You know the unsettled, anticipatory theme that has been running through my writing?  This morning I woke up and it was urgent.  Don’t know what is going on…wish that God would send me the Sparks Notes of the next few days, weeks, months.

This morning I was reflecting on where I am and where I have been.  It seems that, for some reason, God has chosen me to be in male dominated fields.  This is fine with me, because, in general, women in groups of more than three (including myself) freak me out.  But, there is something about being around all men that makes me extremely conscious that I am a woman.  Sometimes this is good and affirming; at other times I feel like I am an exhibit in a glass case that occasionally is allowed to participate in the discussion, the activities and the overall “conversation,” if you understand what I am trying to say.

Today I pose a question to all of my biblical scholars.  Why is it that the church, in general, has seen fit to dig deep into some issues, topics in the Bible pertaining to women, such as the idea tha women should be silent in church, while allowing other masogynistic practices to prevail?  I apparently need to study Greek and Hebrew so that I can answer these questions for myself. 

So, chew on that.  I know I will be.  Probably for the rest of my life.