One of the most challenging issues in the church is this idea that marriage involves a husband having authority OVER his wife. I can’t tell you how many marriages have been harmed by this teaching and how often a marriage is reduced by teachings such as this. Marriage is not a business or a corporation in which one person is leader over the other and decides what is best for another person. Marriage is about two human beings being in an intimate relationship with one another within which each one is honored and respected. It is in the family that we and our children learn how to live justly in community. That is why mutual submission is so important.
This idea of husbands being in authority over a wife comes from the patriarchal ideals common in the first century when women were given to further the honor or wealth of a given family. She was more of a traded commodity than a person. In the first century women were considered less human, imperfect or less formed males, and inferior beings with less rational abilities. They were also considered more easily deceived and childlike, therefore in need of a ruler. Continue reading Mutual Submission in a Christlike Marriage
by Rachel Stella, originally published here.
I woke up around 3:30 a.m. Sunday, May 10, 2015, to the loud beeping of a text message. Normally I silence my phone when I go to bed, but I had just gotten a promotion at work. I was one of the newsroom editors now, and even though no one had told me I was obligated to be on call 24/7, I felt responsible to be ready to handle major breaking news over the weekends.
“Downtown Utica is on fire. I’m getting photos now.”
I had told Scott, our photographer, to contact me first if anything crazy happened on weekends, because I thought the other hardworking staff should get a break. He had done what I had asked him to do. Even so, I was irritated at being aroused from a deep sleep. Not irritated at Scott, but irritated that this was happening. And scared for Utica. (That poor little town had already experienced a deadly tornado and some awful flooding.) I probably let out a nasty word or two as I adjusted to the reality. I wasn’t raised that way, but — confession time — potty mouth has developed from living alone.
I threw a jacket over whatever I was wearing and walked the two blocks to the newsroom, where I plunked into my chair and hastily assembled a brief story with a photo sent by Scott to put on our website and link to on our Facebook and Twitter pages. Continue reading The Good Christian Woman’s Life