2016 reflections & 2017 desires

I don’t really know how it’s possible that yet another year has passed and a new one is literally a day away. It feels like just yesterday that everyone was panicking and hoarding in preparation for Y2K…and here we are nearly 17 years later and our lights are still working, our computers still humming, our iPhones chiming…

It’s that time of year when our jeans are tight, our wallets slim, our emotions a little frayed and even raw as we reflect on the past year – the failed resolutions, the mistakes, the disappointments. And at the same time, there is renewed hope at the prospect of turning a new leaf – no matter how many new years we may have ushered in – 15 or 95 – it doesn’t matter. Every January 1 is a fresh start. A new beginning. An opportunity to try again. Make plans. Dream. Resolve.

A lot was packed into 2016. It’s been a very busy year with a lot of traveling and one really long – but amazing – road trip. We left Pensacola at the end of April and embarked on a week-long trip through 11 states. We ate beignets and drank rich cafe au laits at Cafe Du Monde, and wandered through the French Quarter in New Orleans. We stayed the night in Houston and ate bison burgers washed down with ice cold Lone Stars at a tiny dive underneath an overpass. We drove through the Ouachita Mountains of Oklahoma, and camped in the middle of the Ozark National Forest in Arkansas. We made a quick stop in Memphis at the tiniest and somewhat sketchy hole-in-the-wall (which really was just somebody’s kitchen) for award-winning Memphis barbecue, and camped outside of Nashville where we enjoyed giant, flaky and delicious biscuits for breakfast the following morning. We then spent a week and a half with family and friends in North Carolina before heading down to Augusta, Georgia (our new duty station).

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We had a lot of fun in 2016. Made new memories. Laughed. Decorated our home. Explored our new city. Visited new places. Joined a new church. Connected with new friends. But there’s been hardship too. Occasional loneliness. Bouts of discouragement. Feelings of isolation during the long and brutally hot summer months. We grieved this year as we said goodbye to Pappaw. We gathered together to celebrate his life – reuniting with some family members we hadn’t seen in a while. We shared countless stories, loved on Granny. A bittersweet week honoring a life well lived that we all miss terribly …

There are a lot of resolutions I could make for 2017. (Drink more water, lose 10 pounds, run a half marathon, make more money on Etsy, etc.) But what I really want as we head into 2017 are more opportunities to love, serve, and listen. Three simple things really, but they’re so hard. We’re moving in a few weeks. Which is exciting and kind of insane, considering we just moved seven months ago. We’re buying a house and it really is perfect timing. A new home is exciting for a lot of reasons, but my main desire is that this home will be a haven. A welcoming, and hospitable place where we sit around the table with friends and strangers. Where people can feel free to come and go and know that if nothing else, there will always be coffee.

A few months ago, my mother-in-law gave me a book called First We Have Coffee – a memoir about the author’s mother during the early part of the 20th century. I’ve read a lot of wonderful books this year about hospitality and creating welcoming homes but I think this one was my favorite. Not because it was full of tips or wonderful recipes. But because it was a genuine glimpse of real love. A roaring fire. A welcoming table. Homemade bread. Generous cups of coffee. I think this book is a beautiful reminder that there is indeed a lot of pain, grief, and loneliness in the world. But we should never underestimate the power of listening ears, compassionate hearts, and a hearty meal. That’s what I want for our new home.

That’s what I hope 2017 will bring.

 

My Favorite Books of 2016

 

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In January, I made a devastating self discovery. I realized I had made it through 2015 having only read one lone book. That’s pretty pathetic. I mean, I grew up with my nose stuck in a book – I absolutely adore books, and bookstores, and libraries. But after graduating college, as countless people can attest, I just could not seem to find the time to read anymore. And the sad thing is that my evenings are more likely to be spent watching Netflix than devouring a novel or leafing through a biography. I’ve grown lazy and I realized I missed reading. So I decided that 2016 would be the year that I rekindled my old love affair with books. I created a Goodreads account – possibly the best app ever. And I started a reading challenge. I’m not even close to the 40 books I thought I’d somehow manage to read. But here we are, 18 days away from the New Year and I’m pretty excited to say I have officially finished 24 books (6,372 pages according to my Goodreads account)!

