Even Moderate Churches Don’t Want Women in Their Pulpits

Be sure to check out my article written as a Facebook post that Ethics Daily found worthy of a wider audience. I am truly grateful for their platform and support. Read it here… https://ethicsdaily.com/even-moderate-churches-dont-want-women-in-their-pulpits/

And for the many, many woman who have experienced any similar experiences, know I see you and hear you and validate your feelings of anger, betrayal, fear, and sadness. You are not alone. 🖤

The Genderfluid God of Scripture

Just to clear things up, I don’t have “daddy issues”. My relationship with my dad is wonderful. He and my mom are two of my favorite people. They raised me and my brothers to always question the things around us. They helped build the very foundations of my faith. They also had a wonderful mentor and teacher in church during their high school years in the 70’s, who taught them not to put their faith in a box. For my parents who always supported my curiosity, doubt, and resistance to conform, I am grateful.

I am one of those women, always side-eyed in church for changing “Father” to “Parent”/ “Creator” or “Him”/“He” to “God”. Occasionally, I’ll reference God as “Mother” or use the pronouns “Her” and “She”. I have used Divine One, Holy One, Divine Mother, Divine Parent, and Creator of All Things among many other terms. I don’t do this for attention, try purposefully to make others uncomfortable, or to make a theological statement. It isn’t for anyone else, contrary to what some cis-gendered males who bristle at the sound of a femine noun or pronoun being used for their Father God.

Beginning in seminary and continuing in the years to follow, my narrow view of God from my childhood began to bloom and blossom into something indescribable and life-giving for me. The more I understood about Biblical culture, studied the original Greek and Hebrew text, digested scripture, and learned to trust the whisper in the winds (the Rûaħ) on my spiritual journey about who/what/when/where/how/why God is, I discovered a Divine Presence much…

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Neighbors We Ignore

If you’ve gone to church even a few times, chances are you’ve heard the story of The Good Samaritan. It’s a “classic” among the parables of Jesus. One that preachers love to tell because the imagery is so simple, yet the message is so moving. This story stirs something deep inside us. It flips the script of what we assume to be true, which is that religious people are people of character who always do the right thing. Because in this particular story, the person who ends up helping the wounded man, essentially, is not the minister or the deacon or the Sunday school coordinator. It’s the bi-racial 20-something yr. old, Catholic converted Muslim woman, fully tattooed and wearing a hijab that stops to care for the man beat up on a city street. But we’ll come back to this story... 

There’s actually two stories happening in these 12 verses of Luke 10. The story of The Good Samaritan is encapsulated by a larger story in which Jesus is having a conversation with a Hebrew scholar. This was an expert of law and there was no distinction in this society between civil and religious law. This lawyer had every intention of trying to back Jesus into a corner. The Greek word used translated “test;” he was testing Jesus. 

He asks Jesus, “What must I do to have eternal life?” And this is where Jesus sounds like every mother that out-wits her children on a daily basis by answering a question with a question. 

My mom had this technique down. There was this one time I remember

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