The Prequel… humility in Offerings
In light of the recent and ongoing discussions about women pastoring in God’s church, I’d love to share what I learned growing up in Baptist church life. But before I jump in, there are some things I want to offer as disclaimers. First of all, the churches I grew up in, their leaders and teachers, preachers and members were sincere, faithful, and imperfect. They taught what they understood scripture to teach and encouraged me to learn and grow in my understanding and in my relationship with God. They were humble enough to admit they didn’t know everything and their actions were not those of perfect people. I guess because that’s impossible for us, right?
There’s something trustworthy about leaders who are honest about being regular human beings who gets things wrong sometimes and who are willing to say they’re sorry.
There’s something trustworthy about teachers who let you ask anything and admit they don’t have all the answers—who will help you dig and search for the answer even if you never find it.
Imperfect though they were, these mentors imparted some really important lessons and contributed to shaping my life and faith journey. I have carried the lessons I wish to share for a long time and will say that, for me, they have stood the tests of time and life. Not every teaching does.
And, I’d like to humbly say that I understand I am not be right about everything I believe, for no one is in entirety. Not everyone will agree with what I’m offering and that is certainly your perogative. I am going to share from my perspective, upbringing, and understanding. It might help you know me better. It might help you think about something from another angle. It might shake something loose or solidify something that’s been wiggling. Who knows?
I am grateful for the giftedness of others and it is my deeply held belief that all are made in the image of the Divine and are dearly loved. I am grateful for the unique expressions of ministry that can be offered by those with varied backgrounds, experiences, personalities, life-circumstances, and genders. And, I am grateful to love and serve the Holy One who is beyond our widest comprehension.
With women and girls being told by the Southern Baptist Convention, just this week, they must be confined to certain roles of servanthood in the family of God, I want to share what I was taught 40-50 years ago in Southern Baptist life. It’s a little confounding.
To make it easier to read (not a million words at once), I’m going to post shorter pieces over the next few days.