I stumbled across some amazing books this year: a few novels, a handful of classics, a timely political book or two, a few on theology, and just for fun, a couple of biographies. The more I read, the more I crave. This year, I was reminded of a time before Netflix. Before Facebook. Before E-mail. When one of my greatest sources of entertainment and distraction was books. I’m not going to share reviews of all 24 books because that would be absurd. But I thought I’d share my top five favorite books of 2016 – not necessarily books that were written in 2016, but books that I either discovered or finally got around to reading this year. I’ve been challenged and blessed, emotional and contemplative as a result of thoughtful, deep, educated, and compassionate authors. I hope you will be too!

1] Openness Unhindered by Rosaria Champagne Butterfield

This, quite possibly, is one of the best books I’ve ever read, and most definitely my favorite book of 2016. If you are not familiar with Rosaria’s story, I’d recommend starting with her first book, The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert.

This year, I’ve listened to several podcast interviews with Rosaria. I devoured her books and I’ve been so impacted and blessed by this woman’s heart of compassion, hospitality, and deep knowledge of scripture. I finished Openness Unhindered feeling absolutely challenged about the way I engage and interact with unsaved souls, the openness of my home, my own compassion (or lack of compassion) for my neighbors and people in my community.

In this book, Rosaria talks about the history of of sexual and gender identity in the universities and our present culture. She pulls from her own years of research and study as a highly educated woman. She also beautifully and lovingly details Christ’s design for creation, and the beautiful and distinct differences between men and woman. She talks about loving people where they are, cultivating an atmosphere that is open and welcoming – even to people who are different and even sometimes uncomfortable to interact with. She talks about being purposeful and intentional in relationships. Loving people where they are.

If I had a book on hand to just pass out to people, it would be this one.

2] Hiding in the Light by Rifqa Bary

I’m a huge lover of true stories. I devoured Unbroken in four days, and many of the books on my Goodreads to-read list are biographies and true accounts. I first heard Rifqa’s story on a podcast (confession: I discovered a lot of books this year via podcasts), and I knew I had to get my hands on her book. Rifqa was raised in a strict Muslim home in the United States, but had an encounter with God as a young child. This is the story of her salvation, God’s protection and deliverance, a battle with her family and the court system, and ultimately the Lord’s mercy in a situation that seemed impossible. The book is captivating and beautifully written. It’s also incredibly sobering, and convicting in the kind of way that forces one to examine their own hearts and think about what truly matters.

3] Bread & Wine by Shauna Niequist

I loved this book for 1,001 reasons. If I could mirror anyone’s writing style, it would be Shauna’s. She’s hilarious, descriptive, and down to earth. Her writing is infectious, her stories so beautifully and wonderfully illustrated. But I think more than anything, I appreciated her genuine approach to just writing about life – the ups and downs, the kitchen successes, and little life disappointments. I found myself relating so deeply to her love of food: discovering new places and associating some of the best memories with delicious food. I can also agree that one of my favorite places to be is around the table, immersed in conversation, passing plates, clinking classes, pouring wine or coffee. Throughout this book, I found myself constantly exclaiming, yes!

4] 1984 by George Orwell

It’s a classic I somehow failed to read in high school. So I read it this year (a super timely book, by the way). This is not a happy book by any means, but it’s an absolutely interesting storyline and one worth reading. It’s gripping. Thrilling. Incredibly interesting. I read several novels this year, but 1984 was certainly the best. And while current New York Times Best Sellers have their place, there’s nothing quite like classic literature.

