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The Year That Was

The year that was… So many statements can come after this introduction. The year that was difficult. The year that was heartbreaking. The year that was confusing. The year that was unexplainable. The year that was eye-opening. The year that was the first glance of freedom. The year that was…

This week is the anniversary of one of my life’s most difficult professional and personal events. A year ago, my husband called to tell me that a ministry partner/friend/family we had served alongside for over a decade was fired. He did nothing wrong. He did not embezzle money, cheat on his wife, or abuse his flock. However, he was fired without warning and without cause. This decision crushed us, and it was clear that the new leadership wanted no accountability. Once we began asking questions, we became the target. Two weeks after our friend’s firing, my husband resigned/was forced out. After fourteen years of serving a congregation we loved, we left. We left devastated, confused, hurt, and broken.

I have often said, “If we can just get to a year, then I think we can make it.” And…we made it.

Initially, I wanted to write a post highlighting only the good and beautiful things the Lord brought into our lives this year. However, the more I thought about the year, I realized that talking only about the blessings of this year would discount the lessons the Father taught me. The lessons came out of the crushing that occurred. I cannot share the good without first acknowledging the devastation. Our American Christianity wants people to put on fake smiles and act like they have it all together. I know this role well and received an Academy Award for it. But, in glossing over the hurt, people do not get to see our God at work.

Psalm 34:18 says, “The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” In my forty-plus years, I have experienced some dark days. However, this year was different. Never before had I experienced a crushing of my spirit. The word “crushed” means to be “ground into powder or dust.” Think about that analogy for a moment. When an individual takes an object and grinds it into dust, they exert so much pressure on the thing that it nearly dissolves. The object is still present, but it has changed forms. It has no power. It has no recognizable form. It seems useless.

However, in that very state of weakness and apparent uselessness, God shows up. Sometimes, seeing Him is difficult (if not almost impossible). But He is present. Not only is He present, but He is near, meaning right beside me.

And…He saves. I love the meaning of this word: saves. It means that God delivers, keeps, helps, rescues, avenges, and sets free. This past year has been a year of being set free. I spent so many years trying to fit myself in a man-made box that I had become useless. I was not free to do the ministry God called me to do because I was so busy trying to win the approval of men and not God (Gal. 1:10).

Although I will never fully understand why God allowed this crushing, I see Him taking the dust and forming it into something different. I am not the person I was a year ago… PRAISE GOD! I have more compassion for hurting people, especially those who experience church hurt. I understand what it feels like to question your faith and wonder if all of it is just a farce. I empathize with those who cannot darken the doors of a church or those who slip in unnoticed and then slip out unnoticed. I know what it is like to look at a church staff (especially a pastor) and question his/her motives. I have been the one who wants to throw up my hands and walk away from all of it. In fact, I was almost that person.

But… “To whom shall I go? Jesus has the words of eternal life, and I have believed, and have come to know, that He is the Holy One of God” (John 6:68-69). Peter’s confession has become my confession. Countless times this year, I have heard (in my spirit) Jesus asking, “You do not want to leave too, do you?” And…so many times, I wanted to say, “YES! I’m done!” However, regardless of the hurt, devastation, confusion, and crushing caused by man, I do not know where I would go.

Because the biggest blessing and lesson of this year is… I found JESUS.

Not a white evangelical form of Jesus. Not a Sunday morning/Wednesday night form of Jesus. Not even a Christmas and Easter form of Jesus. Just Jesus.

The Savior who saved me at 19 years old. The Jesus who called me into ministry a short time afterward. The Jesus I saw overseas in the faces of people who heard His name for the first time. The Jesus who my children said talked to them when they were scared. The Jesus who was present in those dark days where I did not know if my heart would make it. The Jesus who never turned away from my questions or pleas for justice. The Jesus who could handle my hurt and anger and sat with me as I raged at Him. Jesus…He is the One I found this year.

I do not know what this next year holds for me and my family, and I am learning that I really do not want to know. My selfish prayer is that this year God will begin to restore the years the locusts have devastated (Joel 2:25-27). However, regardless of what comes, “I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him until that day” (2 Tim. 1:12).

The year that was… I am thankful for the “was” moments/events in my life! This year was a difficult year, but, Praise God, it is not the end of my story. Somehow, I think it’s just the beginning.

Mommy, Can Women Pray?

While in church one Sunday, my seven-year-old daughter leaned over and asked, “Mommy, can women pray?” Taken aback by her question, I answered with an affirmative. After all, she saw me pray daily, so I was a little confused about the question. She asked, “Then why don’t they pray in church?” Dumbfound, I answered with some shallow excuse and told her we would talk about it at home.

