I could feel the corners of my smile starting to quiver, and I quickly drew them up into an event bigger grin. The words my friend was speaking were fading as I turned inward, increasingly concerned that my face betrayed me as my enthusiasm appeared more and more forced. I faced my internal conflict: good
“Everyone is a theologian.” Something about the thin, round glasses hanging on the end of the professor’s nose and the bow tie neatly tucked beneath his white collar made him feel all the more believable. It was my first day of Bible school. Freshman year held a host of uncomfortable, nervous, and intimidating moments, but
Feminism has taken on many faces in the church over the last five years. Some of this has been massively beneficial to the church, as the concept has expanded, broadened, and served to bring more people into the conversation. On the other hand, some of the conversation has served only to further a dichotomy between
Women’s ministry: two little words that evoke such emotive responses. Over the last several weeks I have been discussing women’s ministry with several of the women in our local body. There are studies we’re hoping to form, groups we’re hoping to assemble, and events we’d like to plan. As long as I have been a part