5] All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

It probably took my two months to finish this novel. It was long, and dealt with difficult subject matter  – Nazi occupied France, a blind girl, and a German orphan. I’ve noticed a lot of readers disagreed about this book. Some thought it was just another predictable WWII novel. But I thought it was brilliant. I was captivated by the storyline, the characters, the mystery. Like 1984, it was not a happy book. It certainly did not have a happy ending. But that’s not always a reason to read books. Sometimes a story cannot possibly end happily. That’s a reality, but it doesn’t mean the story shouldn’t be told. This was a fictional novel, but it was obviously based on non-historic fiction (unlike 1984). I’m a little picky when it comes to novels, but this is a good one that I would definitely recommend especially on a snow day, or a long trip, or just a few hours lounging in a hammock.

Three Thanksgivings

Thanksgiving has long been a favorite holiday of mine. It’s the beginning of the Christmas season, a time for delicious calorie-heavy food, and a welcome opportunity to break from the craziness of life and catch up with family we haven’t seen in months. It’s a season of reminiscing; lots of laughter, sometimes tears.

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For my family, this was the first Thanksgiving without Pappaw. It was different, and a little sad. But also sweet. Because sitting together and digging through boxes of old pictures and memorabilia sparked so many stories and memories. We found childhood drawings and letters we’d sent to Granny and Pappaw decades ago. We laughed at awkward family pictures, and passed around old family photographs from the early 1900s. I think this year, more than ever before, we were all reminded of our beautiful inheritance.

I’ve recently realized that most people don’t have cousins they can sit around a table with for hours, drinking pour over coffee, sipping red wine, eating buttery pop corn, laughing out loud, playing hand after hand of Oh Shucks, quoting movie lines, loving life together. We are a family of laughter and joy. Even with the heartache of this past year, the difficulties of life in general, the miles apart (many of us spread out in different states and countries). This year, we all returned. My sister from Mexico, my brother from college, my husband and I from Augusta. This year, for the first time in many years, we all met together again at the home that holds some of the happiest memories.

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I am thankful for these 28 years with my family. Twenty-seven with pappaw. Almost three with my husband. And as we’ve left the nest, and started this new military life, it’s been so important to me that we carry on a legacy of hospitality with our Navy family here. This past week, we enjoyed three separate and uniquely different Thanksgiving meals. Yes, it’s a lot of food. But more importantly, it’s a lot of fellowship. A table full of beautiful souls.

A few months ago, I commissioned my brother to build us a six foot farmhouse table. Now I realize everyone and their mother currently has a farmhouse table or is making one, or at least dreaming about one. It’s a trend that has caught on like wildfire – and for good reason. Farmhouse tables are beautiful and welcoming. I wanted a space where people could gather, converse, laugh, swap stories, enjoy food, drink wine, break bread. I told my husband to invite everyone. Our house is small. Parking is a problem. The turkey was only 13 pounds. But I didn’t care. Come one, come all. I decorated for Christmas, roasted a turkey, turned up Bing Crosby, made a bowl full of homemade cranberry sauce (boiled down from plump cranberries in water, orange juice, and sugar, with a just a hint of cinnamon). Last Tuesday night, we had a house full of sailors. One soldier. A few wives. The house was loud. We ran out of chairs. But somehow, there was plenty of food. I made homemade hot apple cider and passed around tupperware overflowing with brownies.

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And once again, I felt grateful for this opportunity. I knew very few of the people gathered around the table. But it didn’t matter because I absolutely believe that the walls of separation diminish when you sit down to share a meal with a stranger.

Our third Thanksgiving took us back home to North Carolina for two days. After far too much turkey, casseroles, and pie, my mother in law decided to bake a few lasagnas instead – a very welcome reprieve from all the leftovers we’d been consuming for days. This time, we gathered with my husband’s sweet family. Grandparents. Sister. A brother home from college. It was intimate and welcoming. We ate leftover pumpkin cheesecake, and turned on the fire as the temperature dropped outside.

I know it’s a cliche to say I’m thankful for family. But I am. I have a rich, beautiful heritage that has only grown sweeter with age. We’re surrounded by a growing group of supportive sailors and soldiers who actually enjoy hanging out with us, pet sitting, or coming over for a meal. And to top it all off, I married into a loving family of servant-hearted individuals.

