Charlie Grantham is a sophomore Media Production major at the University of Southern Mississippi. She has a passion for blogging about Jesus, Christian feminism, and love. Charlie blogs at and tweets @.
My story is simple. It doesn’t have a tragic beginning or a climax at the end, and you probably won’t cry when reading it (although I still do every time I tell it).
I grew up in New Orleans, Louisiana. The city’s nickname is “The Big Easy,” and that’s how my life has been for the most part. I grew up without a care in the world. Sure, there were small heartbreaks here and there, but nothing traumatic. I cared about the normal, popular issues like abortion, homelessness, and whatever current event was going on in the world. Can anyone say #kony2012?
I went to an all-girls high school with a faculty and staff made up of mostly women as well, so I was basically always surrounded by girl-power. I never knew that people actually believed women couldn’t be pastors, perhaps because I spent most of my childhood in a church where there was a woman pastor preaching every Sunday. It was never weird or uncomfortable for me to see a woman behind the pulpit. However, I did believe that men were created to be the “head of the home.”
I was taught that the husband is the spiritual leader of a marriage and that the wife must submit to him just as the church submits to Christ. Looking back on it, it never quite made sense to me, but I didn’t care enough to question it. I had read the verses about it, but had never really studied them for myself. I guess I just believed whatever my pastor and the newest Christian books were saying. John Piper, anyone?
It wasn’t until I went to college that I began to question the rules that had been indoctrinated into my mind. I started dating my now fiancé, and it was rough at first. I had it in my mind that he was supposed to be leading me if the relationship was to work. In the depths of my soul, I didn’t really believe that God wanted our relationship to be centered around hierarchy, but I kept repeating the things that I had learned as a child. “I just want you to lead me!” I would say, and my fiancé would respond with a troubled look because, honestly, he didn’t know where to begin.
For those of you who don’t know, I am a very headstrong type of girl. Jesus Himself is the only One who could ever possibly lead me, and I am so thankful that He opened my eyes to the Truth when I was young.
By the grace of God, our eyes were opened and we saw our relationship for what it truly was. Once we realized that marriage is about companionship, mutual submission/respect, and teamwork, things started to change. Sometimes he leads, sometimes I lead, and sometimes we lead together. It’s a beautiful picture of the great Mystery.
As Sarah Bessey says in her book, Jesus Feminist, “Mystical and divine, it’s an imperfect metaphor, yet there is no hierarchy, only more love; there is a breathing after one another and a making room for the other. The Trinity “works” by never-ending giving to each other and the receiving of the other out of each other. It’s a procession of togetherness in the blur of oneness.”
I began to study more about women and what “the Church” thinks of them. I read Jesus Feminist and God started to build up a passion inside of me. I couldn’t believe that some churches would really deny women pastoral roles, but I figured that these churches were few and far between.
I was first confronted by this issue within the very organization I had chosen to be a part of. I was in a small meeting, just me, a peer, and one of the organization’s leaders. This moment will forever be a part of my memory, because it was the moment when everything changed for me. The girl randomly said, “I don’t know what to do. I really want to work in the church, but the only things I could do are work with kids or administration and I am terrible with kids.” She looked at the man and he just shrugged.
Inside I was screaming, “Why don’t you become a pastor?!” but I kept quiet because I had a feeling my question wouldn’t be welcomed. Instead I went back to my dorm and started doing research. I was shocked at what I found. The numbers were incredible, and I couldn’t understand it. I had spent time in high school preaching at youth events, and I believe that God has given me the gift of preaching, but so many people were saying that I was wrong. I read books and blogs and the fire in my heart kept growing.
I tried to step away from the issue when I started working at an all girls camp the following summer, but God had a different plan. Instead of stepping away, I plunged completely into a sea of truth and grace. I set aside my phone, computer, and books. It was just me and God, and my Bible truly became my best friend that summer.
I stayed up studying the same verses over and over every night. I talked to Jesus about the issue constantly, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and sometimes getting angry. It took me nearly three months to reach the point where I knew with all of my heart what the truth is. I had to let God tear down all of the walls built up by my past before I could see Him face to face.
The truth is that we are all made in the image of God. Not one human is greater than the other. The ideology that says men are natural-born leaders streams from the fall; it is full of pride and entitlement. God created me to be a mighty warrior, a leader, teacher, preacher, and to bear His own image. I am free from the bounds I was once oblivious to. As the popular hymn goes, “I once was lost, but now am found; was blind, but now I see.”
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