What If … Women Were in the Pulpit?

In this week’s What If… series I write about the issue of women and the pul­pit. In the world of Chris­t­ian cul­ture, most churches are male-​​​​centered in lead­er­ship and preach­ing. What if that changed? What if women were in the pul­pit, too, lead­ing and teach­ing in con­gre­ga­tions the world over? Let’s talk about that! ***** The first time I heard a woman give a mes­sage from behind a pul­pit I had been a Chris­t­ian for about three years. Up to that time, I had only heard men preach and had only seen men pas­tor. Of course I had seen women min­is­ter … Keep read­ing …

What If … Chris­tians Were Nice to Each Other Even When We Disagree?


This week in my What If… series I want to agi­tate the waters of judg­men­tal­ism and mean spir­ited doc­trine police. Read on and then let me know what you think the church would look like if Chris­tians were nice to each other even when we disagree.

               Yester­day I read a scathing review of a new book out on the Chris­t­ian mar­ket. The blog­ger not only didn’t like the book, but didn’t like the writer. The flurry of com­ments that flooded his post were also unkind. The author’s motives were ques­tioned, her beliefs scru­ti­nized. The doc­trine police came out with guns blaz­ing as they took aim at their sis­ter in Christ and shot her down.

Chris­tians are famous for shoot­ing at one another. Our rep­u­ta­tion for being judg­men­tal has been long estab­lished and it seems that there remains con­claves that are intent on pre­serv­ing that rep­u­ta­tion. It dis­heart­ens me how mean we can become when some­one doesn’t believe the way that we do.


Photo credit by Stephen Davies. Graph­ics added by me at PicMonkey

A few years ago I men­tioned in an email to an old friend I knew from my Hong Kong YWAM days that my daugh­ter and I would be attend­ing a same-​​sex cer­e­mony. Her response star­tled me.  She ques­tioned my sal­va­tion and likened my atten­dance to such an event on par with drink­ing blood at a satanic rit­ual. I wish I were kidding.

I attempted dia­log with her. Why did this rouse her so much? I wasn’t demand­ing that she accept my view of same-​​sex unions, why did she reduce it to a Bible war with me as an infi­del in need of repen­tance or shunning?

Dia­log could not hap­pen. This became appar­ent as her next flurry of emails sliced and diced me with a litany of Bible verses that kept a real con­ver­sa­tion between friends from devel­op­ing. That is how a friend­ship that spanned two decades abruptly came to an end. My side of the street is clean with this breakup, but what has trou­bled me ever since is how this kind­hearted woman I knew who is full of com­pas­sion for the poor and a cham­pion for chil­dren could have this mean streak when it came to some­one close to her hav­ing a dif­fer­ent point of view.

My run-​​in with the mean spirit of beliefism (as my friend Jim Hen­der­son calls it) is noth­ing com­pared to what many oth­ers over the cor­ri­dors of time have had to endure. Any­body remem­ber a lit­tle era known as the Inqui­si­tion?  And they used to burn heretics at the stake, too.  Shun­ning is  also an age-​​old reac­tion to deal­ing with those who believe dif­fer­ently than we do.

Which makes me wonder :

Who did Jesus shun?

How dif­fer­ent the his­tory of Chris­ten­dom would be if Christ fol­low­ers were rad­i­cally kind to one another in the face of dis­agree­ment and dif­fer­ences. Imag­ine! It reminds me of the last prayer of Jesus recorded in John’s Gospel.  Remem­ber that one? What did he pray for as he con­sid­ered the fol­low­ers of The Way?  He prayed for unity, and for love. May they be one even as we are one, cried out Jesus on the night before his exe­cu­tion. The last recorded prayer of the Son of God was for you and me to get along.

I know I risk sound­ing ide­al­ist here, but it is ingrained in my bones, this desire to see the peo­ple of God treat one another justly and with respect. I dis­agree with com­ple­men­tar­i­an­ism with all my heart and mind, yet I try hard to not be mean about it. There is a dif­fer­ence in defend­ing your con­vic­tion and attack­ing those you dis­agree with. I don’t want to spend my energy being mean and ugly to those who inter­pret the Bible from a dif­fer­ent per­spec­tive than I do. I try to take that last prayer of Jesus to heart.

The last recorded prayer of the Son of God was for you and me to get along.

What would the church look like if we got along? What kind of rep­u­ta­tion would the church have if we were kind to each other in the midst of doc­tri­nal ten­sion? Imag­ine if we were known for our com­mit­ment to unity and fel­low­ship?  What a mind blower that would be to the world. As it is right now, we are as frac­tured as every other world reli­gion and sys­tem. We are not liv­ing set apart. Jesus said If you love your friends so what? Even the pagans do that, but I say to you Love your enemies.   

An enemy is some­one who is in oppo­si­tion to our way of life, our point of view, our beliefs. In the house­hold of faith, our enemy sits a pew away. We do not love our ene­mies. We hurl insults and slan­der just like every­body else. Where then is Jesus in all of our doc­trines and creeds?

I’m a dreamer. I imag­ine a church where kind­ness is not just a virtue but a dis­tinc­tive. That’s the kind of unity I think Jesus was pray­ing for. Unity does not mean we all agree on every­thing at the same time. Unity is a unit­ing of heart and mind despite our dif­fer­ences. Unity is a para­dox, of oppos­ing ideas liv­ing in har­mony.  I hope for the day when fol­low­ers of Jesus are more famous for our absurd kind­ness to one another than our mean spir­ited doc­tri­nal inspections.

 

Rat­tled Bones

I’m learn­ing to trust in the insane grace of Jesus to back me up no mat­ter what. But the hard­est thing of all is that I’m try­ing to be hon­est with the men and women of that rag­ing, dys­func­tional woman also known as the bride of Christ. This is where I believe I’ll dis­cover true inti­macy, true community.

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