The World Together blog
Susie Guenther Loewen
So now that I’ve got your attention, let’s talk about the “f” word: feminism. Feminist theology is part of what I’m studying and I sometimes get some pretty strange reactions when I tell people that fact. I’ve even had someone refuse to include that tidbit about me when introducing me to a congregation, in case it was offensive to someone! It seems there are a lot of misconceptions and misunderstandings about feminism out there, so I thought I’d briefly explain how I understand feminism and why it’s important to me. (If you’re interested in watching a good overview, I’d recommend this CBC DocZone documentary, which helped me out with my title.)
My year of reading biblically wasn’t exactly a year like A.J. Jacobs’ The Year of Living Biblically or Rachel Held Evans’ A Year of Biblical Womanhood. Instead, I took just eight months and one week to read through the Bible — beginning with the New Testament in the Common English Bible and then the Old Testament in The Message.
I used to think that I wanted a progressive church, and when I first started out on my church-planting endeavor, that was what I tried to do. I now realize that this is not what we should be doing as Christians.
A couple weeks ago, my husband and I shared in one of the adult Sunday school classes about our time in Guatemala serving with Mennonite Central Committee which ended in early October.
Before embracing his vocation, St. Francis of Assisi was a young man of wealth and privilege. His love of beauty was matched only by his repulsion towards ugliness. That ugliness had its clearest expression in the lepers, a group that not only disgusted Francis, but struck him with terror. Once, while riding, he came upon a man with leprosy begging for alms. At first, he pulled back in fear and disgust. However, he caught himself, returning to the man. He got off his horse and the leper raised his hand as though to receive alms. Francis did, indeed, give him alms, but also reached out and kissed the man.
Thank you for first snows. For a little boy who asks: “Should we sing, Mommy? Should we sing about the snow?”
Isaac S. Villegas
Hanging on the cross, tortured, almost dead, a convicted rebel asks Jesus for an invitation to God’s paradise: “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
The day I discovered all of my friends were Christian was the day that I began to feel strangely uncomfortable. To be fair, I have spent my entire life in Christian settings — I grew up going to Christian elementary schools, then went to a Christian secondary school, and finally landed myself in a Christian university. I went to seminary.
The other day I received an email from someone telling me his marketing secret. His advice? Don’t sell your company, tell the story of your community. His theory was that branding and marketing get it wrong by trying to tell you how awesome they are, what awards they’ve won, and how they are the only thing for you.
Most of us live our lives within tightly-controlled comfort zones, whether staying in our air-conditioned or well-heated homes, or avoiding “the other” in our midst. However, I have learned from and admire those hearty souls who travel to distant lands and interact with locals, whether as missionaries, pilgrims or simply life-long learners.