If there’s one thing I wish the church would do less talking about, it’s women.
I know this surprises you. I’m a woman. I’m theologically trained. If anybody should be all for the church getting chatty about ladies while singing Toby Keith’s “I Wanna Talk about Me,” it should theoretically be, well, me.
But the church falls off both sides of the horse on this issue. On the one hand, we’ve got people spending all their time talking up women’s uniquely feminine gifts, and others who can’t draw a breath because they’re too busy demanding women get back to the stove. And, as with any extreme, there are grains of truth to be found in both sides.
I think, however, that our time can actually be well spent talking about the men of the church. They are, after all, to model Christ to us women. They are to defend, to protect, to give selflessly, to guide, to uphold.
So if there’s anything we women could be doing, it’s praying for the men, asking the best of them, building them up, not trying to steal their backbones, getting them back to the business of doing what the Lord requires of them.
So that’s that . . . from a woman . . . who’s sick of talking about women.