Men
Integrity in Difficult Situations
Jesus’ trip to the cross should serve as our example.
Women
Finding Safe Women
I used to equate “women’s ministry” with things like secret pals and salad suppers. Problem is I’m a horrible secret pal because I tend to forget birthdays and anniversaries. And I’m sorry, but I like warm food.
At one particularly memorable Christmas tea, which featured a desert reception, I nervously stuffed an entire chocolate-covered strawberry into my mouth in one bite. Who does that?! The other ladies at my table giggled nervously as strawberry-chocolate juice oozed from my lips.
As a young woman trying to balance a demanding career and a growing family, I’m lucky to find time to shave my legs, much less to carve out three hours to make chit-chat with people who are apparently way better at this “lady” thing than I am. I spent years wishing I could skip the women’s events and just go do fun stuff with the men’s groups. I just wanted feel safe being myself but the fellowship halls of my past were filled with women who didn’t get me.
At Work
Workaholic Faith
When I became a Christian, I knew I’d found my life purpose. I wanted to serve God with my last ounce of strength. I read Christian biographies voraciously and latched onto any report of modern-day Christians who were giving their all to Christ and his kingdom. I often felt that my life was too easy—that I never suffered for Christ as some people did, which to my way of thinking made me an inferior Christian. What this translated into for my life was that I said yes to everything anyone asked me to do and constantly looked for challenging people and situations to be involved with.
What this eventually led to (it took about 20 years—I’m tough) was burnout. I over-extended myself in almost every area of my life. In my false idea that only doing the hard things would please God, I worked part-time for a Christian organization, volunteered for three different organizations, and mothered three children. I wanted to do all of this perfectly, better than anyone had ever done any of them before. I also looked for practical needs all the time that I could meet. During this time, I remember telling the women in my small group that I always worry that I’m not doing enough to serve God. They looked at me shocked and said, “You worry about not doing enough?” I could tell by their expressions that I’d just put them all under the pile, but I stuck to my conviction (that I truly felt) that I wasn’t doing enough.
