* most all of you have already read this post. it was part of ed cyzewski’s women in ministry series and got a lot of love. there are some really great comments over there. i had so much fun writing it and had no idea it would strike such a chord. it’s so encouraging! i am just posting it here now for my blog archives. here’s to all kinds of mis-behaving…
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Years ago, if you looked up the definition of “Christian Good Girl”, I swear my picture would be right next to it. I was so good at being good! I knew how to keep the peace. I knew how to give people what they want. I know how to put my needs last. I knew how to say all the right things at the right time to sound really spiritual. I knew how to be nice.
Although I was not raised in a Christian home, when I turned my life over to Christ and joined his team, I found that all of the people-pleasing, peace-making, good-girl skills I had learned as a child of an alcoholic raised in chaos worked perfectly in the spiritual realm as well.
I earned all kinds of praise in the churches I was in for my good-girl-ness. Kathy’s so nice. Kathy’s such a team player. Kathy’s so easy to get along with.
None of these things were hard for me to do. They were like reflexes, a natural and immediate instinct to assess the situation, and then adjust to keep the peace and maintain whatever status quo needed to be maintained.
Over the years, though, as I started to do some personal healing work and begin to look at the unhealthy patterns in my life, something profound began to shift. I started to tell the truth about my own story. I started to not worry so much about what people thought. I started to advocate for others who couldn’t use their voices yet. I started to disagree. I started to use my voice and stir the pot about change in the church.
I started to worry more about pleasing God than pleasing man.
And guess what happened? Leaders didn’t like it. They liked me a lot better when I was following the rules, playing the good-girl game. A weird and subversive shift occurred when I started showing up more honestly, more passionately as a leader. The best words I can use to describe it are: “painful silence.”
In my situation, the painful silence lead to me losing a pastoral ministry job that I loved. The reality was that I was just not “good” enough, submissive enough, to be part of that system anymore. Honestly, if I could have switched back to the Good-Girl fast enough, I might have been able to save my job. Temporarily.
But I was too far gone. My soul and passion had started to come alive and I couldn’t turn back.
As difficult as that season was for me personally, professionally, and spiritually, I am so grateful for it because I learned the most important lesson of my life as a leader:
Well-behaved women won’t change the church.
We just won’t.
Well-behaved women will keep the wheels spinning on systems that keep working, keep growing, keep moving. We will do good and honorable work that matters and helps people and makes a difference in their communities.
But we won’t change the church.
Some people think the church doesn’t need changing; they’re fine with the way things are because it works for them. But I think there a lot more of us out here than even we ourselves know–passionate women who believe the body of Christ needs much more than a face-lift to become all it’s meant to be.
Yeah, well-behaved women will not change the church.
Instead, change in the church will come from not-so-well-behaved women who are willing to risk their pride, reputations, and “being liked” to stand for what God is stirring up in their hearts.
Change in the church will come when women who are called to lead, lead, even when others don’t think they can or should.
Change in the church will come when women refuse to squelch their gifts and begin to unleash them without asking for permission first.
Change in the church will come when women passionately follow Jesus, not systems-made-in-his-name-that-do-not-reflect-his-image.
Change in the church will come when women bravely use their voices, power, and any influence they have to inspire others to be brave, too.
I admit, it’s still sometimes hard for me to not be the good-girl. I miss the safety. I miss the praise. I miss the security, even if it was false. Some days I wish I could make nice like I used to because it was so much easier then.
But the Kingdom of God was never about easy. It was never about comfort. It was never about maintaining the status-quo. It was never about playing nice.
The Kingdom of God Jesus called us to participate in creating–here, now–isn’t well-behaved.
That’s reason enough for us not to be, either.
