May the Fourth be with You-thoughts on story, women in church leadership, and how we use our power.

The kids twisted my arm to take them to the pool again, for the fourth day in a row. 

You never know where a mind may roam when a body is in repose.

I wish that there were more men like J.J. Abrams.

The kind that takes a revered narrative like Star Wars, and with an adept lens welcomes a new age of heroism: a woman challenged toward justice joins the ranks of heros of old in a beautiful collaboration of the young and the elder and an inclusive crew of committed resistors -a unified force to overthrow the evil empire.

But I am talking about the places we work and worship and play and learn.

There has been an awakening in the people with whom I am surrounded. Many of us are asking, where we belong in the story that seems handed to us?  Do I get a role in which my heart thrives? Where I am wholey accepted? Respected? Where my gifts are honed and utilized for the greater good? Can we be players within the larger narrative? Or will we remain the objects in someone’s retelling of it?

And often we are made to feel “other.” Called “dangerous” by our seeking. And yes, shunned, as “disruptive.”

But could it be, this is what the mission demands?

Could it be that an invitation for us to play a part, just as we are –the dangerous disruption– is exactly what the plot requires in order to move this story forward with authenticity and with balance?

What if life were to reflect art in this very galaxy and in this very time? Or is the art reflecting the deeper reality?

What couldn’t we face if each of us were given the opportunity to be who we are — together?
How will you use your position, be it director, producer, writer, or church goer, Dad, friend, as the next chapter unfolds?
I liked how this guy used his power to empower, too:  

http://www.richnathan.org/article/why-vineyard-columbus-encourages-women-to-preach-pastor-church-plant/

And this guy, who gave a woman the job of setting the world on fire with the news that death was beaten (and we blog it to this day-even if – especially if? – they won’t let us on a Sunday morning):

John 20:11-18 New International Version (NIV)

Jesus Appears to Mary Magdalene

Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.

They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”

“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
 He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
Jesus said to her, “Mary.”

She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”).

Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her.

 

 

 

 

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