The #MeToo movement keeps on rolling and the evangelical church, specifically the Southern Baptist denomination, is currently in its path. I can’t celebrate that fact. The need for a collective voice retelling pain, abuse, and fear is not something to celebrate. The freedom that potentially comes with the telling is worth celebrating though. Like the cool, fresh air washed clean by a needed storm, I hope the climate of the church will take the opportunity to refresh as well.
No one, I should hope, would argue that sexual or verbal abuse by leaders in any organization is okay. What gets fuzzy are attitudes, paradigms, and innuendos. I would argue it’s attitude that leads to action. It’s why Jesus said if you lust it’s as good as adultery or if you’re angry it’s as good as murder. Our attitudes shape our actions. The attitudes of church leadership have shaped the attitudes of the church, have shaped actions.
As a woman I’ve had a rocky relationship with the church for years. You may be able to relate. Or maybe not. But I invite you to imagine.
I’ve been a part of the church since before memory. First a pastor’s daughter, then a pastor’s wife. As a pre-teen reading through the book of Romans I sensed God tugging my heart to follow him, to serve him full-time. It didn’t take long to realize I wouldn’t be allowed to do that as a pastor or leader. I was confused.
As a young person one of my favorite things to do was talk about theology, ethics, church history, or biblical exegesis with my dad. I loved that he would shed light on certain passages with his understanding of Greek words or Jewish culture. I also loved literature, art, and history. I asked the question why. Why do humans do what they do? Who is God? Why do I believe the bible? I wanted to engage in a community that could handle my questions, that encouraged me to find my place based on my gifting and passions, not my gender.
At the same time the southern Evangelical culture I was a part of didn’t pull out a chair for me at the table for that kind of interaction outside of the home. I knew in my conservative Christian culture of the late 80s and 90s full-time ministry was highly limited for a woman. I could never be a pastor, theologian, professor, or even perhaps an artist. I decided to be a missionary. For some reason women were allowed a certain autonomy and privilege if they were going to the mission field. Concessions were made. I thought there might be a place for me there. By the time I was 14 I had already spent seven weeks in Eastern Europe on mission. I loved it.
I don’t know that my parents explicitly told me what my options were as I crossed into adulthood. I went to college with the goal of becoming a missionary nurse. No other conversation was needed I guess. But then I changed direction. I loved international missions but I sensed I had told God what I was going to do for him instead of asking him where he wanted to lead me. I spent some time listening and he impressed upon my heart through his word and conversations that I was to serve the local church at home. Once again God and I had the conversation where I reminded him that I was a woman and wasn’t gifted to teach children. I asked him why he hadn’t made me a man. He didn’t answer.
I changed my major to communications and trusted. Meeting Chris soon after brought clarity. Looking back over the last twenty years I have no doubt God gifted us with each other to serve the church. I didn’t want to be a pastor’s wife at the time because I knew from experience exactly what it entailed. And I have been proved right, and then some. But God has equipped me to be what I’ve needed to be. My role in each church has been as different as my husband’s has been. Sometimes very hands on other times more supportive. And in each church I’ve had influence with zero authority.
But marriage to Chris was God’s answer to why I wasn’t born a man. It has been a long journey, filled with sorrow, doubt, joy. I’ve learned to like me. I’ve learned to tenaciously trust Jesus. I’ve come to value his beauty above anything else. Even though I will probably never be asked to join the big boy table and discuss theological matters, provide elder/pastoral care, or strategize mission, Chris has given me the freedom to partner with him personally in ministry.
For years I sold myself short. I had internalized all kinds of messages from secular and Christian culture. I was so afraid of getting it wrong. The ideals of biblical womanhood the church portrayed in my youth were restrictive. A lot of time went into containing and shaming women. The idea that women were more sinful than men, that we’re weaker, that God places more restrictions on us, that we can’t be trusted to be rational or lead, that we must be submissive for our own good, that our only true place is in the home, that the highest achievement of all womanhood is childbirth, that seeing ourselves as sexual beings was weird, that the education of a woman had less value than the education of a man all embedded in my heart like shards of glass and rubbed it raw for years. I’ve started sentences with “I know I’m just a woman…” But rebellion isn’t the answer. Hope is.
