I'm Not Confused

Oh, I'm DEFINITELY not confused.
*The argument over women's ordination ain't new, folks. It's in the news because some "preachers" trash-talked Beth Moore. I've loved seeing people (mostly women, please note) come to her defense. But Beth knows who called her. And I know who called me.

True - it can be painful when people think because you don't have a penis that you aren't qualified to preach. I have family members who don't think I should be ordained, I have preached in places where people in the congregation don't think I should be ordained, and I work with people at the hospital who don't think I should be ordained - all because I’m a woman. I've been thrown out of a hospital room because I'm a female chaplain. I've had a Baptist preacher tell me that, because I'm a woman, I didn't need to pray for him before his surgery - he said, "I know how to pray just fine myself, thank you."

It ain't new. It ain't easy. But women in ministry deal with this often. And I'll carry on, because no human being has called me into this work I'm doing. It's all God's call (trust me - I've fought it in the past and argued with God about it from time to time.)

I've made my final appointment with my denomination's Committee on Preparation for Ministry. On January 14, 2020 (my Mimi's birthday), I'll be preaching a sermon before the committee and will, God-willing, be certified ready to receive a call.

So yeah... I know who called me. It's not up to any human being whether or not I answer it.