"Preach it, sister," I am bold to say.

My dearest ELCA, thank you. Thank you that I am not only allowed but encouraged to speak, preach, teach, and lead in whatever situation I find myself. Thank you for giving me a scholarship to attend seminary, to follow this dream I have of making a difference in the church and in the world. Thank you for all the amazingly powerful female classmates with whom I share in this awesome experience.

Sure, we haven't always been allowed. Sure, some parishes still won't call us. But as a national body we have declared -- more than a generation ago, now -- that women are called to this vocation and should be given equal opportunity to serve the people of God. We as a national body have declared that the voices of women are welcome in the pulpit, in the classroom, and in the boardroom.

Today, I eavesdropped on a conversation between two women studying at an evangelical seminary that does not afford them the same. They are free to pursue degrees in things like "discipleship" and "Christian education" -- they'll be leaders of women's groups and Sunday school -- honorable, necessary, faithful work -- but they are relegated to domains not led by men. They're also encouraged to pursue marrying their male classmates, who are studying to be preachers and teachers and leaders.

One of these women was lamenting -- confessing, even -- to the other that sometimes, the deepest desire of her heart is to be a preacher. She was mad at herself for this sin, she said. This sinful, prideful desire. She said that it should not shock her one bit that Satan had this kind of power over her -- that the right thing to do was to suppress these feelings, because they were dangerous. And that her desire to preach was empty, because the Spirit would not give her words to say if she stepped into a pulpit. Her desire to preach was completely self-serving, she said.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to weep. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs that she should be allowed to do the same! That it was not sinful and prideful to want to preach the Gospel to her people -- that's what we do here! That's what each and every one of us is called to do. And she can preach the Gospel to her fellow women and she can teach children and that will be wonderful and she will do great things with her deeply faithful servant heart. But if she feels so loudly called to this vocation, she should be able to honor that.

And that, dearest ELCA, is why I love you with my whole heart. Because you allow and encourage me to yell at the top of my lungs about the God who loves me. And about Jesus the Christ who came to teach and to serve and to save. And you allow and encourage me to speak truth to power -- to your own power! -- when injustice scars our communities. You allow and encourage me to participate fully in the life of this Church.

We the ELCA are not perfect. But we're not called to be perfect. We are called to love and serve to the best of our ability, whatever our ability is.

I am weepily grateful that I have not had that fearful conversation. That I have not been afraid to stand in the pulpit and proclaim the good news. That no person in a position of power in this Church has ever told me, "you can't." And that I have never told myself that I can't.

There is not a way for me to solve the problem that this woman finds herself facing. But what I can do is keep using my voice until she can use hers. Because I am allowed an encouraged to use my voice.

And for that, thanks be to God.

Mark Driscoll cannot bully me.

Rachel Held Evans wrote this blog post in response to this facebook status posted by Mark Driscoll.

This is merely the latest in a series of disgusting statements, sermons, tweets, and other worded behaviors from our favorite man from Mars Hill. The links she shares (which I implore you to read at your earliest convenience) provide you with the full span of flippant, blatant disregard for the dignity of anyone who is not Mark Driscoll that he has made himself famous for.

Over the last two days (since RHE wrote the post) the internet has provided me with abundant responses and comments and rants and letters and tears reflecting just how Driscoll's words have hurt people across this country.

And, sure, there are plenty who make excuses for Driscoll, saying that he speaks to/for a specific demographic, not for everyone. Or that if we don't like his preaching, we should just stay out of his church. If only his words stayed within the walls of his church, maybe that would be possible.

But as RHE claims, he is a bully. And we cannot (and will not) sit idly by as he bullies thousands of Americans into bullying thousands of Americans. This is far-reaching, whether you'd like to believe that or not. A generation of men are being taught that God only loves them if they are ultra-masculine and have attractive, submissive wives. And a generation of women are being taught that they must be those wives. And these people will teach their children, as Driscoll has taught his, that their futures also lie in these outdated, ridiculous, misogynistic gender roles.

As RHE writes, Godly men do not seek to humiliate, shame, ridicule, bully, or harm others. Especially not in the name of Christ. This behavior is irresponsible and he has been at it in the public eye for over a decade.

It is our responsibility as people who do not endorse these "values" to step forward and stand up to Mark Driscoll. He is a bully, and we do not have to accommodate that any longer.

RHE asks that we call or write Mars Hill Church to report his bad behavior. If that's something you feel comfortable doing, please do not hesitate. [Their contact information is in her post, linked above.] Do not assume that someone else can say your words, or say them better. And it's likely that some poor intern has to deal with all the calls and mail. But that intern may need to reconsider working for someone like Mark Driscoll. And maybe someone will tell Driscoll the sheer volume of responses. Maybe, for even just one minute, he will feel badly about what he has said. And that, my friends, will be a start.

Mark Driscoll cannot bully me into believing that my gender renders me incapable of leading people to and with their God.
Mark Driscoll cannot bully me into believing that my peacenik Christ is any less than the macho one he proclaims saves only the manliest of men and the most submissive of women.
Mark Driscoll cannot bully me into believing that those members of the LGBT community who I call my family and friends are any less loved by their God than any other human being.
Mark Driscoll cannot bully me into believing that violence has a place in the hearts of those who follow Christ.
Mark Driscoll cannot bully me into believing that he has the last word on any subject, Gospel or otherwise.

Mark Driscoll cannot bully me.

Three hours until the rapture!

Living in the Bay Area has been such a delight this spring, as Oakland is the home of FamilyRadio and its fearless leader Harold Camping. The billboards first went up in January, I think, letting us know that the end of the world would be on May 21, 2011 -- The Bible Guarantees it! There's even one electronic billboard on the 580 that has been counting down the number of days until the rapture. So thrilling!

As seminarians, we've been having a super fun time making jokes about the rapture as often as possible -- today was PLTS' commencement, so we whined about having to finish finals in the face of the end of days. The preacher at both commencement and baccalaureate last night was sure to include a rapture reference.

I'm just so glad that God is so American that judgment begins at 6pm PDT -- that's the time zone Harold Camping lives in, but the destruction will actually begin in Asia. Doesn't that mean, then, that May 22, 2011 is the actual end of the world? I'm no good with Biblical numerological prophecy, so it's hard to say. :)

Anyway, I just couldn't go the day without posting something regarding the fate of humanity. No word on whether I'll be taken up in the rapture or left behind -- either way would be okay by me. Happy Rapture!