We drove for three hours to get to the Lynnwood Barnes and Noble yesterday. And then we promptly acted like a couple of weirdos in the aisle, taking pictures, mugging for the camera, hugging and dancing a little bit among the stacks, and rearranging the bookshelf (who? me?) just a little bit.

Such a great moment, I couldn’t even apologise for being such a complete and total dork about it. I have so loved watching all of the Instagram photos in the #jesusfeminist hashtag that I couldn’t help wanting to have my own bookstore moment. It was worth the drive.

We spent a bit of time prowling around the area, picking up a few things, and then we began the drive back north. Which is when one of the tinies became so terribly and seriously sick that the trip took quite a bit longer and I spent most of the evening buckled beside a sick little one, holding the barf bucket and breathing through my mouth. That night, Brian washed sheets and scrubbed the minivan seatbelts while I bathed babies and administered saltines and pedialyte.

So glamourous, this life. My, my, my.

Thing are starting to settle down after book release week. There’s still time to enter to win a few copies and to throw your hat in the ring for the book club giveaway for instance, but overall, it’s done now.

That was one funny thing about the Release Day in particular: it was such a regular day. Errands, dishwasher to be emptied, tinies to pick up, lunches to make, life as usual. And yet the whole time, something extraordinary was also happening, a dream came true on that very day. I was reading Twitter, and seeing photos of people with the book, and trying to ignore Amazon rankings, reading reviews and responses and quotes being tweeted, and the whole time, everything was just the same. I’m still me, and I am glad for that.

Sacred and meaningful moments usually happen in the crush of our real lives, don’t they?

Now comes the part I have been looking forward to: just letting the little yellow book go out into the world and getting back to regularly-unscheduled life.


Anyway, this weekend, as I was reading each entry in the synchroblog, I could only think that I hope they didn’t get lost in the flurry so I have called out  a few representatives here but rest assured, they are worth your time.

The Hole in our Complementarianism by Tamara Rice at Hopefully Known

Because that tore a hole in the complementarian perspective that began to grow for me. And grow. And grow. Until it could no longer hold all my questions, all the inconsistencies I’d started to notice in the biblical arguments, all the hypocrisy of praxis I’d seen, and all the greater truth evidenced in both the whole of the Scriptures and my life experience. If Deborah, why not me? If Priscilla, why not me? If Elisabeth Elliot, why not me? If there is neither male nor female, why not me? If Jesus said “go ye” and not “go he,” why not me?

I am a Jesus Feminist because… by Debby at Living in Graceland

The Salvation Army has given women a tradition of serving God with equal platform as the men. Always, they have ordained women and always we have not only preached the word of God but we have been leaders of others in this organization. There has never been a question of a ‘woman’s place’ in the kingdom of God as the Word doesn’t say gifts are gender specific. The sacred text doesn’t say to men he gave the gift of teaching and to women he gave the gift of hospitality. It simply says to some he gave ….. and I am the some. You are the some. We are all part of that group of believers to whom He gives his gifts and He gives them graciously and liberally.

When Baptist Women Go Wild by Jenny Call

I am an ordained minister (in the tradition that tried to deny me), the wife of an ordained minister turned coin dealer and stay at home dad, the mother of two (a feisty little girl and a strong-willed boy), and the chaplain at a women’s liberal arts university.  The feminism that excluded me in my home church is now practically a job requirement as I mentor young women and prepare them for the challenges ahead.  I am a member at a Baptist church that has a female senior pastor and many women deacons, and yet I know there is still much work that needs to be done.  The reminder comes every time I share my occupation and there is a moment of shock or disbelief.

Jesus Feminist by JJ at The Blah Blah Blahger

CONFESSION: I’ve never liked the word feminist. Having grown up in the 80s and 90s, it felt loud and angry to me. It felt like red power suits, like women who broke through the glass ceiling on their own and demanded that you did it on your own, too, and like man-haters. It didn’t feel feminine to me…or even powerful. It felt bitter. I’m laying it all out here for you, folks.

I am a new believer and I am a Jesus Feminist by Karen at Mended Musings

I’m a Jesus feminist because when I let Jesus into my heart, He showed me that the only thing limiting my view of the world was me. My faith has expanded my capacity to love and to accept and forgive others, especially myself. I haven’t chosen a religion as much as I’ve grown in my ability to understand God.

I am not a side issue by Fiona Lynne

I am not a side issue. My femininity, my femaleness, the woman I am, is central to who I am, is central to who God created me to be. And so my freedom, my empowerment, my opportunity to live life to the full has to be central to

On Calling Myself a Feminist by Carolyn Phillips

I may not be an international campaigner, a national or even local leader of society, politics or church, a well heard voice – but I still have a responsibility. To speak when I can, to teach my children, to put my money where my mouth is, to sign petitions, to learn, to ask questions, to do the task in front of me.

Anyone can be a Jesus Feminist – even me by Ben Irwin

When I get angry with the world, when it feels like some people will never change, one thought keeps sneaking past my defenses:

You did.

And there it is. Hope. The invitation to help someone else envision a better way of being human, just as others did for me.

It happened for me. Why can’t it happen for someone else?

Today, I have a three year-old daughter. I don’t have time to be a cynic anymore. I don’t have time to listen to the voice that says this is the best we can do, that the march toward equality can only go so far, so fast.

