Month: March 2017

The Monster

“‘Hateful day when I received life!’ I exclaimed in agony. ‘Cursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God in pity made man beautiful and alluring, after [God’s] own image;…

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Championing Women’s Rights Starts at Home

The fight for women’s rights has been going on for decades. Women have marched, protested, and demanded to be treated as equals. I am thankful for these strong women speaking up. It’s because of them that I have the right…

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Katelyn Beaty’s A Woman’s Place Interview

I’ve appreciated Katelyn Beaty’s work for years, as a woman, and perhaps especially as a fellow single woman (although I think that her writing is important far beyond that demographic). Her book A Woman’s Place: A Christian Vision for Your…

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My Unexpected Journey to Fight Gendercide

Water laps against my ears, and I hear the sound of my breath and the gentle thump of my heart with rushing blood that keeps me alive. This sanctuary calms my troubled soul. Water is my comfort, and the bathtub…

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My Biology is No Accident

She stands at the front of the church and raises her arms in greeting. “The Lord be with you,” she says. We reply, “And also with you.”   My pastor is not tall, about five foot three, give or take—just…

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How Do I Make Space to Process My Faith? Dear Addie #15

Dear Addie, I have found comfort in your writing lately, as another angsty soul undergoing a spiritual reckoning of sorts. Like many “Dear Addie” readers, I find myself unsure of how to move forward. I grew up evangelical in the…

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The Hidden Conditions of Heroism

When I first saw the film Hidden Figures advertised, I determined to take my sixteen-year-old daughter to see it. As the white father of a biracial daughter (a father who remembers the days of the “Math is hard” Barbie), it…

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Orthodox Comfort

A couple of months ago I resigned from my job. It wasn’t a good resignation—it was scandalous and controversial and public. I am still reeling from the effects of this trauma in my life. Many times a personal crisis reveals…

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The God Who Sees Women

I still remember the faint whispers—the hushed conversations carried from church pews into my hardened heart. About a God I wanted no affiliation with because this God, from my perspective, did not value women. The stories of pastors who told…

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The Portrait

I felt completely seen and understood when I saw her.   The light fell dimly in the room where she was bent, on her knees, her thighs and calves supporting her torso and upper body. Her legs seemed solid and…

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