By An Anonymous Writer —
I was an elder’s wife.
But before that…well let’s go back in time nearly two decades. I went to ministry school overseas. One of the last sermon series from my home church before I left was on what women can and cannot do in the church. But at ministry school, I learned that the Apostle Paul was speaking into a very certain historical context, culture and to specific church groups – he was not meaning to write a ten commandments for the role of women in the church from then onwards.
It was a very releasing time for me at ministry school on the whole, where I was given many opportunities to grow and try new things. Then I returned to my home country and fast forward some years, got married, had our daughters and found ourselves in a church where eventually my husband came onto the eldership team.
I have grown up in church and observed many ways Christians believe about theology, the Bible and church. These beliefs can bring people together, but they can also alienate and cause a lot of hurt. Being very certain that you have the right way of believing doesn’t allow room for open discussion or change.
Having daughters ourselves, we want them to grow up knowing the sky’s the limit, that there is nothing they cannot do, that they are created powerful, beautiful, gifted, individually unique and equal in the sight of God, neither Jew nor Greek, male nor female.
But what are the belief systems in the church teaching us as women? What are they teaching our daughters?
I have seen differing beliefs about gender roles in the church. Many of these may be unconscious, inherited through the traditions of church and culture yet they are nonetheless deeply held beliefs. Many have also been discussed, studied, researched in depth – beliefs about gender and church leadership, submission, teaching, preaching and so forth.
As many other women around the world have experienced, I too have heard, But the Bible says…
There are some wonderfully liberating books out there which speak into the issue of the role of women in the church, challenging the status quo. I discovered however, that it doesn’t matter how many articles or books you read on the topic, if your presiding church leadership (including the broader context of denomination or affiliation) does not feel the same way regarding these interpretations of the Bible, you can find yourself in an even deeper place of stifling frustration.
It took a time of being stripped and eventually leaving the church we were in to realise that the walls of restriction I felt had to come down first in the most important place – being my mind.
I had been released and given opportunities; all seemed to be going in the area of my dreams…to be in “ministry”! But I discovered that being a disappointment to others can leave you reeling from the place you thought you were headed.
You can land up with labels, being put into boxes of other people’s making and once that happens, I experienced that there is very little that can be done to “go back to the way things were”.
In hindsight, I am very thankful for what we went through. I have seen ladder climbing in the church, projection, power struggles and spiritual ambition. Striving combined with good intentions. And I have seen all of these, in me.
No one can control you without your permission. No one can restrict you when you are already free. Free to know who are as an abundant created being. A freedom to relate with people on an equal footing from a heart of humility and humanity, not from a place of labels, projection and position.
As an elder’s wife, I had many questions with no solid answers. And all I strove to achieve, a place of equality, release in the call of God on my life, I discovered would never have truly satisfied. Would never be what I thought I wanted.
The church, what is it really? Is it a place, a building? Ministry, what is it really? Is it an outreach or church plant? Is it preaching from the pulpit?
When we finally left, a change in perspective grew that has made all the difference. What value do we place on the calling God has for us, outside of the four walls? Following Jesus into the dusty streets of whatever Jesus calls us to, the mountain tops, beaches, gardens, people, homes and yes, synagogues.
I have made my fair share of mistakes and I have felt broken. I had to leave to discover being a child is enough. A child who does not need to prove their place in the family whether female or male. I do not need to fix everything. I am a Daughter of God, of inestimable value. With no ladders to climb to impress God, with nothing to offer to redeem myself. I am finding myself at the cross where labels and masks are stripped away. Where I don’t have to be perfect to fit in. Where no one expects me to be perfect. I can be myself. I can breathe again.
I love the church. But it’s more than that. I love the amazing variety of people on this earth where we live for now. Jesus was not status quo – he always offered a new way.
It is the simple things that matter – love, loving God, loving ourselves, loving others.
I don’t have to live up to other’s expectations.
I don’t have to attend to please or do to be pleasing.
