Showing posts with label Seminarian Women. Show all posts
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Monday, July 13, 2015

Will Men Fight Sexism? A Guest Post

My wife Allison originally posted this on her facebook. I now repost the entirety of it here with her permission.

Sexism exists in the United States in the broader culture and within the church and it is not fun.

Personally, I have been forced to think about sexism as a very real issue by virtue of merely existing as a woman studying theology and caring about the power of God and the Bible to change how we think and act. Something that has become immediately obvious is that many men (and women!) are simply unaware of the every day problems women face. This is not any individual man's fault. Part of the reality of being a man in this world means you will not have to face many of these situations yourself. For example, on my way to a conference at Fuller my husband tried to get my attention by honking incessantly. I didn't notice. I explained later that I always get honked at, whistled at or derogatory comments as I walk from A to Z dressed in jeans and a plain t-shirt. They were were surprised to hear it. I was surprised they didn't know. I take it for granted that men think I am the type of thing they can do this to. It is usually best to ignore it and keep walking.

If you (men) want to make a difference in your world then it is time to recognize these occurrences as they happen and be a good bystander and say something even if it has some minor personal cost to you. There are greater consequences if women speak up than if you do. If I speak up or get angry when someone is insulting I become written off as "emotional" or an "angry feminist." What this means is that I am not allowed to get angry and have to be as indifference to what is happening to me as possible if I want to be listened to. Generally speaking, I don't get angry though after several days of more overt sexism it gets tiring.

[Nick's comment]

I remember Allison's fingernails gripping my forearm, causing me to bite my tongue. It worked: she kept me from saying something quite offensive to the gentleman, and we ordered our food and went on our way. It wasn't the first time someone said something mildly sexist that weekend, but it certainly was the most memorable.


[End Nick's comment]

What other instances of sexism am I talking about?

Recently, at a conference I was giving a paper refuting the notion that universalism is taught in Romans 5. Beforehand while waiting in line for lunch at a nearby restaurant with my husband a well-meaning man we did not know decided he wanted to pray for my fertility. He asked if we wanted kids and after saying that we would like to adopt in five years (still not sure either way) he made an off color remark to Nick about Sarah only getting pregnant after Abraham prayed and said he wanted to pray for me to have children. I politely let him know that our needs were financial at the moment. He chose to ignore it and pray for my fertility any way after telling us his theology about God's command for me to fill the earth. Notice that Nick's fertility was not prayed for--I was awkwardly singled out and it was assumed that the greatest need of this person he had never met before was to have children. At the moment neither of us knew what to say. It was not unusual for me to have random weird experiences like this and I did not feel embarrassed at the time. Such is life. It was a good thing that I did not feel offended or upset because there were several other minor instances throughout the next couple of days and I needed to focus on reading my paper.

It is usual for me to initially be treated like I do not understand something and have it repeated to me. Something similar regularly happened to my friend Sarah at a Bible college. Even though she got better grades in class, men would regularly try and explain things to her or "help" her understand. I learned early in undergrad to simply repeat their position back to them along with the initial critique and not to be afraid to cut them off from too much repeating. Generally, I only have to "prove" myself the first time around. Another thing many men take for granted is that they will be automatically or more readily included in discussion in their field of study. I have to insert myself into the discussion and be above average to be considered average. Additionally, my contributions are easily compared to other women rather than other people or other scholars. If I do well I may be considered smarter than any women that person knows or if I do average or poorly I am yet another example of why women shouldn't...can't...don't...do this or that. In lists I am generally put alongside other women (coincidentally). I am compared to other women doing theology rather than other people doing theology.

In academia I am always in a no-win situation. If I show emotion I am written off as "emotional." If I am cut and dry and to the point (which happens to be my style whether by nature or nurture) I will be told I am more masculine--not a good thing if you are not a man and happy to be a woman. Sometimes, people are simply shocked that I have said something intelligent. Several times after speaking in some capacity I have been told how pretty I am along with compliments on my arguments, points, delivery...etc. Its not that I don't like being told I am pretty or that I don't think I am. It is simply out of place and odd given that these presentations have nothing to do with this. This is a problem another female friend of mine has who runs a non-profit. I do not know of any male friends who preach or give speeches who are regularly told they are attractive or handsome after they do well. They do not have this narrow and superficial part of themselves highlighted. Being beautiful just so happens to be something women are highly valued for in this society and it cannot help but make its way into every part of our lives.

