“Standing behind him at his feet and crying, she began to wet his feet with her tears. She wiped them with her hair, kissed them, and poured the oil on them.” (Luke 7:38)
Yes, always, thanks Mom. I forever love and miss you. But this isn’t about my mother.
Or my two sisters, one older, one younger, and both have given me trust I value and memories I cherish. The women I’m talking about also don’t include my wife, who has shared love and friendship and encouragement beyond explaining.
I am who I am because of women in the Bible.
I am who I am because of women who ignored the Bible. More fairly, the women who ignored the way the Bible, until just recently, until only in the last few generations, has been misused.
First, let’s journey back to near the end of World War II.
My father-in-law was a Moravian pastor. He died in 2003, almost ten years into well-deserved retirement after a lifetime of ministry. I remember looking through his black and white photos, the snapshots of his life. His wedding. Churches he served. The cute pictures of his kids, which—of course—included my adorable future spouse.
And his seminary days. During World War II, my father-in-law joined other students for an accelerated course of study for the ministry. The world, after all, was torn asunder. Get those clergy out there . . . now! In those old photographs the men had skinny dark ties, starched white shirts, and awkward smiles. And, without exception, they were all men. Continue reading →