When I know myself as loved, all else will flow.
Including a deepened appreciation of all that happens outside of the four walls of a church congregation.
I have learned to cease striving against the goal. When you realise your value and go where the energy is welcoming, loving, spacious – you start to flow naturally in your gifting and talents. We cannot fill the void by proving a point through cycles of action and reaction – we will find our skin when we embrace the places that are inviting and open. Destiny calls and makes a way for our unique flavour. There is no one else who can offer what you offer. There is no one else who can do what you do in the way you do it.
Yes, I have a heart for all people to be mobilised in and grow and flourish in their gifting, to come into healing no matter what gender they may be. But I have chosen to relinquish the striving. I am in the process of learning to rest in a different sense of belonging. A belonging that is peace, and not dependent on the fulfillment of future dreams.
The walls come down in our minds first.
And then we come to know, we are actually free.
We are loved.
by Christine Sine
Last week was a very unrestful week for many of us. The bombing in Manchester, the massacre of Coptic Christians in Egypt, more deaths in Kabul, the Philippines and now on London Bridge, growing turmoil around the world and the U.S. pulling out of the Paris climate agreement weigh heavily on us. The world seems to be unravelling and we are afraid that God has lost control.
In the midst of such challenges how do we find not just the energy to respond but also the peace that our hearts need to journey onwards? One thing I realize is that rest doesn’t just happen. It must be created. Restful moments throughout the day that restore our equilibrium and flood our heart with the peace that is beyond understanding are a deliberate choice.
About six months ago I purchased a fitbit. Part of what I love about it is its reminder to get up and walk every hour. Initially I just wandered mindlessly around the house, intent on getting my 250 steps but little else. Then I realized that these 2-3 minute stretch breaks could also become deliberate restful moments when I paused to breathe in and inhale the peace of God.
It has revolutionized my day. Sometimes, like this morning, I wander out into the garden and inhale the fragrance of the roses. In unstable times like this, my peace rose in particular reminds me that the fragrance of God’s peace is always with us. Even the rose’s history, inspires me. Developed in France during World War II, it was smuggled out by the French resistance. The naming of the rose as ‘PEACE’ was publicly announced in America by Robert Pyle on April 29, 1945 , the day Berlin fell, officially considered the end of World WarII in Europe. The next showing of the Peace rose came on V-E Day, May 8, 1945. At the very first United Nations Conference in San Francisco, a Peace rose with the message: “We hope the ‘Peace’ rose will influence men’s thoughts for everlasting world peace”, was presented to all 49 U.N. delegates.

Peace rose
These “coincidences” make me feel that God is always at work behind the war and turmoil creating peace. Sometimes it is hidden and needs to be smuggled out as it were to make sure that it is planted in an environment where it can grow and flourish until the time comes when it can be named, applauded and shared so that it can indeed go out throughout the world and bring hope.
So go and plant a Peace rose, or better still plant some peace in God’s garden. God desires peace in our world and I think that the history of this rose shows that.
What Is Your Response?
I enjoyed watching this video today. It made me smile and helped me relax. It is a glimpse of hope for peace and allowed God’s peace to well up within me.
Sit quietly after you have watched it and take some deep breaths in and out. Sit in the peace of God’s presence and think back over the last couple of days. Where have you seen glimpses of God’s peace? What do you need to do to nurture and grow these? Where do you have the opportunity to share these glimpses and allow their fragrance to spread throughout the earth?
They huddled together, mournful and afraid, forgetting that the grave didn’t have the final say. Nor did the resurrection of the risen, ascended Saviour mean He had forgotten about them now. He had spoken of many reassuring things but His absence still left a painful sting.
Now, bereft of His presence, cowed by the authorities, wary of what to say, what was safe or possible for them, they gathered as they were in the habit of doing. And it happened. Taking all assembled by surprise. A sudden, rushing wind arrived as heaven touched earth with bold magnificence.
