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We’ll Be Back

Hello to all of you readers out there, we know it’s been awhile since you’ve heard from us, and we’re sorry that we disappeared quietly.

It wasn’t intentional, we promise. It’s just as most of you know, life sometimes has a way of sneaking up on you, and not always in the kindest of ways.

Have you ever noticed that sometimes a break creeps up on you when you actually needed it? But sometimes that break also comes at a time where you really should have been pushing into your community even more? We had one of those times happen, except looking back on it, we probably needed our community and sisterhood more than ever. Unfortunately, it’s all too easy to fall into the trap of pushing away when you really need to be pressing in.

That’s why, when we decided that G&F was important to us, and doing important work, but we also realized that a few of us as contributors really need our community and sisterhood right now, before we’re able to pour out into all of you.

So, we’re doing two things: one, we’re looking for more contributors and an editor, and if that seems like something you’d be interested in, keep reading. Two, we’ve decided that since we’re introducing new sisters into the fold, we want to take the time to grow together as contributors and be accountable to each other. Real life is hard and messy, and in order for us to feel okay about sharing that with all of you in a very real way, we need to be more cohesive as a unit. We work on something called “consensus-based decision making”, so once we find who we believe God is calling us to work with on this collective, we want to grow as a unit and decide together when the Lord has called us to start writing again.

We’ll be back, we can promise you that. We haven’t abandoned you, and we’re excited for what 2018 brings. We can’t wait to walk through this life with all of you together again. In the meantime, we’re going to seek the Lord, and you’ll see us again when He has spoken to all of us (those of us you know, and those of us that are joining us).

For those of you interested in joining us as a contributor or an editor, here’s the information you need:

We’re a Christian Feminist Millennial blog, and we’ve decided going into the new year that we really want to build a sisterhood among the writers first before continuing to write.

Does this sisterhood appeal to you? Would you be willing to be your honest, whole self in blog posts in the year to come? We want to hear from you. We’re not pressed for time. Let’s all get comfortable with each other and decide as a consensus when to start again.

To be a contributor we ask that you identify as a millennial Christian feminist, but to edit we just ask you identify as a Christian feminist.

If you’re interested, please email for more information. We operate on a consensus-based model, and we would love to hear from you.


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Let’s Talk About Compassion

It’s been quite a horrific few weeks, hasn’t it? Charlottesville, the Barcelona terrorist attacks, landslides in Sierra Leone (the death toll is nearing 500)…and that’s just a few events headlining the news. If we consider the last month, three months, year? The tragedies seem to come in all shapes and sizes and those of us who are untouched by them are left wondering how on earth we can help. So we think, we share blogs and status updates, we pray, and we go on about our day.

Our compassion, our desire to help, is…lacking in something. It feels…incomplete. We have compassion for these communities that are hurting…so what do we do with it?

I’m not suggesting that we all get on a plane, fly to Sierra Leone, and starting searching for the individuals still missing (though there are those who do that, and that is amazing). We need to reevaluate what it really means ‘to have compassion’.

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Eight Months

I should have been gone for eight months now.

By gone, I don’t mean dead, I mean on the trip of a lifetime. I was going to be on the World Race, with this tiny little squad that had become family. We were going to be working as missionaries through 12 countries in 11 months, seeking God and letting him guide our steps.Training Camp had been a real doozy, but we were stronger, and I was committed to working on myself more so that I would be my best self when I went. The only thing was, I still had to raise $5,000 more to reach my pre-launch goal.

And then I did it. With 3 days before my money being due, I hit that $10,000 mark, and I’ve never felt my faith so strongly in the Lord. He delivered! Just like He said He would. I hit every deadline before it was due, this is what faith in Him looks like.

Until the very next day, when it was all taken from me. I got a phone call from one of my coaches that the leadership team had decided I would not be launching in January. They would not allow me to launch with another squad even, I was essentially, cut. I could, however, attempt to go at another time, but there was no guarantee that this wouldn’t happen again. Three weeks from when I was supposed to be leaving. I had nowhere to live, and my job at a startup was unable to afford employees any longer. I was homeless, and jobless, with everything all set for me to leave the country for a year.

The person who told me made me promise them that I would call them back the next day when I’d “calmed down”.

I didn’t keep that promise.

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A Response to Charlottesville

I’m generally a nonviolent person. I’m a non-confrontational person. Avoiding conflict is my superpower. I’m really good at talking around issues that are scary or that make me uncomfortable. I’m also a desperate people-pleaser, so I almost never seek out conflict. I like to listen a lot and generally keep my opinions to myself. I know that I can’t ever fully understand all of the complexities of an issue and in an effort to be informed, to not say the wrong thing, I muse things out on my own.

But over the past year, I’ve started to see more and more how that’s not an option for me anymore. And when I see what’s happening in Charlottesville my heart breaks and my blood boils. I want to march and I want to weep for justice. I mourn the hate that seems to have consumed our nation and thirst for healing. I read the news and I see swastikas and I am forced out of complacency.

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Why Have You Forsaken Me?

Every Friday, Grace and Feminism publishes a series of posts under a monthly theme. The theme for August is ‘Lamenting.’

When was the last time you told God you hated him?


Mine was last week.

Thankfully, God is large enough and loves me unconditionally to withstand that awful sort of treatment.

