From Kimberly Roth at Jesus Manifesto:
I am a daughter of Eve.
I am a daughter of the woman who plucked fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, because it seemed good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom (and was also kind enough to share with her husband).
I am a daughter of the curse.
I am a son of God.
Through faith, I have been clothed with Christ Jesus and am neither male nor female but Christ, Abrahamâ€™s seed, living in me through the Spirit.
I am a son of the promise.
Why is it that women in vocational ministry seems to be Christianityâ€™s final frontier?
Ok, God, we can accept those Gentile believers, and we can even give up our slavesâ€¦ but you can not be serious about that female thing?! Surely youâ€™re not going to let Eve off the hook that easily. Did Jesus put you up to this? Do you have any idea how long it took us to live down that whole Deborah thing (and donâ€™t even get me started on her friend Jaelâ€¦)?
There seems to be a lot of fear surrounding what would happen if women were released to run amok in ministry, at least down here in the Bible belt. Children would be abandoned, meals would go unprepared, men would be disrespected in their own homes and left to pick up their own dirty underwear. Chaos would ensue. Theology would be twisted beyond recognition. Salvation as we know it would cease. Sunday school is one thing, but the entire Body of Christâ€¦ thatâ€™s just too much to consider.
I grew up with this attitude. It took God a long time to convice me that yes God could call me into leadership positions, and that it was okay that I DID NOT want to be a traditional wife, and do not want to have children. God used women like Deborah and Jael who were not typical wives, and the Bible does not even mention if they have children. God also used women like Mary Magdalene and Lydia–single women who were not linked to men, other than Jesus. God also used Priscilla and Aquilla who worked side by side making tents and pastoring churches. It’s been a long, and at times hard, road. I know I need to write about it. I have said that I would. I guess I need to start writing. I always put off telling my story. I guess I don’t think it’s that important. But may be it is important. May be I need to tell my story, so I can tell other women’s stories. I know that is far past time for Eve and her daughters to be redeemed.
How do you feel about telling your story?