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.” [Ralph Waldo Emerson]

 

October 2016: A Little Life Update on Moving + Friendship

October has arrived in all the glory of less humidity (thank goodness) – a welcome reprieve.

Photo by Sarah Southern

Photo by Sarah Southern

I’ve found myself buying more pumpkins than I know what to do with, wandering around the local produce tents and admiring all the fall things (while still wearing tank tops and shorts because even though the humidity has died down, the temperatures are still in the mid-eighties). In Augusta, we make chili, light pumpkin spice candles, and turn down the AC – pretending that outside it’s brisk and cool enough for boots and sweaters!

Photo by Sarah Southern

Photo by Sarah Southern

In all seriousness though, our fall has been glorious. While missing the beautiful colors of a North Carolina autumn, I am rejoicing in the glory of church fellowship, new friendships and opportunities, and a growing appreciation for the area. It’s been a long time coming – a hot, slow, and rather dull summer (with a few fun trips thrown in). Battles with loneliness and discontentedness, many tears, many coffee dates with me, myself, and I. Honestly though, I think I needed it. I needed to go through this lonely period because I’ve learned a lot through it. I’ve learned to persevere and not give up on finding community and friendship. I’ve learned how to extend myself far beyond my comfort zone (often going into unknown territories – strangers homes full of dozens of people I’ve never met). I’ve learned to be observant of others just like me – women longing for friendship and not really knowing how to initiate. I’ve learned (and am continuing to learn) that a new adventure or experience is what we make it – we’re either open to opportunities (regardless of the zip code), or we waste our time, counting down the days until we can get the heck out of here.

Gracious, that’s a lot of lessons to learn. And I’m still learning, still being challenged, and (Lord willing) still growing.

Yesterday, we realized it’s been a year since my husband graduated bootcamp. In many ways it’s been the most emotional and hectic year of our lives! So much has happened since his inaugural day as a United States sailor! There have been moments I’ve wondered what the heck we’re doing. Why leave a solid community, good jobs, a great church, loving family, and fantastic friends? I think the answer is that growth often comes in the pursuit of the unknown. Not everyone is called to leave their hometowns – and that’s a good thing. But I do think we’re all called to take risks, venture outside our comfortable bubbles of familiarity, and give the uncertain future to a God who is entirely trustworthy.

Photo by Sarah Southern

Photo by Sarah Southern

This is something that requires a lot of practice. I’m learning so much. Failing often, and starting all over again and again. But I guess I can see a little more clearly now, as is often the case. The hardest thing about our move to Augusta was the overwhelming feeling of loneliness. It’s the same feeling I experienced 16 years ago at 12 years old when I stood in the driveway of our new house in our new hometown. I felt so alone – believing I’d never make friends (oh, the many insecurities that come with youth). And yet that was the date I met my husband (God indeed has a wonderful sense of humor). That move led to lasting friendships, wonderful opportunities, an incredible church. At 27, I was confronted once again with 12-year-old Sarah. “I’ll never make friends. No one wants to hang out with me! Everyone else already has their cliques and girlfriends!” And yet God was pushing me. Quietly whispering, “Say hello. Invite them to dinner. Go to that event. Don’t be afraid of rejection.” And you know what I’ve discovered? Other people are longing for friendships too. Other people are lonely. They’re also just waiting for an invitation, a kind smile, an intentional greeting. And when we can brush aside our feelings of awkwardness, our own self awareness, and take risks, friendships are formed. Walls come crumbling down. Expressions of helplessness turn to expressions of gratitude and joy.

 

Photo by Sarah Southern

Photo by Sarah Southern

It’s true what C.S. Lewis says: “to love is to be vulnerable.” When we love, we risk rejection. And that’s a scary thing. But when we withhold love and distance ourselves we are potentially missing out on the glory of fellowship. We are wired to desire community. And that’s what I’m learning – becoming a recluse, staying home, and waiting for friends to line up at my door is never going to happen. I must be proactive – become vulnerable. And I have been. More and more so these last few months. There have been some rejections, but mostly budding and blossoming relationships. It’s amazing, I’ve found, the power of a meal shared between strangers. Afterwards, we often find we’ve already arrived at friendship – isn’t that a beautiful thing?

