A Letter to My Over-Churched Sister

So I've been carrying this weight around. Jesus told me to empty my pockets the other day and I didn't realize what he was talking about.

Religion rocks, my dear, I've come to find out.

You see, I grew up in a Christian home. Then, Jesus saved me. So if the Devil can't get me with drugs or abuse, he'll get me with rules and regulations until I'm weighed down, unable to move.

"Don't you dare lead on a man, young lady."

"Be a submissive woman."

"Dress appropriately."

"Christian women are quiet."

"Christian women blah blah blah."

Actually, my western-Christian-world view friend, Christian women LOVE Jesus. That's it. Those many sermons I've heard over the years on godly femininity evoke wisdom, but they are not my identity or salvation--no matter how many times I've read Proverbs 31.

I realized I was putting all my bets on a lifestyle instead of a Savior when God brought about circumstances that seemed "out of the box". In fact, according to my Christian-culture standards, Ruth still would have NO BUSINESS on that threshing floor with Boaz. I won't ever claim to have the answer to every particular situation (God knows, ask Him!), but I can only cry out and ask that Jesus would come and have full-reign over our hearts and that our spirits would be sensitive to His.

"Jesus, have your way--in or out of the box!"

"I'm in love with God and God's in love with me. This is who I am and this is who I'll be, and that settles it...COMPLETELY."

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Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

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