Read More* this month’s synchroblog is called lighten up: the art of laughter, joy, and letting go. the links to other bloggers writing on the same topics are below.
as always i am late to the party, been writing my brains out and traveling so my contribution is short and sweet. laughter is the only way i can survive down here in the muck and mire of real life. laughing at myself. laughing at irony. laughing at the dramedy (drama + comedy) that is the best way to describe our lives. fortunately, jose, my husband, makes me laugh every day and i am part of a community that values laughter, too. i am not sure that comes across in some of the intensity of what i write here, but we have a helluva of a lot of fun in the midst of all this darkness. in many ways, it’s the only way we survive.
laughter is so healing.
every day i need a little lightness. david hayward’s stuff makes me laugh out loud all the time. here’s my all-time favorite cartoon from him (i thought it was pretty appropriate for our rebuilding after deconstructing series):
and this one sort of fits, too. my friend jenny posted it last week with a little blurb about church. so funny and oh so true.
and i am not quite sure how you could possibly watch this and not have it be contagious, no matter how many times you might have already seen it.
have a great week. i hope you can find a way to laugh every day. it heals.
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other bloggers writing about this topic this month:
how many times have you all heard me talk about our “crazy” little church, the refuge? and about how people i know who are doing all kinds of wild & beautiful missional things for the kingdom are a “little crazy but not alone”? or how “crazy” my life in the trenches is?
i use the word “crazy” all the time when i talk about life down here because compared to the big church machine, it is.
people really do think we are crazy (can’t tell you the number of people who say “i could never do what you guys do” like it’s some kind of weird anomaly in the church of Jesus Christ to actively love one another [that's crazy]). but the truth is that we’ve sort of adopted that language, too. that what we’re doing is somehow “crazy”.
i recently had a very short but lovely conversation with two missional church cultivators who are doing what we’d call “crazy” work, too. in the conversation one of them said, “i used to think we were crazy but then i started re-thinking it. i began to say, hey, we’re not the crazy ones here. read the gospels, this is so not crazy. that system is what’s crazy!”
“that system is what’s crazy!”
those words have really lingered and i’ve been thinking about them all week.
what if we reframed crazy when it comes to church?
what if instead of thinking that small-missional-communities-and-people-working-on-the-fringes-of-life-and-faith were crazy, we started thinking that maybe these things were actually crazy instead:
isn’t it a little crazy that in the church supposedly built upon the teachings of Jesus Christ that half of the population is silenced and kept underneath the other half?
isn’t it a little crazy that millions of people go to church each week and never talk to anyone past saying “hello” to a greeter?
isn’t it a little crazy that the same people who are marginalized on the outside of the church are marginalized on the inside, too?
isn’t it a little crazy that there is usually never a really poor person or a hurting person or a single mom on a board of elders?
isn’t it a little crazy that for the most part the pretty and the popular and the outwardly strong are the only ones we ever see or hear from up front?
isn’t it a little crazy that millions of dollars are spent on buildings & staff salaries while people in the congregations are on food stamps & medicaid?
isn’t it a little crazy how much money & energy & time is spent on dynamic teaching, amazing worship, and an awesome kids program that happens for one hour every week?
isn’t it a little crazy that every church has so many people with amazing gifts & passions & talents that not one person in their congregation even knows about?
isn’t it a little crazy that there are so many people who go to church each week but do not personally know one single poor person ?
isn’t it a little crazy that following Jesus has become about going to church & believing certain things & listening to certain radio stations or voting for certain candidates?
isn’t it a little crazy that pastors have to pay exorbitant amounts of money to seminaries to somehow become “qualified”?
isn’t it a little crazy that we don’t think this is crazy?
seriously, we need to reframe crazy when it comes to church!
a place where people can share openly about their addictions & struggles & hopes & doubts & fears. breaking the divide between us & them. women freely leading alongside men as equals. all welcome and not only until they’re actually honest. safe places for gifts to be fanned into flame with no power or control trips. a focus on living out the Bible instead of talking about the Bible. tangible ways to love & care & serve & learn how to be a friend. dialogue instead of passive listening. experiencing instead of watching.
i’m pretty sure when it comes to following Jesus these things aren’t supposed to be “crazy”.
to the world, yes. to the church built on his name, um, i don’t think so.
yeah, we so need to reframe crazy when it comes to church.