My Jesus, a Feminist by Osheta Moore

As we prayed, the sweet, generous, barrier-breaking, presence of Jesus, was nearly tangible in the midst of a lesbian feminist priest-to-be and a well-meaning, but still judgmental evangelical urban missionary.

Standing on my porch, with our boys giggling in the background and colorful leaves swirling around our feet, Jesus challenged my stereotypes and undermined my legalism.

When we said, “Amen” together, I felt the Holy Spirit whisper back to me, “Do not call anything impure that God has made clean.”

I am a Jesus Feminist for the Sake of Shalom by Courtney Bailey Parker

I am a Jesus Feminist not only because of Jesus, but also because I believe the seminal texts of the Women’s Movement have redemption written all over them—and I think Jesus would approve.  Betty Friedan, Simone de Beauvoir, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, Mary Wollstonecraft, Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth, Lucy Stone—they all craved shalom.  Their desire was for creation to be redeemed, to return a divided world to wholeness.  Shalom has always been the goal, whether we use that particular diction or not.

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  • Thanks for the link love, Sarah. I’ve enjoyed and been inspired by so many of these posts this week and also by your book (57% through it, according to my Kindle!). Side note: You were 20 minutes from my house! If you’re in the area again, would love to meet up. But also, you would love Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park Towne Center (about 20 min. south of that B&N). It’s fantastic and they have so many great author readings. (Lemony Snicket was there this week and my daughter and I were so sad to miss it!) Hope your little one is better now.

  • Deborah Hudson

    Thank you, Sarah, for the link-up. Such a wonderful collection of voices shared here to testify of God’s calling to all. Thanks for leading the conversation!

  • Andrea Young

    Sarah, you should really study what Mormons think about women and feminism. Our view of Eve is quite different (we revere her) and our understanding of Heavenly Mother is profound. There has never been a question of the value the divine worth of women in the gospel–just misunderstanding and lies.

  • fiona lynne

    Thank you for sharing my post, Sarah. All these posts are just fantastic. And I’d recommend another if you haven’t read it yet, by Christina at A Holy Fool – http://aholyfool.com/lady-preachers/

    • pastordt

      THIS ONE, yes.

  • After reading your book, no wait, let me rephrase that. After eagerly savoring every metaphor, every burst of the Spirit pouring out of your book and through my heart, I can’t wait to read it again … and again … and again.

  • All – Just for dorky fun, take a look at the KJV or the old RSV translation of 1 Cor 14:36 (immediately following the women should be silent) verses. There is a very important little Greek particle in there which is no longer translated. It is, perhaps, the key to understanding this verse and what Paul originally meant by it. Here’s a peek

    “What! Did the word of God originate with you, or are you the only ones it has reached?” (RSV)

    That little “What!” is the Greek letter eta, which can be used to refute what was just stated. In today’s English, the “What?!” would be followed by “Are you kidding me? Who died and made you God? Are you (men) the only ones to hear God?”

    … aaaand, if you go back to Codex Sinaiticus (codexsinaiticus.org), looking at one of the oldest copies of the Bible we have, the “women must be silent” verses are offset from the rest of the text. Someone wasted a whole lot of white space on the parchment to highlight these two verses — perhaps because they are not the words of Paul. He is more likely quoting from the letter to him from Corinth (which we don’t have) … and then refuting it.

  • Suzanne Terry

    I love these posts! And I did a happy dance by the mailbox when your book arrived on Friday. I’m so excited!

  • I wish my normal life would slow down a little so that I could write about how beautiful and important your book is. The words are coming, and they will come in their time. I can’t rush them, but for celebration’s sake, I wish I could. I’m letting them simmer, and I’m grateful that so many have celebrated this ordinary/radical/beautiful moment so well. I just didn’t want my silence to seem like lack of support. It’s my crazy, not yours. 🙂

  • I’m probably not going to get a chance to join the sychroblog now sadly – would have loved to, but time seems to be against me a lot recently.

    However – I’m a dork too. And a geek. And I don’t mind.

  • Thank you SO, so, so much for doing the synchroblog – it nudged my heart to finally spill all of the things I was holding in… even if it was a jumbled, way-too-long, heartsoaked mess. After I clicked publish last night, relief washed over me, and healing began. Thank you, Sarah. You’re the raddest.

  • I love this, so much, Sarah! Looking forward to lingering over these synchroblog posts and savoring them!

  • pastordt

    I posted my fave so far on FB today. Christina Tremill from San Diego. LOVELY. And you’re so not a dork. Just a real person with some pretty damn unreal talent. (I’ll see you next week, got myself an invite. Bringin’ my daughter, too. I’d do Melrose, too, if I could swing it. . . but there are these things called limits. Rats.)

  • I too drove to our local Barnes and Noble today and made my four year old (painfully) wait for the block and train tables while I showed her “Mommy’s friend’s yellow book” housed above her head (perfectly at eye level)

    I tried to tell her about hearts and words and pages… it didn’t stick but then again, it was only the beginning of the conversation. I found myself heart poppingly proud to see you there on our shelf miles away. Cheering you on and proud.

  • Monica@ The Modern Mrs. Blog

    I just got the book at Barnes & Noble Monday. So excited getting into it! Thank you Sarah for tackling this book and the movement toward further justice for women everywhere!