One Year Later

Savannah River, Augusta, GA

Savannah River, Augusta, GA

My husband reminded me last week that we’ve just passed our one year anniversary in the Navy. A year ago, I dropped off my soon-to-be-sailor at a hotel in Raleigh (after squeezing his neck and sobbing into his shirt collar for half an hour). We had two more phone calls before all communication was cut off (with the exception of an occasional letter). In the past year, we changed careers, sold our very first home, moved to Pensacola (where we continued to live separately for two more months); and after six months in Florida, ventured on a seven-state road trip, returned to North Carolina to pack up our things, and relocated to Augusta, Georgia.

A lot has been packed into one year. A whole heck of a lot of new. Lots emotions. Some loneliness. Countless blessings.

I heard a beautiful reminder recently about the importance of remembering our journeys. I think about the Israelites who erected pillars in remembrance of what God had done… These days, we move on, get over, run past the tough stuff. We forget to slow down, reflect, thank the Lord for His goodness. I don’t want to forget what God has brought us through, or the lessons He’s taught us together and separately.

“…set up road markers for yourself; make yourself guideposts; consider well the highway, the road by which you went…” (Jeremiah 31:21)

I did not want to move to Augusta. I was beyond ready to experience something other than the South. I wanted to live in a new state, explore new surroundings (preferably near mountain ranges). The last thing I expected was orders for hot-and-humid Augusta, Georgia. It’s been a tough three months. It’s taken a lot of diligence to meet people (me venturing into uncomfortable and unknown situations to get involved). But as I’ve pushed myself, as husband and I have extended dinner invitations, visited churches, and gone to military and local events, our dislike for the area has begun to fade.

Augusta may not have been our first choice, but there’s a reason that we’re here. We’re starting to notice beauty, we’re making friends, and learning to appreciate our current duty station. And we’re also reminded of how far we’ve come in the last year. My husband is home again, we’re living together again. We finally have our furniture and belongings (after six months in Pensacola with ugly rented furniture and just a suitcase full of clothes). He left for bootcamp a lowly seaman recruit. Now he’s a genuine sailor. I couldn’t be more proud.

It’s been a good year. A very different year. A year full of learning curves. But I certainly wouldn’t change anything – even the hard stuff. Even Augusta.

My thoughts on ‘church shopping’ and the modern church movement

When my husband and I arrived in Augusta (three months ago), we didn’t have a single friend in the area or any connections whatsoever. Craving Christian fellowship, we’ve spent three months hopping from church to church trying to find a new church home. For anyone who has moved to a new town or decided it was time to find a new church, the experience of “church shopping” can be daunting and even intimidating.

I still have vivid childhood memories of visiting foreign churches with my family – dreading the inevitable “child roundup” that separates kids from parents (segregates siblings by age), and sends them to dank basements for Sunday School with strange kids, felt Bible story boards, and animal crackers. Church shopping was always an adventure – sometimes good, and sometimes weird: like the Sunday morning (probably 15 years ago) when the pastor preached about his birthday and his birthday wish list (I, of course, did not actually witness this sermon as I was most likely in the basement for Sunday School – but it’s a story my parents mention often as a very weird church experience).

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Fast forward to 2016, and I no longer have to worry about being rounded up and sent to the basement (thank goodness). “Church shopping” as an adult has been tedious and discouraging (seven churches in three months). Coming from a small, simple church background, I was not prepared for the modern church movement. Parents don’t send their kids to basements anymore. They check their kids into Sunday School with fancy kiosks stationed in foyers, and hand them off to staff members who have been vetted and undergone background checks. I’m going to sound far too old for my age, but I had no idea (until three months ago) that modern churches had become so technologically savvy! Not only are there kiosks for checking in kids, there are *usually* kiosks for tithing as well (gone are the days when the deacons walk up and down the aisles, passing around old fashioned baskets collecting cash and checks). Husband and I have walked into sanctuary after sanctuary (except for the first Sunday when we were forced to sit in the overflow seating), in awe of fancy, expensive sound equipment, lighting, video screens, etc. Churches now have full on rock concerts during the worship portion. They have fog machines, light shows, and just in case you can’t see the worship leader from your seat, they often provide extra video screens of the worship team.

