I realize that the “f” word still feels taboo in parts of Christendom. I haven’t written too much about feminism on this blog because of that. But I believe that feminism can be a positive force that gives women value and voice, and I believe that Christian feminism has the potential to transform all of us into people who love unconditionally. Today I share how I began to call myself a feminist over at Christian Feminism Today.
I became a feminist in the midst of feminine failure: a miscarriage. I had not succeeded in the most typical, expected female accomplishment: carrying a baby.
At my ten-week appointment, the doctor found an empty sac. The baby had not even grown large enough to be seen on an ultrasound, which means it died very early on. Oddly, my body was still acting pregnant; food odors were more intense and I felt more weary than usual. The news of the miscarriage was a shock. I already had two children; my body had done this before. Why had it failed me now? Why could I suddenly not do what all women are supposed to be able to do?
I never remember hearing the word feminist when I was growing up, and I don’t remember feeling discriminated against or unequal. I was raised in a denomination that ordained women, and both my parents were leaders, teachers, and preachers. Yet it still felt like men were THE leaders, and I sometimes heard things like “women are designed to be men’s helpmeet” and “the man is the head of the household.” It would take a long time before I would question those phrases.
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