At that moment, my daughter displayed more wisdom and discernment than many of our church leaders. Week after week, my daughter witnessed that only half the church actively participated, and she was honest and innocent enough to articulate it. Yes, women sing solos and sing in the choir, but rarely, if ever, do they give the corporate prayer. They certainly cannot say anything that would be deemed “teaching.”

Over the years, the church’s leadership adopted an ecclesiological structure where men had the authority to teach, speak, and even pray in church while the women were relegated to the sidelines. Women had their Bible studies, prayer ministries, and discipleship groups, but they had no freedom to share what they learned with the rest of the congregation. If asked, the leaders affirmed the space for women to pray (and maybe speak) in the open assembly; however, an unwritten rule said it was best if they did not.

A few months later, another event happened that would change me forever. The president of the seminary I attended was accused of mishandling sexual abuse and objectifying a young woman’s body. I will never forget what I felt when I read the story. I considered his wife a mentor then and knew he would correct this wrong. I waited…and then waited some more. The apology never came. Instead, he doubled down on his comments and refused to admit how much he hurt them. Didn’t he teach that the man’s role was to protect women? Didn’t he teach that women should graciously submit to the servant leadership of men in authority over them? Didn’t he teach that women could trust the godly men in their lives? So, what in the world was going on?

Shortly after these comments became public, the trustees removed him. One might think that I felt a sense of relief, but I did not. Instead, I felt a deep ache, leading to confusion, loss, and anger. Slowly, this question formed within my spirit: What if the “truth” of women’s submission and men’s servant leadership had more to do with misogyny than biblical truth?

For fifteen years, I believed and was taught the complementarian view, which states that men and women were made in God’s image and equal in their worth and standing before God. However, men and women had different roles. Men were called to lead, and women were called to graciously submit under that leadership.

Since that Sunday morning, I have observed the fruit of the complementarian position, and it is not good. Instead of protecting and esteeming women, I have seen abuse and marginalization. In Matthew 7:15-20, Jesus warns: “Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.”

Not everyone who espouses a complementarian position is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. In fact, at this point in my journey, complementarianism—though a loose one—is what I still claim. However, recent history shows that the architects of the strict/hyper-complementarian position I was trained in produced harmful and rotten fruit. The leaders said with their mouths that they believed men and women were made in the image of God, but their actions proved otherwise. When half of the church believes that the other half is ontologically “other than,” victimization, abuse, and marginalization flourish. (I know most if not all, would disagree with that statement. However, one must look at actions over words.)

How did we get to this point?

Over the last five years, I have struggled with this question. To be honest, I am still wrestling with it. However, I have gained more perspective over the last few years, especially in the last few weeks. At the 2021 Southern Baptist Convention, the messengers asked the Executive Committee to form a task force to investigate the past twenty years of sexual abuse accusations against pastors and SBC leaders. They requested the EC to hire an independent firm, which they did. In May 2022, Guidepost released its report; and it was not good. Instead of protecting the vulnerable, the SBC leadership covered up and minimized the abuse while marginalizing the abused. In fact, they had a secret database with pastors and leaders convicted of abuse, but they did not share that list with churches. The men who said they would protect women and children failed.

So, now what?

First, I need to lament and repent of the harm this ideology caused to the people in my care. Second, I need to acknowledge my part in this story. I am not an innocent bystander but an active participant in believing, promoting, and teaching this hardline/strict/hyper-complementarianism. My entire theological training focused on women’s ministry and “biblical” womanhood. I have written papers, blog posts, devotionals, a dissertation, and published a book explaining why half the church has authority over the other half. Certainly, God has a better plan for His Church!

Finally, I must act. For me, this step is the hardest. I have built my ministry around this ideology and wonder what to do. However, I know I cannot remain silent. Many young adults I’ve mentored and taught contacted me to discuss how this theology affected and currently affects their lives, ministries, and marriages. My heart breaks for them. And my heart breaks for the role I played in it—the things I said to them in private need to be stated in public. I am confident that God does not waste anything, including the difficult parts of my journey.

My once seven-year-old daughter is now a beautiful preteen, entering into Jr. High (AHH!). She is growing in her relationship with Christ, and I love watching her fall in love with Him and His Word. My husband and I are responsible to her, our other daughter, and our son for teaching and modeling how men and women work together for the glory of God.

When God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness,” He wasn’t just talking about Adam. Scripture says, “So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. God blessed them…” (Gen. 1:26-27). Man, NOT God, put men and women against each other. In Christ, we have a new way of relating to each other, one that does not require one gender to be subordinate to the other (Eph. 5: 21; Heb. 13:1). I desire to spend the rest of my life learning that new way of relating and being faithful to model that to the next generation.