Week after week, we visited churches that seemed to have it all – large buildings, qualified staff, beautiful facilities, top-of-the-line equipment. But we left feeling unsatisfied, unfed, and lonely.

I write all of this not to critique large churches, programs, or technology – all of which can be good things. I’ve been to some amazing large churches, worshipped in settings of thousands, sat under many different kinds of preaching from many different pastors. My own preference is not the only way to do church at all. There is beauty in diversity – and in my 27 years I’ve seen a lot of different ways to do church from conference settings, to intimate gatherings in English and Spanish. But I don’t think I’m off the mark to say that while America is full of beautifully diverse churches, it has also entered a time when the Gospel has taken a back row seat. Maybe not intentionally – but in so many churches, somehow the meaning and purpose of the church has gotten lost amongst the giant congregations, the programs, the donuts and coffee, the new building constructions, the fog machines, the topical sermons, etc.

I’m reminded of a quote from David Platt in his book ‘Radical,’ “We are settling for a Christianity that revolves around catering to ourselves when the central message of Christianity is actually about abandoning ourselves.”

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In her novel, ‘And the Shofar Blew,’ Francine Rivers paints a story of a pastor who moves to a small town to help a dying church. The pastor is young, humble and energetic and has plans to get involved in the community and bring people in. At first his intentions are purely fueled by his love for the Gospel. The church grows, lost are saved. The unwanted become wanted. But with the growth of the congregation, comes a focus of more material things. The pastor starts kicking out the original elders and replacing them with younger, “more hip” elders. The church goes into massive debt to build new facilities, and the pastor becomes so involved in the church that he neglects his own family. Over time, the pastor stops preaching from scripture, skips over topics of sin and the crucifixion because with so many newcomers and unbelievers pouring in, he doesn’t want to scare them off with the “messiness of the Gospel.” He gains wealth, fame, notoriety. But loses the essence of the church.

‘And the Shofar Blew’ is a difficult book to read, but one that is incredibly relevant to today’s culture and an important reminder that even our Christian leaders can be deceived and lose sight of their purpose.

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been reminded to pray diligently for the church in America. The church is the bride of Christ – and as such, she is precious to Him. But the church is not above reproach. We’re living in a time when it is far easier to tickle ears with watered down scripture than to preach truth. So many are sacrificing convictions, being won over by a very convincing culture. The church is not immune to this and we need to be prepared – girded in armor and founded on the Word of God.

So, I digress a lot. Because what has been our personal experience of church shopping has actually been a much deeper look into the modern church. I’ve been wrangled out of my comfort zone and I’ve been challenged to have grace always, but also to have discernment to see where the church is heading if we’re not careful. Maybe it’s because of my own experience living in a third world country, but I cannot help but be sickened when witnessing the extravagance and opulence of some of the churches we’ve visited (which reminds me a lot of Francis of Assisi in the movie ‘Brother, Sun, Sister, Moon’ and his shock walking into a cathedral adorned with gold and jewels while people outside the doors were literally naked and starving). The world (especially the third world) already views Americans as disgustingly wealthy. What would they think if they stepped foot in our churches, walked across the expensive tiled floors, used the granite laden bathrooms, worshipped in the massive, technology filled sanctuaries? What would Jesus think?