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when i originally had this idea for a rebuilding after deconstructing series, i didn’t know exactly what it would be like. i just knew i wanted to write what was on my heart and see what happened. i have so appreciated all of the comments & honesty & the lovely new people i have met during this past few weeks and connecting with so many of you who have been here for a long time, too. thanks for being part of the carnival. it’s a privilege to intersect with such brave, wise, and honest people–in real life & online, too.
as we wrap up, i wanted to put all of the links for the series in one place, so here they are:
plus:
also, i would love some feedback on areas you’d like to continue to explore related to this topic. there are a couple i already know of in the works: what about the kids? what happens when spouses are in different places completely? how can we find safe community in new ways?
what else would you like to process here? let me know in the comments section.
another question is “now what” for some of you who would like to keep processing through the journey with others who understand in a safe place. there are all kinds of great things online related to faith shifts & if you have any sites you want to recommend, please do. related specifically to this conversation, jim fisher started a closed facebook group called “faith under construction” that will be exploring some of these ideas & more online. if you have some pretty big church wounds and think some extra processing might be helpful, maybe you can consider joining our next online walking wounded: hope for those hurt by the church group, hosted at live it to the full (we don’t have an exact date right now but you can email me and i’ll let you know when we get it set). another great site for those healing from church woundedness is www.churchburned.com, hosted by my friend travis klaussen.
lastly, i thought i’d post a few links to old posts that many of you may not have read before that are centered on this topic. remember my disclaimer: i am a work in progress and please don’t hold me to everything i’ve said here over the years. i haven’t re-read all of these in detail, but i hope that somehow, someway, anything shared here can bring a little bit of hope on this wild & crazy path of rebuilding after deconstruction.
these are the ones that jumped out at me as i looked back (just some light reading, ha ha):
have a great weekend! peace and courage, kathy
on monday (yeah, i haven’t had a rant in a while): reframing crazy when it comes to church
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i loved all those responses to yesterday’s soul care & spiritual practices during deconstruction! so many healing practices; thank you for sharing and feel free to still add yours.
the other day when i was driving in my car thinking about this series, an old post that i wrote 3 years ago came to mind. it’s called “i-used-to-but-now-i”. i thought it actually might be a helpful exercise as part of our conversation on rebuilding after deconstructing because it’s centered on respecting where we were and where we are now.
it’s about recognizing & giving language to some of the new. it’s honoring shifts and helps us say “here’s what’s changed.”
it’s funny, my list from 2009 is so long, but as i looked through it many things still resonated, although maybe not as important to me today as they were then. as part of this practice, i decided to make a new list, some are from 3 years ago and there are definitely some new ones, too. i thought maybe some of you might want to give it a try, too.
my 2012 i used to…but now i’s…:
i used to have a fear-centered faith. now i have a love-centered one.
i used to think the christian life was one of ascent & i kept feeling like a loser because i couldn’t get there. now i think it looks more like descent & it takes away the pressure.
i used to think church was about getting what i wanted–inspiration & wow. now i think it’s about getting what i actually need–a place to practice loving & being loved.
i used to feel the need for things to be black and white and make perfect sense. now i really appreciate the gray & the mystery of the “i don’t knows.”
i used to think people could pull themselves up by their bootstraps & change their lives with enough prayer and hard work. now i see how truly complicated poverty, mental illness, and a host of other problems really are.
i used to think that if i talked about God enough & my kids could regurgitate enough scripture verses i’d be a good parent. now i see our actions are far more important than words.
i used to be two people, one on the outside & one on the inside. now there’s just one of me, with all my strengths & all my weaknesses.
i used to read the Bible for knowledge. now i read it for beauty & challenge.
i used to never even notice the lack of women and underrepresented groups in church leadership. now i can see and smell it from a mile away.
i used to hold on to everything and so tightly. now i’m trying to practice a looser grip.
i used to think the kingdom of God was really really narrow. now i think it’s bigger than i ever imagined.
i used to spend a lot of energy shaking my fists. now i am most interested in planting new trees.
what are some of your “i used to…but now i’s…?”
i’d love to hear!
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