Feminism, Christianity, and Cognitive Dissonance: Part II

In Part I, I talked about how I was unable to reconcile feminism with the strict interpretation of the Bible I grew up with. But I’ve heard more than a few Christians criticize arguments like this by pointing out that fundamentalism hardly represents the whole of Christianity, and that’s an absolutely valid point. After all, doesn’t the Bible say to love your neighbor? Doesn’t it say, “[t]here is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus“? What’s wrong with that?

Not a thing. And before I became convinced for other reasons* that the Christian god (or any god, for that matter) is a figment of popular imagination, I latched onto passages like that for assurance that I was not somehow worth less than the men around me simply by virtue of my biology. I had more options than just being a housekeeper/baby factory/sex slave. I wasn’t expected to blindly obey people who were no more qualified to lead than I, simply because they won God’s gender lottery. Right? Continue reading

What Did I Do to Deserve This?

One day, when I was a teenager, my mom was talking about a woman from our church who had cancer. Mom was saying that this woman’s faith was admirable, that she never questioned God or allowed her suffering to dampen her spirits. This subject of conversation led to her saying something particularly memorable:

“I figure if I’m not suffering at all, it means I’m doing something wrong. It must mean Satan is already sure he has me, so he doesn’t feel like he has to try anymore.” Continue reading

What’s Up With the Name

Shortly after my fiancé and I got engaged, we decided to take a look at a book that was supposed to help engaged couples discuss all of those big things that need to be addressed before marriage: money, careers, kids, that sort of thing. Each chapter came with an assignment that was supposed to get us thinking and help us communicate our ides.

The chapter on religion asked us each to draw a picture representing our spiritual journey. My lack of artistic skill has in no way diminished my love of crayons, so I grabbed the big box and we both went to work. Behold the fruits of my labor!

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By Kat