Being a Priest, Being a Woman, Revisited


Those ramblings of mine while I was running a high fever earlier this week?  My concerns are articulated powerfully in this post.  It is not my intent to whine and feel sorry for myself.  More than ever, I see my own strength and ability to do the work I have been given to do faithfully and competently.  I don’t waste time wringing my hands and playing ‘ain’t it awful’.  But one of the most insidious parts of any and all ‘isms’ is their ability to burrow deeper and deeper below the radar, where it is easy to ignore them.

Sexism is alive and well.  It lives and moves and has its being in the Church.  In this country.  In all kinds of places.  And I, for one, refuse to allow that fact to go by unacknowledged. So there you have it!

Now I have a bunch of work to get on with because Hallelujah, I feel better.

One thought on “Being a Priest, Being a Woman, Revisited

  1. I want that bumper sticker, my car is beginning to look like some wacky lefty holdover from the 60’s; I’m pleased by that fact.

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