Quaking, faltering disciples were about to become ardent apostles: joyous, liberated, eloquent Truth tellers, mouthpieces and world shakers for Jesus. Flaming tongues of Holy Spirit fire flared bright, igniting mind and heart, loosening tongues, giving them utterance to proclaim the Good News to others.
Only with God can the fearful become faith filled. Only a touch from heaven is required to light a spark of hope and courage in hurting hearts. Only the Holy Spirit can move souls to speak so powerfully for God, despite the rejection and reprisals it might bring.
An outpouring
A unique bond between God’s risen, incarnate Son
and lowly earth dwellers. A beautiful gift of grace
visibly poured out to satiate thirsty sojourners
A living tie threading lives together in unity
with Christ and one another, whereby sister
and brother become his cherished Beloved
Flaming tongues of fire igniting heart and mind
with heavenly anointing—now rendering weak
human beings into ardent disciples for him
A fire for Jesus, a holy surrender seared
by Holy Spirit’s life-giving energy, guidance, zest
now rests on our hearts like a gentle caress
We sense stirrings within, a call, prompting
to prayer, to follow him, to yield again
and again to the Way that leads to soul Life
instead of death—from whispered words, soft as breath
©joylenton
“God sends the Holy Spirit as a preserving seal to lock in our faith, as an authenticating seal to validate our sonship, and as a protecting seal to keep out destructive forces. The point is that God wants us to feel secure and safe in his love and power” ~ John Piper ‘Live by the Spirit’
We live in the aftermath of Pentecost, with the charismata bearing sweet fruit in our souls and lives. We long for a deeper encounter with God, and Pentecost has paved the way. Holy Spirit takes up residence in every believer’s heart, bringing Jesus to us as constant Soul Companion and Friend.
We don’t have to live weak, defeated lives, because we are given the means of victory due to our faith in Christ. Our hearts have been warmed. Our minds enlivened. Our spirits set aflame. Our tongues loosened to proclaim our Saviour’s glorious Name.
By Lilly Lewin —
The tomb is empty, Jesus is ALIVE! So what now?
The disciples were probably asking the same question the days and weeks following Jesus’ resurrection.
I’m sure that their emotions ran the gamut the days after the Light had returned.
I understand why Peter went back to fishing…
It was familiar, it was what he knew best, it was concrete and made sense!
This “coming back to life after dying a horrible death stuff”
seemed way over the top!
It must have been incredible to see and touch and eat with Jesus again!
It also must have been emotionally exhausting too!
The roller coaster from amazing despair to total joy…and then the blandness in between
and all of the questions!
Is he back to stay? For how long? What happens next? What do we do now? How does he do that?…that disappearing and reappearing thing? and then his question, Peter do you love me?
I have felt many of those things post Easter!
The Light of the world that was snuffed out for my sin…and darkened the planet for three days has marvelously returned!
I too have many questions…
I too am impatient for the answers…
How long? What is next?
What are you up to now Jesus?
As I type this, I hear the Light saying what he said to those tired, excited, exhausted, confused, elated, friends of his after Easter… before he ascended to his Father.
Go back to Jerusalem and wait…
Wait, watch… receive the Gift my Father will give you…
So they went back to Jerusalem.
They went back to that upper room that was so special, so sacred and so familiar and normal.
But they had to wait…
They had to receive …
They returned to their friends and shared the story
They waited, they prayed,
All before they could go out again and share the Light .
All before they could go make disciples around the globe.
Jesus is telling us there’s so much more…
We just need to wait and see!
We don’t need to run ahead of Him!
Instead, we need to wait on Him.
We need to seek Jesus in prayer, the Bible, in Silence and solitude and experience Him in nature.
And we need to receive his gift of the Holy Spirit so our cups, our lives can be filled
And we can pour out his love to those around us!
Take time to wait today.
Use this breath prayer to help you pause.
Use this breath prayer to help you receive the Holy Spirit.