In movies women are either damsels in distress or scantily clad super heroes who have sex with this or that person (a trend somewhat diminishing!). Female politicians are often sexualized in some way. Hilary is the "nut-cracker" and Palin is the hot ditz.

In common discussion "being a girl" means being weak, incapable, and emotional (supposedly having emotions makes one less objective). Being powerful as a woman means catering to the sexual appetites of men and manipulating them with it. I am supposed to like being called sexy even in a reductionistic way. Attractive, empowered women wear little. In many Christian conservative circles wearing anything revealing (sometimes just attractive) means you are a slut and on the whole we are regularly told that we are responsible for male lust and sin. "Don't 'cause' him to stumble."

There are consequences for women who try and excel in their fields and have a healthy dose of assertiveness to realize their goals. Their character and person often get attacked.

I was warned by someone at TEDS that my potential mentor for an internship Dr. Mimi Haddad was known to be aggressive. This made me nervous. After meeting her and knowing her for many years after this was revealed to be gender stereo-typing because the woman I met was merely assertive, intelligent and insightful.

I became friends with an old classmates Grandmother who likes to research, study Greek and Hebrew and taught herself Russian when in Russia because she could not afford a tutor. Although witty, she is very soft-spoken, gentle and kind. Curiously, many have said she is arrogant, rude and find her threatening. This labeling appears to occur at Bible studies when she timidly shares something she learned from one of her books or in the Greek.

Anytime I am assertive in any way I worry that I came off too strong. Maybe these experiences are why most of my female classmates (very few in number) at the undergrad and masters level stuttered when talking, or apologized for offering an idea and used many qualifiers ("sorry if this sounds..." "I could be wrong but..."). Anything to appear smaller or couch what was about to be said.

Many women who try to do something about any problems around them know they will be thought of as "the BITCH." This word has come up countless times from older and younger women I meet. Most of us do not swear. We find that if we are assertive this becomes our identity. The choice becomes, do we just take it or do we let ourselves become the bitch. We will be seen as aggressive, spiteful, petty, repulsive, whiny, manipulative, and threatening. Men who stand up for us may have their masculinity challenged.

From an early age girls are taught to be polite and selfless. In the real world we are less likely to interrupt when someone talks over us. I didn't even notice I was being interrupted repeatedly in class until my professor scolded the guy. When leading a table discussion on gender one of my classmates kept interrupting his wife every time she tried to give her opinion after I asked it (5x!). This was of course after he had asked me if I was able to be objective and not get upset about the discussion we were all about to have (he had never met me before). Often women are expected to be the ones to follow their husbands education, career, general wants and needs (though this is changing). Many women feel selfish when they have to speak over someone, insist on their way or even request doing something different than what others want to do. They can also feel rude, mean or selfish if they disagree in a public setting and may apologize.

We are regularly taught in church that God designed us to be the only one who is passive, and/or submissive, and/or self-sacrificing when being abused (think John Piper telling wives to endure abuse for a season).

I hear on the radio or in sermons men talk about how women should know their place. I hear how only I should submit. I hear how I should like being ruled over if my husband is nice to me. I hear about how I should give him sex all the time. Sometimes I hear that only a man is made in God's image. It goes on and on. I will also hear how we women are feminizing or taking over the church how the all male leadership is being oppressed for the convictions that women should be submissive...etc. Usually these men are preaching to the choir.

Sometimes someone who knows I am theologically an egalitarian will try and be shocking and say something about my husband having authority over me...etc. I am never shocked. I always hear this.

