|My second home from infancy|
I grew up in a church where women were empowered to serve in
|My grandmothers, mother and me|
|At two outside my father's first church|
I have been a member of or regular attender at ten different mainline evangelical denominations as well as several independent and Charismatic churches; fifty percent of them restricted the roles of women, the rest did not. I have been exposed to many different streams of theological thought and have taken graduate courses in theology as part of an advanced degree program. I haven't seen or experienced it all within organized religion, but have come pretty close.
|Serving as a missionary|
I do not know how long this timeout will last. I suspected it was coming but I have no clue when it will end. I just know that the views espoused in groups willing to use the bible to justify the oppression or marginalization of any group of people no longer reflects who or what I believe God to be. I cannot participate any longer.
I have not lost my faith, I have found it again. I have not rejected the Bible but rather am learning to approach it with an open heart and mind--not one closed to all but one possible interpretation. I have not walked away from God but rather am running headlong into His all-encompassing love and compassion for all of humanity, including me, a mere woman.
"Enough," my word for 2018 perfectly describes my feelings during this timeout. Enough of tolerating marginalization and second-class status all in the name of religion. Enough compromising and swallowing my pain and disgust; enough of my support through membership or attendance of any group that devalues women. Enough. I've had enough.