Pray this Breath Prayer:
(sit down somewhere comfortable and relax your muscles.
Take a few deep breaths, roll your shoulders and relax your neck and breathe)
Breathe in God’s Peace
Exhale your fear
Breathe in God’s Spirit
Exhale conflict
Breathe in God’s Peace
Exhale confusion
Breathe in God’s Spirit
Exhale unforgiveness for others
Breathe in God’s Peace
Exhale unforgiveness for yourself
Breathe in God’s Spirit
Allow The Spirit to fill you with new life, new mission and
New hope for the days to come.
Breathe deeply and allow God’s Spirit to fill you.
Breathe, Rest. Be with God.
My husband, Dave, now has a chronic lung disease, a form of chronic obstructive lung disease, often called COPD. Watching him suffer has been one of the hardest things I have ever experienced.
About a year ago, I decided I needed help in coping with the stress of his disease (and a few other stressors), so I started seeing a therapist twice a month. My times with him have been very helpful, and in these next few blog posts, I want to reflect on what I’ve learned.
Before I start, I’ll tell you a bit about Dave’s situation. His life is diminished by his disease because his energy is lower and he is prey to frequent lung infections, but he is still himself and still one of my greatest joys and sources of support. My marriage remains a big net positive in my life, a huge blessing. Still, last year I could tell that watching him suffer was causing me stress on a daily basis, and watching him deal with fevers when he has lung infections was tearing my heart up.
Let me tell you about my typical response to his illness when I entered therapy. I was feeling and thinking a bunch of stuff: feeling sad to see all the adjustments Dave has to make, worrying about how the disease will affect him and me in the future, wondering how long he will live, hoping he’ll live a long time for my sake but wondering if it wouldn’t be better for him to die for his sake so his suffering would end, feeling guilty for having thoughts that dying might be better for him, worrying that I’m not trusting God enough with my thoughts and fears, etc., etc.
These thoughts and feelings would swirl around in my head. I was steadily gaining weight without being aware of overeating. The only way I could explain the weight gain was to see that the spinning thoughts and feelings were creating stress, and I was soothing the stress with a bit of extra food every day.
I would try to stop the swirling thoughts and feelings, but I had no success in doing that. Then I felt guilty for not being able to focus my thoughts and feelings on something more positive. I felt continuously guilty for not trusting God more.
The first suggestion my therapist made was to separate the thoughts from the feelings. No one had ever suggested this to me, and I now see this as a spiritual practice, a choice that needs to be made over and over. In this series of blog posts, I’ll tease out what that looks like in practice. To begin, I’ll write about the difference between thoughts and feelings.
Feelings are a normal, healthy part of daily life. Of course I would feel scared, sad, and angry because Dave is dealing with a chronic condition. What loving person wouldn’t feel that?
But the catastrophic thoughts – What will be the trajectory of the illness? When will he die? What will it be like to be a widow? – are demonic, according to my therapist. They are literally demons that pursue and enslave me. They damage my life.
My therapist suggested dealing with the thoughts like a person would deal with distractions during meditation or contemplative prayer. Imagine them as leaves floating down a river. Let them go. But the feelings are to be felt.
He gave me suggestions for dealing with the feelings, and I’ll write about that for the next two weeks. On the fourth week of this series, I’ll write about dealing with the thoughts.
Always before, I saw coping with my swirling thoughts and feelings as a black or white thing: either I’m disciplining my mind to have positive emotions and thoughts, or I’m being honest and feeling/thinking about the negative stuff. The choice was optimism or honesty.
Now I have a different perspective. I see that “honesty” is not the right word to describe catastrophic thoughts about the future. My thoughts focus on things that haven’t happened yet, so they cannot be honest or dishonest. Catastrophic thoughts are simply unhelpful and dysfunctional, which makes them demonic. And indeed, they do demonstrate lack of trust in God.