Why the harsh words? I’m still wrestling through grief with Him. In one of my angrier moments, those words came out. In fact, it was one of several times over the last two years I’ve hashed it out with Him. It’s a process, and I’m still taking it one day at a time.

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Lamenting My Sexual Harassment

Every Friday, Grace and Feminism publishes a series of posts under a monthly theme. The theme for August is ‘Lamenting.’

The summer before my sophomore year of college a boy I liked started talking to me. He started talking to me a lot. I was obviously a fan. He started talking about wanting to kiss me, which in my 18-year-old mind, meant that he wanted to date me. Until one day, the day I got my wisdom teeth out, he called me and told me that he wasn’t really looking to date me, but he wanted to keep talking. My mouth was still sore and I couldn’t talk back, so he hung up.

But he kept saying that he wanted to kiss me. I was confused. I started thinking that maybe I could change his mind. I told him that I didn’t want to kiss him if we weren’t dating. He didn’t back down. Neither did I.

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Further Up and Further In!

We’re deviating from your regularly scheduled programming today to introduce some really exciting new things happening here at Grace and Feminism. When we all got together in mid-June to start planning, eagerly texting each other and building our community, we had no idea where this blog would end up.

We’ve been up and running for just over three weeks and we are astounded at the work God has done. The comments we have received on our blog posts and on social media are both heartbreaking and encouraging. While we hate knowing that our sisters have suffered from discrimination and oppression in many forms, we are encouraged to keep this project alive. We see that this work, the writings and explorations of imperfect Jesus feminists, is needed. As we start to think ahead to the long-term future of this blog, we know that this ministry is needed more than we ever could have thought.

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Thoughts on Suffering

Life is hard.

That’s not news to any of us, is it?

Yesterday, I was speaking on the phone with my mom. I had been having a difficult day and she had been praying for me while she was driving to a friend’s home. She told me that God had made one thing clear in those moments:
“You’re going to have to fight through this. You’ll have to fight for the life you want to live.”
My eyes filled with tears, and I choked out, “I’m tired of fighting.”

I have Major Depression. It’s the cross I carry on my back every day. I’ve spent years praying, hoping that God would lift the depression from my being. I’m at war with my body and mind every day. Get up, I urge my limbs. Breathe, I remind my lungs. You’re going to be okay, I whisper to the mirror.

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Say His Name

Every Friday, Grace and Feminism publishes a series of posts under a monthly theme. The theme for July is ‘Freedom.’

Sybrina Fulton starts her book with a Bible verse:

For all that is secret will eventually be brought into the open, and everything that is concealed will be brought to light and made known to all.” Luke 8:17 (ESV)

And all I can think about is how so many of us failed her.

The name Sybrina Fulton might not sound familiar to you, but I bet the name Trayvon Martin does. For those of you who are unfamiliar with his story, Trayvon was a seventeen-year-old boy who, while wearing a hoodie, walked to the local convenience store to grab some Arizona Iced Tea and Skittles. On his way back to his father’s townhouse, a man by the name of George Zimmerman decided he was a threat, pursued him, and eventually shot him, despite being told by 911 phone operators not to. Right before shooting him, he said, “These assholes always get away.” Last week was the anniversary of George Zimmerman’s acquittal, and he was able to walk free after murdering a child.

Sybrina Fulton? That’s Trayvon’s mother. And the one thing she clung to throughout this entire travesty was the Lord and her faith. You’d think because of this the Christian community would have rallied around her. Supported her pursuit of justice. Listened to our black brothers and sisters as they shouted “I am Trayvon!” in the streets. But so much of the mainstream Christian community did not. What did they do instead?

We used the freedom that the Lord gave us, the freedom from shame and fear that Jesus himself gives us every day, to bury our heads in the sand. To combat the phrase “Black Lives Matter” with “All Lives Matter” while actively supporting refugee bans from other countries. Put simply, white Christians abused the freedom they’ve been given to refuse to rock the status quo. Do you know who was all about rocking the status quo? Jesus. That savior, king of kings who gave us all this freedom.

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Making a Way

When I was maybe 10 or 12, I woke up one morning thinking that I wanted to be a pastor. I was at the age where I was still trying on future careers, still trying to figure out what I was called to do. I knew that I liked reading the Bible and I liked being able to tease stuff out of the words and find meaning. (I would later use those skills when I decided to study English for my undergraduate and master’s degrees.) While I eventually learned that I wasn’t called to preach, at that moment, it felt like a pretty sure thing. I liked to talk and I thought I was pretty good at understanding the Bible, so it made sense.

I got out of bed, found my mom, and told her my new life plan. She smiled and said, “Let’s go tell your Dad.” So we did. It was a weekend and he was sitting in bed, drinking his coffee. I went to the side of my parents’ bed and told him what I told my mom. He smiled like my mom did and told me, “Well, women can’t be pastors. But you could lead a children’s ministry or a women’s Bible study.” I nodded and walked off to start my day.  

I don’t think my parents were trying to crush my dreams or aspirations for my life. But their understanding of Christianity came from a place that didn’t allow women to teach, where that was simply unbiblical. They were trying to help me do what they believed was right.

I had no understanding of feminism when this event happened. I don’t think I even knew that word. But I knew that what my parents had just told me didn’t sit well with me. I mean, I didn’t like to be told ‘no’ in general, but this feeling went beyond that. I simply didn’t understand. Was my gender literally the only reason that I couldn’t do what I thought God was calling me to do? Really? It didn’t jive with me.
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