i have a slight problem.
i’m a christian.
there it is. that’s it really.
i just saw that there is a movement to bring back head coverings in the christian world blog-o-sphere.
a head covering movement.
there has been blog after blog over women and their role. book after book about women in ministry, and true femininity and blah, blah, blah. jesus feminists and anti-feminists and submissive women and the real men that bring them to the surface.
i think i have another problem.
i don’t think much about the fact that i’m a woman.
i just think of myself as a person.
i honestly don’t filter what i offer or say through the fact that i have female genitalia.
maybe that makes me odd. no, it probably does. it’s definitely made for some awkward moments.
like that one where i openly questioned a pastor about his preaching technique.
or the one where i spoke my mind in opposition to my husband at a church outing.
how about the time i asked a christian brother to stop sharing his deeply flawed theology after we had a child with down syndrome.
that was a little awkward.
in retrospect, i’m sure all these precious moments would have been slightly better received coming from a person who could also haul a washing machine. fine. whatever. the point is, i didn’t stop to think about it because i consider myself a human being. a person with a mind and opinions that I can share if I so choose.
i remember a man once saying to me:
“zena, you’re really funny. no. really. you’re actually funny.”
and what i think he meant was that i was smart. i think he meant that i could call events into question and have thoughtful, reasoned positions and even share them in an articulate, humorous way.
shocking, i know.
i was confused by his “compliment.” and then i remembered. oh right. i have boobs.
people are strange.
but christians are the strangest.