The world of the church, throughout history,
has tended to be a "man's world."
In many places, it still is.
And yet, even in the early church
there were whispers ...
names mentioned ...
women who led,
were at the center of,
and the start of the church.
As one who teaches,
some would say, preaches ...
(and happens to be a woman)
it has been an interesting ride.
of serving God
in this unexpected way.
And as I take a look behind me
at the amazing young women God is using
all over the world,
but especially in my little neck of the woods,
I came across this poem the other day
and post it as a hat-tip to my fellow
"kitchen table theologians."
God sees you,
and he cheers, too.
Were you a man and single,
the Jesuits would have you in a trice.
But you are a man's wife,
lovely hair coarse and wild as a Morgan's tail,
on each hip a fine son, and one on your shoulders.
Your bent for theology is more startling
than your renegade humor,
your ease on a good horse, fast and wild as he can be.
You are no cut-out saint.
training your eye for truth at your kitchen table,
turning worn pages in the weary night
as your tea grows cold.
The day has come for your kind.
you are better than you know,
stirring the oatmeal,
shoveling the snow.
(by Nancy A. Henry)
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