christianity. The article received quite a bit of reaction on social media that continued to bring to mind things that I’ve been taught, believed, or need to consider with this topic.

I’d like to begin this follow up article by admitting that I don’t have a particular agenda here. I’m not on a crusade to prove that women should or should not be pastors. But I’m seeing some pretty significant differences between how Jesus, John, and sometimes Paul consider women’s roles, and how the Jews, the conservative church…and sometimes Paul view women in ministry. So rather than acting like I have it all clear, or waiting until I do, I’m going to lay a few things out there for your consideration about where I am in this thought process. Just a heads up, if you hold to a complimentarian, inerrant view of Scripture, some of these thoughts may make you feel uncomfortable. But it’s something I’m wrestling through, and would like to ask for your input on. Read more

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The Spirit of Oz

“We’re off to see the Wizard! The wonderful Wizard of Oz!”

So goes the song that awakened joy and wonder in the hearts of millions of children over the past century. Who is the Wizard? What is he like? Will he answer our requests? Will he keep us safe? What will he do to those who stand against us?

I’ll never forget the first time I heard that deep, long voice bellow, “Come! Forward!” Suddenly, the hopes and dreams turned into terror and trembling. Fire and smoke filled the room. And you were left with this eery feeling that the main characters had better not tick this Wizard off. Read more

Charlottesville: Statues & Images

As I sit comfortably on my couch, in my completely quiet house, while my babies take a nap, there are mobs of angry people in a town called Charlottesville who are carrying torches, yelling and screaming, and running over people with cars. Read more

When Castles Crumble

The heat was heavy, and laid like a thick wet blanket as I lifted my tired head to look out of the small open window to see what I could not the night before, when I had first arrived.

The ground was gray and broken. And just across the small yard was a worn down, chipped concrete house that wasn’t much more to look at than the scrawny billy goat that was tied to it.

Yesterday, our church showed a video of one of our missions trips. The video began with one of the team members making this exact observation of their trip. And my mind was drawn to that morning years ago when I had experienced the exact same thing on one of my trips. Read more