This is a 2017 Junia Blog Contest Winner! We hope you enjoy it! For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a pastor. Raised as a pastor’s kid, my childhood is filled with memories of church and all things related. As a child, I loved the church; the building, the people, the […]
Shaping future pastors doesn’t begin with college, or even a call. It begins at birth. It begins with parents and church families who intentionally foster the idea that our little boys and girls alike can be anything God calls them to be.
It begins with communities who nurture strength and bravery in their little people from the very earliest ages, who foster a faith in Jesus and a confidence that they are created in the perfect image of God.
There are four things that we can actively do to raise little girls today to be women pastors tomorrow.
In this personal and moving post, guest author Hannah Helms makes the case that the Church needs a better theology to address the grief and pain of unrealized motherhood…
My husband, Ben, and I were living in my parents’ guest bedroom at the time, in the middle of our first year of marriage. We were both in-between jobs and graduate school and not having any idea what we were doing. However, the prospect of a baby-to-be was so grounding – in the midst of our uncertainty was the promise of new life and a goal for us to focus on. We waited until I was all of eight weeks along before we made the announcement to my entire extended family on the first day of our annual camp out-reunion at the Jedidiah Smith State Redwood Park.
The day after the announcement I woke up with a tiny spot of blood in my underwear. I ignored it, refused to give in to the worry that sat at the edges of my mind. I mentally reviewed all the normal pregnancy symptoms that I could think of. Spotting is normal. Nothing to worry about here.
Today we’re sharing some delightful reflections on the impact of fathers by guest author Sarah Schwartz. Happy Father’s Day!
“Throughout my childhood, people asked me, “So you’re a Daddy’s girl, huh?”
I love my Dad with everything in me; he’s my role model, my confidante, my Pops. But the phrase “Daddy’s girl” has always conjured up images in my mind of a girl who has her Dad wrapped around her little finger.
My son is six months old. He is, in my completely unbiased opinion, a perfect little baby. He smiles and coos and rolls over and puts anything he can reach into his mouth. Delightful. All of my son’s playmates are girls, because all of my friends who live near us have daughters. They are older, and possess such skills as walking, climbing, using words, and eating real food. My son watches them in awe. For now, those little girls have the advantage. They are bigger and more coordinated and can ask for food and know how to call out for Mommy and Daddy. They can move from one side of the room to the other. Some of them are even starting to potty train (oh, what a lofty achievement!). They laugh and play together. Sometimes they cry or hit or take things from one another; no toddler is an angel. On the whole, they are happy, healthy, bright, kind little girls, whom I pray would be blessed to grow into women who continue to be happy, healthy, bright, kind adults.
I am saddened, however, when I consider that this brief window of advantage for those girls will be over before they even realize it existed.
In honor of Father’s Day being celebrated this weekend, we are delighted to share this heart-felt post by Brandon Chase. This letter is a great reminder of the important part egalitarian fathers play in the lives of their daughters.
To my precious Daughters,
From before you were born, I have dreamed of you.
Would you be a boy, or a girl? What color hair would you have? Eyes? What would your name be? What would my heart feel when I held your tiny body and beheld your miracle face?
What would your life become? What would you do? Where would you go? What mark on the world would you have?
These are the dreams of the daddies-to-be. These are my dreams of you… and more.
There is no single correct answer for all mothers, or for all fathers. The point is to use our giftedness to serve Christ and his Kingdom–in our families, our churches, and our communities.
One day I was leaving my Christian Ethics class, having just discussed masculinity, industrialization, and lots of other great stuff. On my way out, in the most casual way, a classmate said the simplest yet most brilliant thing: “If women were weaker and more easily deceived, why would we trust them to teach our children?” […]
There has been a lot in the media lately about gender-specific marketing of toys, but this was a new take on the “princess debate” we hadn’t seen before… what do you think of this marketing strategy for children’s Bibles?
When I was pregnant, a friend of mine told me that her mother hadn’t been much into babies. She chuckled a bit as she recounted her mom’s comment, “I didn’t even like you until you were three.” In the midst of the mystery and sentiment of pregnancy, I had a hard time following her mother’s thinking. I mean, life was growing inside me – precious, beautiful, mysterious life! How could someone not like a baby?!? While I chuckled at the sentiment, I couldn’t quite grasp it, that is, until one actually showed up in my arms.