Another important question remains, though—in the realm of minimalism, why is it only a select culture of people who get to define what is and isn’t a healthy internal and external reality?
The roots of minimalism are well-founded; something must be done to stem the tide of thoughtless consumption which threatens to drown us all.
While reading The Color of Compromise: The Truth About the American Church’s Complicity in Racism by Jemar Tisby, I realized that it bears some striking similarities to going through physical therapy: facing reality about one’s limitations, pushing through pain, perhaps doubting the process, but also—the joy of incremental progress and knowing that Jesus is our true source of strength.
I am a woman in ministry, which is historically a man’s world. I am female in the traditionally male field of theology. I am an outlier, a statistical anomaly, an aberration.
One theme of questions regarding authority struck me: Who has the authority to tear down others and to pit women against each other as enemies?Who gives us the right to shame, blame, and accuse fellow believers?