reclaiming eve.

I suppose the concept of “nesting” looks different for each one of us, but for me, it seems to be a mix of writing a bunch of last-minute articles and scrubbing the kitchen tile grout.  GLAMOROUS, people, glamorous.  Enjoy today’s post, written for friend and author Suzanne Burden’s book, Reclaiming Eve.  And hey, Happy Due Date Day to all the mamas out there due today!

St. Anne's Chapel, Melvern.  Photo cred: Flickr Creative Commons, Granpic.
St. Anne’s Chapel, Melvern. Photo cred: Flickr Creative Commons, Granpic.

Maybe you can relate to this: as I grew older, my relationship with Eve grew more and more tangled.

I started out believing there was nothing “funny” about women. The church of my youth held a rather esteemed (and I now realize, exceptional in the evangelical world) view of the role of women, so much so that I wasn’t aware of the argument over women in ministry that marked theological conversations of the 80s and 90s. Females served in every capacity of my church: as preachers and worship leaders, as elders and on the deaconate board, as baby holders and spaghetti sauce-stirrers for Wednesday night dinners. I remember with disdained fondness when one associate pastor (who just-so-happened to carry around an XX chromosome), pulled me aside after delivering her Sunday sermon, and said, “Cara, you know you could do this someday. You should be a pastor.”

I stared back at her, my thirteen-year-old self simultaneously repulsed by the prospective nerdiness I perceived in her role as Professional Christian, while secretly overjoyed that she would see me capable of such an esteemed role.

Nodding politely, I wrinkled my eyebrows in disdain, likely providing her with a dismissive “thanks, but no thanks”of a reply until her words came predictively true fifteen years later. I entered full-time ministry, although church walls didn’t bind my own pastoral role, but instead freed me to work alongside the church, as a director within a Christian outreach organization.

Because the ministry wasn’t connected to any one denomination, it remained free to believe what it wanted to believe about the roles of women. And women, its leadership esteemed, were just as capable and qualified as men to serve in any capacity.

Hallelujah, as it should be.

But proclamations from the pulpit and actual, transpiring events were not always of the same accord.

Click here to visit Suzanne’s blog and read the rest of my story; and, if you’re looking for another perspective of Eve, the biblical figure, consider purchasing Suzanne’s book!  Otherwise, what did this story strike in you thus far?  Regardless of whether or not you find yourself a part of the church, has your relationship with Eve ever been tangled?

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