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.
Always aware of the failures of those outside of our walls, we have ignored the many impediments hindering our own vision.
It is not just a distant plea for mercy from the group, the dutiful obedience to go show oneself to the priests, or even an expression of heartfelt gratitude that captures the heart at the salute of God’s scandalous grace. The salute happens in the intimacy of two outcasts seeking and longing for a new kind of community-a place where foreigner becomes friend.
This is Christian community development: cultivators between the two gardens who labor, pray, and bleed alongside those dwelling in the land, our rural and urban communities, know that by the grace of Christ we are cultivating and developing God’s garden.