Already warning bells are clanging in the heads of many of my fellow, conservative-leaning Christians. It has been drilled into us to abhor the ancient goddesses, who were worshipped with such practices as public temple prostitution. Historically, we Protestants . . .
There’s a part of me that is surprised by this question. Well, of course. Don’t we use the male pronouns whenever we speak of God? I know I have all my life. God is Father. Jesus is a man. And in our churches . . .
What happens when a Dutiful Daughter grows up and gets married? If she has 1) internalized her strict upbringing, 2) through hardship had the playfulness wrung out of her, 3) learned to avoid criticism by suppressing her true feelings, ideas and opinions when necessary, and 4) converted to evangelicalism as a young teen, there’s really one obvious path for her: become a minister’s wife. So that’s what I did.
I don’t hate men. To the contrary, in general I quite like them. The funny thing is that, when I think about my own particular feminine wound, on balance, more of it has been inflicted by the women in my life than by men.
The phrase “the feminine wound” was coined by Sue Monk Kidd in her book, The Dance of the Dissident Daughter. …