“The price is certainly high for people who don’t know Christ and who live in a world where Christians shrink back from self-denying faith and settle into self-indulging faith. While Christians choose to spend their lives fulfilling the American dream instead of giving their lives to proclaiming the kingdom of God, literally billions in need of the Gospel remain in the dark” [David Platt]

Remember the story of the rich young ruler? He had faith. He obeyed the law. He wanted to follow Jesus. But one thing hindered him from pursuing a radical faith – his wealth. He couldn’t let it go. He could not imagine a calling that required him to lay down comfort, convenience and fortune. Perhaps this is where the modern church is today. Money is pouring in, and the temptation to indulge in fancy facilities and high end technology, hire professional staff, provide free donuts and coffee every Sunday can (sometimes) be stronger than the calling to cast aside everything, go into the world, and preach the Gospel. Do we need church? Absolutely! Christ desires the believers to be in fellowship, to come together in worship, to be discipled, educated, challenged. But there’s always a danger, no matter if it’s in the church or our own lives, to allow material belongings and love of money to become too strong – deep seated idols that replace our first love.

We’re standing at a crossroads in America. Disaster is eminent – and I don’t necessarily mean nuclear bombs or world war III. But when the church becomes less distinguishable from the world, when the world begins to feel comfortable in the church, when we neglect the bedrock (the Bible) of our own faith, then we have surely lost our way. This is not the case in all American churches – not by a long shot. But it is true for some. And that is something worth mulling over. At the very least, praying about. And if God leads, taking action.

Three weeks ago, my husband and I walked into our seventh church. We came across the website and decided to visit. At this point, I didn’t have any expectations but I hoped we’d enjoy good worship, teaching and fellowship. The building was small, the sanctuary was tiny (and hot). It felt like we were stepping back into 1999 with metal chairs and an overhead projector. We quickly learned the congregants were in the process of moving and this would be their last Sunday in the warehouse (they had spent the last two years renovating an abandoned old schoolhouse into a new church facility). This body of believers made an impact on us. Despite the packed room, the warm temperature, the simple worship and message, the unimpressive (or lack of) decor, we were incredibly blessed. We were welcomed, not ignored. The worship was genuine. The message simple but rooted in scripture.

In the weeks since, we’ve attended a work day, broken bread with believers in the church, visited a home group, and enjoyed several Sunday services. It’s not perfect – because people aren’t perfect. Christians are far from perfect. But we’ve been encouraged and exhorted not to be passive partakers, but active servants. We’ve found community.

 

Let Me Be a Woman!

 

Women, we’ve scored a victory according to the mass media and blaring Facebook statuses. Regardless of political affiliations, we’re told we should be excited that history is being made. A woman is competing head to head for presidency – how historic, how inspiring, how awe-striking. Turns out women are equal after all and are capable of achieving one of the highest seats of power in America – if not the world.

Photo by Bethany Cubino, Chasing Skies Photography

Photo by Bethany Cubino, Chasing Skies Photography

We’re told this is the absolute height of female empowerment and women’s rights. After battling men for ages, we’ve finally proven we too can become president despite our sex. As women, we’re swept along in that automatic assumption that we can’t possibly be anything but thrilled about a female presidential candidate simply because we share the same chromosomes.

What kind of simpletons do they take us for? The reality is there are countless conservative women who are appalled by Hillary Clinton. The fact that she is a woman does not guarantee her the support of all women – nor should it. Just as I can oppose a man, I can also oppose a woman, especially one with such a history of manipulation, abuse of power, and corruption. And yes, many would argue this is typical of all politicians – and maybe it is. But not all politicians are being championed as the icon, the heroine and shining example, of women’s rights. And that’s why, as a woman, I cannot sit here and simply take it quietly.

Ladies, one of the best ways we can arm ourselves against the propaganda of a culture that instantly labels us as betrayers of our gender if we’re anything but liberal, is through reading and research. I recently finished the book “Feisty & Feminine” by Penny Young Nance and I would recommend it to all women who are tired of being shamed for their conservatism.

 

We’re living in a culture that is attempting to eliminate the differences between the sexes, encouraging women to shirk their femininity and don masculinity. We’re applauding women who use manipulation, coercion, power, sexuality, and wealth to gain success. We’re pointing to these sorts of women as champions of feminism, as if their title, their wealth, their fame, their glory is what all women should strive for – no matter the cost.

