by hillary When Jesus Weeps—The Parable of She “Break her will,” they said and broken, She weeps silently. But sometimes She forgets how to weep at all . . . The Girl-Soul sighed deeply and rubbed her eyes. Such a long road, her way, filled with pebbles and holes and scary places. I need to stop soon, whispered heart. Shoulders burned with tension. The lumpy bag of rocks She carried banged against her legs; purple bruises crept up skin. But I can’t give up now; I’m almost there! Anticipating a grateful smile from the Full post …
Archive for November, 2009
Where are the Instructions?
by Arietty In the last months of my marriage I was gradually coming out of the fear laden fog that had been my life in fundamentalism. Now that I had internet access I would find myself reading more and more things written from a non-Christian perspective. I had joined a few forums based around interests I had but spent more and more time reading the off-topic threads. I was often blown away by how much grace some of these people showed in flame wars or contentious discussions, how much humility they had towards their own Full post …
The problem with Quiverfull isn’t in its advocacy of large families …
What’s NLQ Carnival Days, you might ask? It’s arguably the most awesome idea for blog promotion that I’ve ever seen, and while every blog we blogroll is worthy in its own way, No Longer Quivering is one to which you ought to be paying attention, as the teabagger lunatics take over the Republican Party. Vyckie of NLQ started the blog to tell her story of her “escape” from the Quiverfull movement. The problem with Quiverfull isn’t in its advocacy of large families, it’s in its view of women, and in questions about just how Full post …
We were put in the back of the church on hard chairs as a punishment for not conforming
by Erika Attending a church for 3 months that was mostly made up of disgruntled ex-Amish and ex-Mennonites was 3 months too long. My parents were enamored with the “perfect family” persona that the church gave off. When we arrived at the church, we were surprised that the church was segregated by gender. Women on one side with their little girls and nursing babies. Men on the other with the young boys. We had always done things as a family and my parents weren’t keen on having our family separated in the church. They insisted Full post …
Shutting Off My Brain ~ Part 3
by Journey Another problem, a major problem, but one that I felt so guilty for, was that my husband was seeing another woman, and that woman was the Bible. Mark was obsessed with the Bible. I remember feeling so guilty for hating the Bible because, you know, a good Christian shouldn’t hate the Bible, right? Here I was, at Bible College, and casting dirty looks at the Bible. I felt like it was no different from him taking a lover, or being an addict, because he would read it non-stop. He didn’t want to eat Full post …
Raising My Daughter to be a Keeper at Home: Maybe, maybe not!
by Hopewell Recently in blog land there has been a good deal of discussion over whether daughters should be sent to college and prepared for careers or if they should be trained to be keepers at home and remain in their parents’ home until marriage. A lot of prayer and thought has gone into these posts. The Scriptural Authority for daughters remaining at home seems to be found here: 3 “When a woman makes a vow to God and binds herself by a pledge as a young girl still living in her father’s house, 4 Full post …
Not Created to Be His Doormat But Rather For So Much More
by aussiemama Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 My life was empty and miserable and I had no idea why. I knew that I loved my husband, but I could not understand why he was not yet a great spiritual leader, seeing as I had tried so hard to be the woman everyone said I had to be in order for him to want to be a great spiritual leader. I was even told that I shouldn’t take any Bible courses if my husband hadn’t taken them because it was “wrong” to know Full post …
Old Clothes
by calulu A couple of days ago I got a good lesson in the distance I’ve traveled since I left the fundamentalist Quiverful church I attended for many years. As I was dressing for the day I pulled out a skirt and blouse I’d worn many times back in those church going days. I’d loved that skirt, soft blue and white corduroy that fell in graceful folds almost to my ankles and the accompanying fuzzy blue sweater. I couldn’t remember why I’d not worn them for ages, at least until I’d donned both garments. Once Full post …
Michelle says, Never enough babies!