I have a dream. Actually two. One is to write a really good book, maybe even lots of them. The other is to return to Eastern Europe, Serbia specifically, as a minister of the gospel with the Christian and Missionary Alliance. I have a vision of reaching out to the marginalized of society, the disabled, the Roma, the poor to help them understand their place in the kingdom of God. And by extension help the local church understand that the body of Christ is only complete when those brothers and sisters who can serve do and that we are all better when we see the intrinsic worth of people across all ethnic, class, and educational lines.
I could not have articulated those dreams even two years ago. I didn’t have confidence in my own worth. My husband, and all men, were, in my mind, the first class citizens. I followed them, none of them should be expected to follow me. I don’t believe that now. I’m growing stronger and my voice is good.
I am not a complementarian or egalitarian. I follow Jesus. To the woman at the well he said I will give you living water. Her response, to a man who should not have been talking to her, a man far above her station (much farther than she knew), was to go and tell her whole village. She knew her encounter with Jesus was life changing and she risked shame to share that news. Her village was transformed. And then there was the woman who came into the house where Jesus was sitting with a bunch of men. She touched him, he let her. She cried and washed his feet with her hair. She anointed him. I can only imagine the thoughts embedded in his companion’s hearts – weird, doesn’t he know who she is, that’s just gross, I would never let her touch me like that, why doesn’t he send her away. He doesn’t say those things. That’s not what’s in his heart. He’s moved. He doesn’t tell her she’s too emotional or send her away. He holds her up as a standard of appropriate worship, for all people. Not only will he not send her away he ensures her story will be told wherever the gospel is told. Because the gospel is radically different from the law. It levels the ground. There is a place for men and women. There is a place where a woman can be held up as an example of right worship, over the priesthood, over the educated. The gospel turns everything on its ear and we constantly, including myself, try to remake it into another version of the law.
I’m not saying there shouldn’t be order. I’m not saying men and women aren’t different. I’m not saying it’s simple. But a system built on a foundation that promotes distrust and control of an entire group of people is not grace. It is easy to abuse people you distrust. People who are less than.
There will always be a need for our minds to be transformed by the gospel, individually and corporately. And there is no denying at this moment in time the church’s attitude toward women is one area that is undergoing rebirth. It’s time.
It will be a successful transformation if it is born of love, humility, grace, and mutual submission. Women do not need to take over the church and punish men. Men just need to courteously pull out a seat at the table for their co-laborers. There are lots of ways to structure leadership in healthy ways. There is room for tradition, and sensitivity to preference. I think my denomination, The Christian and Missionary Alliance, has a beautiful heritage of honoring and utilizing women.
The conversation of equality, of men and women, of Me Too, of abuse and dominance can derail us if we let it. But we don’t have to be afraid of this conversation. Jesus started it a couple thousand years ago, with a woman, at a well. The conversation should always be about the gospel. Who has access to the gospel is found in Jesus posture with all of us. He was accessible. His presence breeds freedom. For all of us. All conversations should flow from that starting place.
What could derail our conversation about body life, women in leadership, abuse of power, how we relate to one another as men and women? Deaf ears, raised fists, rebellion, hopelessness, unrepentant hearts, unforgiving hearts, demanding rights, withholding rights, thinking we have rights, marginalizing, shaming, ignoring, power grabs – all these things from any angle will spoil the conversation and slow momentum.
What will bring life and vitality to the church in this context? Open ears and hearts, gentle words, grace for harsh words, servant leadership, humility, the words “I’m sorry”, worship, prayer, more humility, courage, imagination, understanding. Not everyone was born to lead, and not every leader is a man. But the best leaders recognize their authority is held in trust for the good of others. The best leaders share their authority and empower others to be their best. The best leaders release others to live in their gifts to build the kingdom. The best leaders aren’t color blind or gender blind or blind to anything else that makes us unique, they just recognize that all colors and genders make a better team, a more rich tapestry, a more complete picture of the kingdom. The best leaders look like Jesus. They are obsessed with grace, not control.
If our attitudes shape our actions let’s take the attitude of Christ. Authority isn’t worth grasping, servant-hood is. (Philippians 2, John 13)