Such is life.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Women in Seminary: "Living Water" by Sarah Schwartz

As my wife prepares for her PhD application, and I prepare for the beginnings of my MAT, I was struck by the stories many of my female friends have had in their times at university and at seminary. Some had stories of wonder and life, yet others were burdened and struggling simply to make due. Allison mentioned that the Academic Dean of her former seminary -- a very stern and friendly man -- would weep with female MDiv students who were dealing with, well, being women in a generally complementarian seminary. These are their stories, both of darkness and sadness and of light and hope. If you have such a story, feel free to tweet me and I will see about putting your story up here. Blessings. Now, as they say, on with the show!
[Nick's Note]

"LIVING WATER"

“So in traveling through Samaria and seeking out conversation with the woman at the well,” I said,  “Jesus makes clear that this new abundant life he offers is for all people, regardless of gender, ethnicity, social class, political or national affiliation.” It was a Sunday morning at my home church in the Pacific Northwest, and I was preaching out of John 4, describing Jesus’ radical encounter with the Samaritan woman at the well in our series on heroes of the faith.

“Jesus demonstrates that not only is he welcoming outsiders into this new life, but he is making space for them to participate fully in leading others to encounter him. The woman in search of a well and some water discovers that the Spirit could transform her life into a well. Jesus affirms that she belongs, that her voice and her testimony matter, and that she could be a part of bringing other people into that place of belonging.” I went on to describe how in 1st century Israel, a woman’s testimony held so little value that it wasn’t admissible in a court of law. Jesus’ interaction with this woman set her patriarchal culture on its head, revealing his Kingdom to be a place where the last are first, leaders wash feet, foolish things shame the wise, a place where the outcast finds their voice and place.

“If we are a community attempting to model our lives after Christ,” I urged the congregation, “we must actively and intentionally seek out the marginalized, the weak, the voiceless, and invite them to the table with us, to share a bucket of water, to be full, valued participants in this Kingdom life, to be people whose voices matter in our church.” I closed the message with this exhortation, and joined the prayer team at the front of the auditorium as the worship team brought the service to a close. I took a few deep breaths as the guest worship leader approached the microphone, strumming his guitar.

“Lord,” he prayed, “we ask that your Holy Spirit would go with us to our homes. And may the men continue to be priests of their home Lord, and rightly share your word in their families.”
My eyes shot open, unable to contain my shock. I quickly searched for my sister’s face in the third row; she and the people sitting around her were equally stunned at his clear attempt to undercut everything I had just preached; to somehow make up for or cancel out my asking the congregation that we rise up and be a community that values the voices of women.  Shake it off, Sarah, I said quietly to myself. You’ve still got to pray for people. I tried to focus on my breath as the song continued, hoping my already red cheeks weren’t giving away my surprise at his comments. After a few moments had gone by, one of the church elders, a man roughly my father’s age, approached me quietly.

“Sarah,” he whispered. “Will you pray for me?”

“Of course,” I responded, breathless, perhaps as surprised by this request as I was by the commentary leading up to it. I laid my hand on his shoulder and whispered a few words to the Father on his behalf. We closed with a joint amen; he thanked me, and returned to his seat.

When people ask me about the difficulties of being a woman in ministry, I think of this Sunday morning and the thousand other stories I have like it, stories of those who respond to the scandalous good news of the necessity of men and women’s voices in this beautiful Kingdom with fear, trying ever so hard to justify their systems of who can and who can’t, who gets and who doesn’t, who leads and who follows. But when asked what keeps me going, I think of this same Sunday, and the small gesture of a kind church elder, who, much like Jesus in his interaction with the Samaritan woman, treated me like someone whose voice and ministry matter. It is small moments like this, and the knowledge that many women have yet to be told of the value of their own voices, that keeps me getting up on Sunday mornings to tell of living water.

Sarah Schwartz grew up in McMinnville, Oregon, where she began preaching in the local church the age of 16. She earned her undergraduate degree in Communication Studies from Biola University, where she helped found the school’s first chapter of Christians for Biblical Equality. Currently, Sarah is pursuing her M.A. in Biblical Exposition from Talbot Theological Seminary. Some of her favorite things include Stumptown Coffee, her siblings, poetry, and spending summers on her childhood farm. You can tweet her @SarahSchwartz and enjoy her writings @http://www.sarahchristineschwartz.com