This is the third part of an ongoing series delving into Sarah Bessey’s book “Jesus Feminist”. The other entries can be found here.
I’m taking a different approach to covering chapter three. Mostly because Bessey herself takes a different approach. She uses this chapter to talk about her own history of faith and feminism, the ups and the downs; the history that lead her to her present. So I decided to do the same thing. I wanted to use this entry to share a little bit of my own history as a Jesus Feminist.
I’ve written and joked before about how spotty my memory is, so a reader of my blog would not be remiss in wondering just how I’m going to recount a history that I probably barely remember. I will say that while specific stories may be few and far between, feelings and general understandings have always stuck with me even without specificity drawing me to them. With that in mind I will begin.
I grew up with parents who loved God in a truly relational way. Of course church was important, (I spent most days of the week there from infancy onward) but what they wanted the most for my sister and me was for us to have a personal trans-formative relationship with Jesus. My world growing up was very female centric. I had no brothers, and outside of my immediate family the only cousins I regularly saw were all girls. I had two aunts that I regularly interacted with only one of whom was married. (My other aunt did not marry until I was closer to pre-teen age). I say all of this to say that it would never have occured to me to place women in a certain sphere. The women in my life were in every sphere, stay at home mothers, working mothers, you name it I knew a woman who did it.
Spiritually this was also true. My spiritual growth was impacted by women of God from the very beginning. It was Sister Mabel Jones who lead me in the prayer to ask Jesus into my heart when I was 4 years old in her Sunday School class. (As a side note, all of the women in my church were referred to as Sister____ as a sign of respect to show that we were brothers and sisters in Christ.) It was Sister Helen who taught me about Passover and the amazing miracle God performed to rescue his people from bondage. It was Sister Rubie and Sister Sandy who song after song taught me doctrinal truth as well as the order of the books of the Bible. (Anyone remember the song “Little is Much?”) These women are just the tip of the iceberg. The pages of my childhood are filled with women of God who poured into my life in amazing and valuable ways.
Of course there were men of God who influenced me as well and I am just as grateful for them. Not only for what they taught me but for their willingness to work side by side with their sisters in ministry. If anyone had asked me as a child and pre teen if women should be allowed to lead the same as men, I’m not sure I would have understood the question. There were places where people thought women couldn’t do those things? It wasn’t possible! This is just my perspective of course. I don’t pretend to know any of the politics that might have been happening behind the scenes of my childhood. Maybe there were hard fought battles, and maybe there were not. All I know is that what trickled out to me was a clear understanding that God calls people to do his work. That’s it. Just people.
In college, when I began to understand that some people believed women were unable to hold certain leadership positions I experienced two emotions almost simultaneously; anger and self righteousness. I was angry that people dared to believe that I was unable to perform certain tasks for the body of Christ just because I was a woman. But I also felt a sense of pride as well. After all my church believed that women could be senior pastors. My denomination believed that women could hold all the same leadership positions as men. We were so much more enlightened than these other people who didn’t see women as equal to men.
And then I began to feel a little uneasy in my gut. Sure, my church believed that women could be in leadership. It said so right in the statement of our doctrinal beliefs. But, how many women senior pastors did I know in my denomination? How many women preached from the pulpit of the church I attended every Sunday? Does it really matter if a church believes in equality of women in leadership if they don’t actually put it into practice? I wasn’t the only one noticing this. My friends who attended other churches were coming to the same conclusions completely separate from me, and we were all asking the same question. Belief and practice were not lining up and it was very distressing.
For a long time I waffled back and forth between sadness and anger not knowing where to land. I couldn’t draw a connecting line between those who thought women shouldn’t be in leadership and the men that lead the churches I attended. The pastors I interacted with valued women. I knew this because I experienced it and saw other women in my life experience it as well.There were so many strong female spiritual leaders in the church I had grown up in and every church I had attended since; they just didn’t have the title of pastor. And yet, I couldn’t deny that it rubbed me the wrong way to see the absence of women on boards, in the pulpit, and in spheres outside what is typically considered “women’s ministry.) There were women in my life who were not only eager but qualified to serve and yet for whatever reason were not being given that opportunity. It was disheartening to say the least.
I’m not going to wrap this up with a neat bow. I didn’t come to an easy solution. In fact I haven’t come to any solution at all yet. At least not a typical one. Bessey experienced this type of tension in her own life as well and I love the solution she talks about in the book. She says “We must lean into pain instead of resisting it.”(p.51) It was painful to question the very system I came to know Christ in. It is true though that by leaning into the pain I’ve began to see a way out of it. I often want the answers I seek to be a zero sum game where someone is right or someone is wrong; someone is bad or someone is good. But leaning into righteous pain has taught me that the answers I seek are not “or” but “and”. The churches I have been a part of have always valued women, AND they also need to work on putting their theology into practice. That’s ok. I’m constantly working on putting my theology into practice. I think I’ll be working on that until the day Jesus comes back. I can be patient with my church family because I love them and they love me. What I need to do is not give up. The body is made up of many parts. I see one of my roles as being a reminder that while we are doing well with gender equality leadership, we still have work to do.
And honestly, there is nothing more encouraging than the men that have been and continue to come into my life that push for just that. The pastor who places women in leadership roles without a second thought and preaches about women from the pulpit not just on Mother’s Day and at Christmas. The pastor who hires a woman to be the youth pastor at his church. The father who always let me know not just in words but in actions that he valued the spiritual leadership of my mother and expected great things from my spiritual life as well. These men and others like them join the women I mentioned in the beginning as people who shaped the woman I have became. A woman who calls herself a Jesus Feminist.
What about you? What is your personal story? Did you grow up in a community that saw women and men as equals? If not when did you begin to change your own mind? Do you see the value in ideology informing practice? Leave your comments below!