Ladies, we’re better than this. We were created and designed to be different from men. This is not a handicap – God did not create us as lesser beings. We are different beings. And this is an incredibly beautiful and glorious thing. It is because we are women that we can lead and live with compassion and empathy, show hospitality and grace, offer alternative perspectives, engage, communicate, serve. We are women – and as women we are different. It’s time we embrace our differences, and bask in our femininity that distinguishes us (quite beautifully) from men. As Christian women, our ambition, our ultimate desire should be to live in holiness – as Elisabeth Elliot declared, “Let me be a woman, holy through and through!” 

Does this mean women can’t or shouldn’t run for president? Absolutely not! Women have achieved great levels of leadership in America. We have a female attorney general, a female secretary of the interior, a female secretary of commerce, a female secretary of health and human services – Hillary Clinton herself was the secretary of state! We have women serving on the supreme court, the senate and congress. We have women serving on the local level as mayors and city counsel members, women in the police force and the military. We have women talk show hosts and hard-hitting journalists – sex is no longer a factor that keeps women from achieving whatever they want to achieve. The reality is that the vast majority of women (and men) do not want to run for president. The chances of winning an election for the majority of candidates is slim. A woman winning the election has the potential to be an encouraging historical achievement OR just another corrupt politician who weaseled her way into the office through manipulation and lots and lots of political favors.

Women are integral in God’s design for humanity. Throughout scripture, we see how God uses women (in their glorious femininity) from Sarah, to Miriam, to Rahab, to Ruth, to Esther, to Hannah, to Mary to Lydia, etc., etc., etc. God’s design is perfect and He created US WOMEN to be mighty vessels for His kingdom. We were not created to sit on the sidelines, or compete head to head with men. Elisabeth Elliot said that it’s through our limitations as women that we discover our gifts.

When I think about women worth emulating, I think of women who were successful BECAUSE of their femininity. I think of Hannah Moore, a popular writer and philanthropist, who used her gift of writing to work alongside William Wilberforce in abolishing slavery in England. I think of Rosa Parks who risked a great deal to fight for civil rights because she believed ALL people deserved to be treated with dignity and respect. I think of Corrie and Betsy ten Boom who hid Jews during the Nazi occupation of Amsterdam and were eventually arrested and sent to a prison camp – but it was their femininity and holiness as women that kept them devoted to their God through absolute suffering. I think about Elisabeth Elliot who went to live amongst the Indian tribe that killed her husband to extend forgiveness, and demonstrate Christ’s love. I think about Abby Johnson, an anti-abortion activist who works with doctors and nurses coming out of the abortion industry in desperate need of healing and restoration.

I think about the women in my life – not famous or well-known, but women of God, holy, and feminine.

We’re not lacking in good examples of real female empowerment! We have countless examples to look towards – women who have literally impacted the lives of dozens, hundreds, even thousands! And these are the kinds of women we should seek to emulate – not a power hungry politician who uses her gender to shame women into supporting her.

Women, we don’t have to do all the things men do. We don’t have to score the presidency to be considered important and worthy. We certainly don’t have to sacrifice our values and morals for some skewed platform of gender equality. We are women created with incredible gifts to achieve much, and contribute to society and the world. Let us be women of God before we’re women of the world. Let’s be women who are not ashamed of our femininity. Let’s stand for truth and justice – let’s be bold in our convictions!

“We are women, and my plea is LET ME BE A WOMAN, holy through and through, asking for nothing but what God wants to give me, receiving with both hands and with all my heart whatever that is.” [Elisabeth Elliot]

Resources:

Let Me Be a Woman by Elisabeth Elliot

Fierce Convictions by Karen Swallow Prior

The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom

Unplanned by Abby Johnson

The Walls are Talking by Abby Johnson

Feisty and Feminine by Penny Young Nance

7 Women and their Secrets of Greatness by Eric Metaxas

Openness Unhindered by Rosaria Champagne Butterfield