Too Many Hard Things

Warning: This post is not your average Coffee, Mom, Repeat fodder. If you don’t like discussing important, meaningful issues in current events & Christianity, there may be too many hard things for you to hear.

Sorry for the delay mamas, the last few weeks have been a blur. Our Thanksgiving was slightly hi-jacked by my husband ending up in the ER having an emergency appendectomy (ON THANKSGIVING DAY, while being out of town). Which means we came home to a week of recovery and trying to keep a 3yo happy with daddy laid up on the couch all day. I have felt zero guilt putting down the laptop and just taking care of family business for a while.

Aside from all that, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on the hard things women in our country are facing right now. The hard things Christian women are facing. And I found it very difficult for my first post back to be a fluffy, neutral piece on parenting or a family recipe. There are just too many hard things on my mind.

A win for women everywhere.

Today Time Magazine announced their “person of the year” are the Silence Breakers. The brave women, and men, who chose to stand up for themselves and try to end the vicious cycle of sexual abuse and harassment in this country. And I have to admit, my heart leapt with joy. Women and journalists standing up for what’s moral and right and true. Ironically all things that the Christian community should be standing up for. And yet here we are on the brink of a whole state full of supposed Christians in Alabama about vote an accused child molester into congress. All in the name of evangelical conservative politics. And a lot of those voters are women. Mothers. Daughters. In one interview I heard a reporter ask the president “Are you saying an accused child molester is better to have in congress than a democrat?” He would not or could not answer the question. Did’t even refute the suggestion.

Is this what its come to?

I have been extremely grateful for the influential pastors, writers, and theologians who have stood up to the likes of Franklin Graham and others who seem to have sold their soul. My heart is encouraged by the ones who’ve spoken the obvious, that the handful of evangelicals in this country who’ve lost their ever-loving minds are making the whole of the Christian church in this country into a big joke. It’s a hard thing to reconcile, that these people in Alabama love the same Jesus I do. How is that even possible? I still don’t have an answer to that.

When I look back at this moment in history, I don’t want to look back and remember I was silent. That I was too worried about what my readers thought or how many followers I’d lose and said nothing. Thankfully I cannot say #metoo, but I can stand with my sisters, regardless of their faith, and tell them I will not stand for this. I will not raise my son to think women can be objectified, and if I’m blessed with a daughter, I want her to grow up in a different America. One where women are free to express themselves without fear of being too much, or not enough.

The right kind of anger.

I once heard a pastor I respect describe the difference between the kind of anger that destroys, and righteous anger. He described the anger Jesus expressed that day when He drove the money changers out of the temple. He was angry because those people selling overpriced goats at the gate were trying to come between His beloved followers and His Father. When I think about how angry I am over the Roy Moore supporters in Alabama, it’s because those so-called Christians are coming in between the genuine love of Jesus, and those seekers who are looking for truth in authenticity. So am I angry, yes, I am very angry. You want to know what complacency leads to? It leads to this climate we are currently in. This muck we are sifting through trying to cling to a faith that’s precious to us amongst those who would tarnish and cheapen the gospel for their own political agenda.

If you have a voice, use it. If you have a #metoo story to share, share it. We will stand with you. You are not alone.


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