Let’s Stop the Infighting

Over the last few months (actually, closer to a year), there seems to be a reckoning within my denomination and thus my small part of the world. I realize that most people outside of the Southern Baptist Convention have no clue, nor do they care, what is going on within our ranks. They may hear bits on the news or talk radio about sexual abuse within the church, fights over whether women should preach/have leadership positions over men, and whether Calvin’s understanding of salvation is the more (or less) biblical doctrine of salvation. And, for “outsiders,” these issues are just one, of many, reasons they give for seeing the church as detached from reality. (Just for clarity, should it ever be a question whether or not to report sexual abuse? For goodness sakes, report it!)

This year has been a tough one for many affiliated with the SBC…me included. I’ve struggled to know who to trust, if anyone. I’ve seen a “religious,” political jockeying for position among new, upcoming SBC leaders. (Actually, the politicalization of the SBC has been rampant for decades. But, I see people, who a few years ago were adamantly opposed to such tactics, now being the ones leading the charge.)  I’ve discovered that once a group gains power, there is a desire, at whatever cost, to hold onto that power. (And, now that power within the SBC is shifting, I don’t have much faith that the ones now in leadership will behave differently than the ones who went before them.)  I’ve seen continued infighting, name calling, and insults from the very ones who once seemed above that type of nonsense. (Most of it done on Twitter and behind the comfort of the computer screen.) And…I could go on. But, instead, I will ask: What in the world are we doing? And maybe an even deeper question, WHY are we doing it?

I’ll admit, the “what” question is a little harder for me to answer. I’ve read the Twitter/Facebook posts and wonder what in the world the people behind the posts are thinking. I love a good argument (just ask my husband), but I can’t get over how those claiming to have the Holy Spirit living within them are talking to and about each other. Have they forgotten that we are all on the same team, and more importantly, part of the same Body, Jesus Christ? Just because people disagree with you on non-gospel, tertiary issues, why make them out to be an enemy or speak negatively about them? 

Maybe I’m too “simple-minded,” but it doesn’t make sense to me. If I fought with everyone I disagreed with, then I wouldn’t have anyone in my corner. I’m sure some would say: “You just don’t understand! You haven’t been hurt the way I have; you haven’t been spoken to the way I have; you haven’t been…” Oh, don’t be too quick to draw conclusions. I’ve been in this SBC bubble for almost 20 years, including graduating with 2 degrees from one of the seminaries that is now being ripped on Twitter. I get it. People, including me, have been hurt. But, we must do better and stop perpetuating the hurt.

Yes, there are definitely issues worth fighting over, and the SBC tackled many of those problems during their annual meeting in Birmingham. However, every issue, mis-spoken word, or ill thought out sermon illustration is not a hill worth dying on. Let’s save our energy for those issues that really matter. 

The “why” question seems to be a little easier for me to answer. I believe with everything in me that the reason we, in the SBC, are fighting with each other is because WE CAN. Up until this point in history, the American church has been spared the vast persecution that is rampant in most of the world. Sure, a few of us professing Christians experience social, academic, familial, and maybe even financial discomfort. But, we aren’t living in fear for our life or the life of our family. 

I’ve visited, worked, and even lived in countries that experience true persecution. They aren’t just afraid of losing their business; they fear losing their life. In fact, whenever a new believer chooses to be baptized they are often asked: “Will you turn away from Jesus even when your life or your family’s life is threatened?” If they aren’t willing to lay down their life for the sake of the gospel, then they dare not go through the baptismal waters.

I’ll admit, I’ve never heard that question asked in our cushy, American churches. But, what if we approached our relationship with Christ the way our persecuted brothers and sisters do? Would our relationship with each other look different? Would we see each other as a necessity in each other’s lives? Would we love each other better? Would we serve, instead of fight, each other? Would we work together instead of against each other? I think…no, I KNOW…we would. 

You see, my friends living in those countries need each other. They look out for each other, give to and for each other, pray together, serve together, and sometimes die together. They don’t have the “luxury” of wondering whether a woman can teach a man or whether Calvin got the doctrine of salvation correct. They have deeper, more life threatening, issues to deal with. Oh, that we would turn our hearts away from this infighting and towards Jesus, and thus each other! 

I am so tired of our culture seeing us as a fractured, out of touch religious denomination in decline. Instead, my prayer is that our culture would see in us a dynamic, life-giving Savior worth serving and worth dying for. Our persecuted brothers and sisters get it. May it not take a rampant outbreak in persecution before we really get it.

Leaders, it begins with us!    

    

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