The question was raised as my conscience fell... a silly little lie...
What if men and women were equal?
It's the question we're tackling. And in the classroom, it has a predetermined end. That's OK.
I know the ultimate predetermined ending, so I can stand on this.
But it's there in my heart, longing for answers... that burning question that only He can answer.
What was on Your heart when You made her?
What did You see when You said, "It is good"? What was it like for her... to walk in perfect communion with You? How did she stand it... the weight of knowing You... of knowing with perfect clarity that she was fearfully and wonderfully made? What was it like to be before You as she was? What kind of woman was she... this dream of Your heart? This first of us? What did feminine look like to You?
I will study these theories late into the night. But it's Your heart I long to know.
Does it hurt You that we are so divided?? Does the weight of our expectations toward one another... the separations we cause... the envy and the strife and the bitterness that cut through the heart of who You created us to be... does that grieve You?
Do You wonder how we can strive for equality between genders when as women we are so divided?
What if we put the level ground at the foot of the cross in the space between our hearts? What if we took the community of our small groups... that safe space... and projected it into the bigger community of women... fearlessly? What if we were not content with judgment any longer... but we contended on our faces for Kingdom Come in our relationships? What if we saw the chains on hearts rather than the wounds they inflict on us when we get too close?
What if we agreed that we would not stand one more day of women in slavery? Not one. more. day.
What if there was so much less of us... and so much more of You? What if Feminist Theory became to the world what it looks like to You?? Women... empowered by their identity in You. What if we stopped relying on the power of woman... and turned to the power of Christ in us? The hope of glory.
What if?
It's the question we're tackling. And in the classroom, it has a predetermined end. That's OK.
I know the ultimate predetermined ending, so I can stand on this.
But it's there in my heart, longing for answers... that burning question that only He can answer.
What was on Your heart when You made her?
What did You see when You said, "It is good"? What was it like for her... to walk in perfect communion with You? How did she stand it... the weight of knowing You... of knowing with perfect clarity that she was fearfully and wonderfully made? What was it like to be before You as she was? What kind of woman was she... this dream of Your heart? This first of us? What did feminine look like to You?
I will study these theories late into the night. But it's Your heart I long to know.
Does it hurt You that we are so divided?? Does the weight of our expectations toward one another... the separations we cause... the envy and the strife and the bitterness that cut through the heart of who You created us to be... does that grieve You?
Do You wonder how we can strive for equality between genders when as women we are so divided?
What if we put the level ground at the foot of the cross in the space between our hearts? What if we took the community of our small groups... that safe space... and projected it into the bigger community of women... fearlessly? What if we were not content with judgment any longer... but we contended on our faces for Kingdom Come in our relationships? What if we saw the chains on hearts rather than the wounds they inflict on us when we get too close?
What if we agreed that we would not stand one more day of women in slavery? Not one. more. day.
What if there was so much less of us... and so much more of You? What if Feminist Theory became to the world what it looks like to You?? Women... empowered by their identity in You. What if we stopped relying on the power of woman... and turned to the power of Christ in us? The hope of glory.
What if?
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