This “new woman” is not an invention of second-wave feminism either. Betty Friedan did not start the “woman movement;” Christians did. Motivated by the belief that men and women were made in God’s image to “rule the earth” together, these pro-woman, pro-justice believers sought to right wrongs for those who had less social influence.
Eve O. Schaub at Everyday Health: Our Year of No Sugar: One Family’s Grand Adventure
I wanted to see how hard it would be to have our family — me, my husband, and our two children (ages 6 and 11) — spend an entire year eating foods that contained no added sugar. We’d cut out anything with an added sweetener, be it table sugar, honey, molasses, maple syrup, agave or fruit juice. We also excluded anything made with fake sugar or sugar alcohols. Unless the sweetness was attached to its original source (e.g., a piece of fruit), we didn’t eat it.
Once we started looking we found sugar in the most amazing places: tortillas, sausages, chicken broth, salad dressing, cold cuts, crackers, mayonnaise, bacon, bread, and even baby food.
(I’m including two from this category because there were SO MANY amazing choices – I finally narrowed it down to these two)
Rebecca Wohl at Commission on Biblical Gender Equality: I Can’t Change My Spots
I took her hands even tighter into my own and led her to a chair so we could talk. Her sweet spirit and kind words moved my heart, and I could tell we had more to chat about.
“Well, after all these years of believing that women shouldn’t be in the pulpit, I just can’t change how I feel about that. But your – ,” she hesitated again.
I smiled again and tried one more time, “Sermon?”
“Ok, for lack of a better word, yes, your sermon was really one of the best sermons I have ever heard, and it challenged me in my faith – imagine that, after 80 years of walking with Jesus.”
I was very humbled and grateful for her generous words, but wanted to push further… “Ah, thank you so much! It was my true honor to bring God’s Word today. I’m so thankful that the Spirit ministered to you. So you are not sure if women should preach, but you think that maybe, I’m an OK preacher though?” I pushed further.
“Oh yes! The best! But that’s just you honey, I don’t know about any other woman out there.”
“So, if I’m a good preacher, and I am a woman, isn’t it possible that there are other good preachers out there who are women too?”
James Hoskins at Christ & Pop Culture: “God’s Not Dead” and the Angry Atheist Professor: That Was Not My Experience
…I’m concerned that the movie God’s Not Dead perpetuates a false stereotype: that of the bully atheist philosophy professor who is out to destroy every Christian student’s faith. I’m sure there are some of those professors out there. But I doubt that they are a majority. Even if they were, though, I don’t think caricatures and stereotypes are helpful. When we uncritically accept a caricature of someone, we become less gracious people. Instead, we become more dismissive, presumptuous, and defensive. We also become more likely to misinterpret an honest challenge to our faith as an “attack,” and react in a way that is less than winsome.
Kim at She is Fierce: The Sound of a Silent Doorbell
All I could do was wait to see if my doorbell would ring.
When morning came and it hadn’t, I received a phone call confirming that Dh was OK.
What I felt then was almost harder than what I had experienced the entire sleepless night.
It was the guilt that follows that moment of relief.
Because it wasn’t my love, but it was most certainly someones.
It wasn’t my heart broken, but the hearts of 4 other families.
What Kept Me in Church Was Communion
When my eyes locked into the lay minister’s and he said, “Christ’s Body, broken for you,” I believed him. When I dipped that scrap of bread, humble yet holy, into the communion wine, it sent shivers down my spine. “Christ’s blood, spilled for you.” This was the Gospel, simple and true.
It wasn’t a fancy program or a new method to “reach my generation.” It was following the example of Christ when He said, “Do this in remembrance of me.” And I did: I remembered Him.
When the cynicism of Christianity scabbed over my heart, the simplicity of the Gospel ripped it open again. In my remembrance of Him, the offenses I held against the modern Church faded away.
What is the best thing you read (or wrote!) this month?