I think about women in the church every day. Every day! Not because I want to be a pastor, or an elder, or a deacon. But because I am stunned by the insulting way many mainstream churches treat women. And I am shocked that it is so widely accepted.
Avoiding the "F" word wasn't a conscious decision on my part. Rather, I accepted the game that was in place. I sized things up from the standpoint of what I needed to do to succeed. I learned the rules and played as well as I could. That all changed on December 5, 2000.
A bad choice could set back the cause of the Church's renewal even more. A mediocre choice will only ensure that the Church continues to wallow in the current woes. A truly wise, visionary choice will lead the transformation of the Church to ensure its vitality for generations to come.
Is it true? Is it a fake? Should we care? If Jesus was married, would it overturn the patriarchy that for 2,000 years kept women out of ordained leadership? Would it allow men to be married and ordained in the Catholic Church?
I remember telling a vacation bible school teacher that "I was trying to decide between being a minister or a jet pilot." She smiled and said, "Well, girls can be jet pilots, but God only calls men to preach."
These women embody that combination of conventional beauty, earnestness, piety and steely certitude of their own godliness that comprises the highest ideal of white conservative evangelical womanhood today.