I have become convinced that white, American evangelical Christians have a major blind spot. I say this as a member of this community, reflecting on my own people.
Very often, we evangelicals do not see power. We are blind to power dynamics in the world and blind to them in the Scriptures. We cannot assess whether power is being used ethically and justly because we do not notice it is being used, at all.
Here’s one way to test the teaching you’ve received and the lenses you’ve been given: were you taught that David’s sin with Bathsheba was primarily sexual? Or were you taught that his sin was the way he abused his power?
Is she still thinking about such things? Has she given up veering wildly from the weighty to the frivolous?
My faithful readers may be wondering this since it has been 42 days since I published a post. And that was a short, frothy one.
Rest calmly, dear ones. I am still frolicking in the frivolous and seeking wisdom for the weighty. Truthfully, my days are bulging with both laughter and lament. As I imagine yours are, too.
I have needed to devote most of my words, imagination, and hours to church leading and to parenting this fall. That’s where my best wisdom and deepest prayers are most needed right now. It has been hard but satisfying work.
So, for the foreseeable future, this blog will remain a bit quieter, though not entirely silent, I hope.
If you find yourself craving my quips, tales of imaginative children, or lacklusterfair-to-middling dazzling photos, your best bet is to follow me on Instagram. I post photos and short paragraphs there several times a week. I realize that many of you, dear readers, are not on Instagram, but I’d like to gently whisper that perhaps it’s time to join the cool kids.
I had just turned 22 when the Monica Lewinsky story broke. I remember a phone conversation with my dad at that time in which we disagreed on the relative guilt of the parties—he argued, if I remember correctly, that the preponderance belonged to President Clinton. I argued that Lewinsky and Clinton shared near equal culpability. After a bit, my dad concluded the conversation by saying, “Laura, I think you may be too young to understand.”
He was right.
I was too young, too inexperienced in the world. Here’s what I did not understand: power.
I took my oldest daughter to see Hidden Figures last weekend—a remarkable story that is very well told.
One aspect of the story particularly haunts me. (Besides the analytic geometry.) I am nagged by the question, How could all those well-meaning white people not see the injustice they were perpetrating against those African American women?Continue reading “How Hidden Figures haunts me”→
The year 2016 has revealed many surprising things. Cleveland can win championships! The Cubs can play baseball!
The most significant revelations, of course, have been cultural and political. The racial and geographic divides are even deeper than we knew. There do indeed appear to be two Americas (at least).
Not surprisingly, I’ve taken some flack for my last blog post. I imagine some of the offense comes from my use of the word repent. As incendiary as it is, I chose that word because of its meaning to turn in the other direction. I believe the Bible when it says that it is never too late to change course.
Christian readers who voted for Trump may feel that I came down hard on them but let Clinton voters off easy. I did not, after all, call Clinton voters to repent even though they voted for (and thus endorsed) a candidate with abortion views more extreme than most of the country’s.