However, “honesty” is the right word to use to describe experiencing feelings. When I feel sad, scared, angry and/or guilty about Dave’s illness or about anything else, I need to know what to do with those feelings. Those feelings are indeed present. They are a part of me. I find trying not to feel them simply doesn’t work.
By Mary Harwell Sayler —
Praise God your Lover
Who embraces you
like a blanket wrapped
around the chill of your life
and holds you –
insulated from evil,
protected from attack,
cloistered in comfort,
cocooned in Christ –
until, reassured,
you risk new life
and rise in the lift of God’s love.
Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2017, from the book PRAISE!
By Shannon Martin —
Do you ever wonder if you are, perhaps, the resident nut job at your church?
Our church families are just as complicated as our biological families. We all have that one crazy member that everyone can identify as THAT crazy person. The one that we cringe at when we see them coming (yes, church members are still humans!). We find them harmless enough, but they just don’t know when to stop talking or just have no filter……
I am wondering if that is me.
Over the last several years I have been involved in a variety of projects and served in a number of different ways in different capacities. Last year I realized after soul-searching that beyond being a people pleaser I was also very prone to believe that my identity was found in the things I did.
After a lot of reluctance and stubbornness on my part, I finally surrendered to God’s will and began to step back from some things and give other things up completely. This has put me into a very odd position for me.
I am not currently the person serving in different areas, but I have a ton of knowledge about how things have been done, changes that have been made over the years and why they were made, and other historical type information like that. A repository of mostly useless information at this point.
As a result, I get asked a lot of questions……at least at first……and in a way, my busy-a-holic soul loved this because it kept me in touch with those positions I had given up. I was still in the know……I was still important…….
And then the questions stopped coming……and I had to remind myself that this is a VERY GOOD THING!!! I have successfully transitioned out of multiple roles with just a small remaining role in the worship planning/leading arena.
However, I still seem to stumble upon conversations coming and going at church and I JUST CAN’T STOP MYSELF at times from throwing in my two cents worth.
This is why I am now wondering have I become the resident church nut job? The one who just can’t seem to keep her nose out of things that are no longer her concern?
So just as I have had to become more intentional about prayer times and scripture study times, I must now also become intentional about not picking back up the things that are not my current assignments from God.
I have often complained that I don’t like people stepping on my callings, or feel like I am at times being held back by folks from doing the currently assigned tasks from God. However, if I refuse to let things go, then I am the person stepping in the way and holding others back from their full potential in God’s callings for them.
Letting go doesn’t mean losing a part of me, it instead is actually FREEDOM for me. Freedom to continue to grow and the ability to allow others to grow as well. Freedom to spread my wings and be open to trying new things.
My identity is found in belonging to the one true living and eternal God. The God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Joseph. The same God that Deborah, Ruth, and Esther belonged to. This needs to be my focus. This is what I need to be intentional about. I am being prepared for “just such a time as this” (Esther 4:14 – NRSV).
What I do at church does not define who I am in Christ.
My new guiding verse can be found in Isaiah 58:11 (AMP):
“And the Lord will continually guide you, and satisfy your soul in scorched and dry places, and give strength to your bones: and you will be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water whose waters do not fail.”
Going forward I will speak less and listen more. I will reserve my opinions and keep them to myself unless asked specifically for them. Yes, yes, I know, but please try to contain your laughter at those last two statements…… I will, with God’s strength and guidance, be able to accomplish even this!
So, while I may be a recovering busy-a-holic, and a recovering nut job (okay, may not be any way for me to escape this one!), at the beginning, the middle, and the end of every single day I am a child of the one true King. And that makes me ENOUGH.
I know what it is to have little, and I know what it is to have plenty. In any and all circumstances I have learned the secret of being well-fed and of going hungry, of having plenty and of being in need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me. (Philippians 4:12-13 – NRSV)
Shannon Martin and her husband live in North East Ohio with with their teenage son. They attend Midway Mennonite Church. You can also find some of her writings I on her blog Wisdom Wanderings.
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