I’m a Modern Women Who Loves My Church’s Male-Only Pastor Rule

(My first article published at The Federalist) October was chock full of political drama, so I can understand how you might have missed that it was also Pastor Appreciation Month. Republic death throes notwithstanding, our church surprised each of our elders and pastors with as much appreciation as we tired voters could muster. Because all anyone can…

Dear Jen Hatmaker,

I have long admired you- your heart for the orphan, your humorous-without-being-demeaning writing… but I mostly admire your big earrings.  I have watched you tackle hard subjects, and do so with fairness. But I’m at a loss over your post yesterday about the horror in Orlando.  The one that stated: It is very difficult to accept…

No Fancy Title- Just End Human Trafficking

Frau M, busybody that she is, was the first to spot her through the window at the McDonalds playland- a 16-20 year old girl with heavy make-up smeared by tears.  Our mom radar went into the red as we surveyed the gold-chained, heavily tattooed man seated across from her, easily twice her age decked out…

Dear Pat Robertson,

I have scrolled through your bio on Wikipedia and I am too young to remember the bulk of your personal achievements- your accomplishments are many and impressive. A presidential bid, the founding of several respected Christian organizations, your funding of higher education, The 700 Club. (I have never actually seen this show myself but I…

Sacrifice & Friendship

Several years ago, God asked my husband and I to do the hardest thing in my Christian life- leave the church, home, and city that we loved without good earthly reason.  I went.  But I went kicking and screaming, lamenting and wringing my hands.  It was personally and financially costly.  And as our family of…

Moral Police vs. Mercy

Three days ago I condemned abortion as murder when I wrote about the abortion “doctor” who was convicted of killing babies born alive.  Today I am googling “foods that help women heal after an abortion” because I am making dinner for a new friend who is in the gut-wrenching place of trying to recover, physically…