Thrilled to join the chorus of voices at SheLovesMagazine today, as we talk about what it means to experience life as “the other.”
“A female pastor. How wonderful!” she said. “And I got to see it before I died.”
She approached me after a funeral service, her beautiful scarf framing her face, a woman who looked to be in her 70s. I was rendered completely speechless. And I confess her words mark my memory with a sadness I have a hard time articulating.
You see, I live in a world where gender both qualifies and disqualifies you. Where “othering” is often the language of the day and I regularly observe all-male elder boards or male-led denominations attempting to dictate who they want me to be, how I should use my gifts, and what they will allow me to do.