Woman In The Pulpit – Chapter 2

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When I arrived in Piney Woods I didn’t know that I was the subject of meetings of the Ministerial Alliance. In fact, I didn’t even know about the Ministerial Alliance. No one invited me to meetings.

Chapter 2

A luncheon meeting of the local Ministerial Alliance was in progress. Forty ministers gathered in the private dining room of Gladys’ Country Kitchen for their monthly meeting.  Rev. Thomas Haliburton sat at the head table.  A tall man in his seventies, with a commanding presence and almond skin, like polished oak furniture.  His snow-white hair crowned his head and gave him a distinguished air.  He had been pastor of Morning Star Church for fifty years.   Joining him at the head table were his two top lieutenants, fifty-year-old Rev. Cecil Jones, a stout man with long bushy sideburns, and thirty-four year old Rev. Clyde Williams, a man of average height and weight.  The three of them represented the broad array of ministers serving the area.

“Clearly, we can’t allow this,” Rev. Haliburton said evenly.

Forks stopped clattering against plates. The ministers listened attentively to what Rev. Haliburton was saying.  Heads nodded in agreement.

As secretary of the Alliance, Cecil wrote rapidly. It was his job to accurately take notes of each meeting and transcribe them.  This usually meant that he did not participate in the discussions unless he was specifically asked a question.  But today words tumbled from his mouth.

“It’s too late now,” he said.

“Where is your faith, Cecil?”   Rev. Haliburton set his jaw in strong resolve.  “The Bible says that women should be silent.  They should not teach or have authority over a man.”

A man of strong convictions, Rev. Haliburton looked out over the men gathered in the room.   Men who looked to him to lead them in the right way.  They were all ages.  Some he had known since they were babies.  They all viewed him as their spiritual leader.  He cleared his throat before continuing.

“Besides, I have a plan.”

“Can you share your plan with us?” asked Cecil.  “If ever we needed a miracle, it is now.”

“She won’t be here long, Cecil,” said Rev. Haliburton. “I can guarantee you that.”

Clyde, trying to be the voice of reason, added his opinion. “The church has voted.  Her appointment cannot be undone.”

“Watch me,” Rev. Haliburton said.

“What’s the big deal anyway,” asked Clyde.

Rev. Haliburton glared at him.

“You have a lot to learn,” said Cecil, whispering.

Rev. Haliburton resumed eating his meal. So did everyone else.

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“She is misguided. That’s what schooling up North will do.”   Rev. Haliburton pushed his dessert dish away and opened the meeting.

“Isn’t she from here?” asked Clyde.

“Her father was pastor of Greenwood before you. He was well-respected in these parts.  He would roll over in his grave if he knew his little girl was up to this.”

“Sarah Alexander’s daughter?”

“Exactly. She should have stayed up North,” said Cecil.  “Whoever heard of a woman pastor?”

His words reverberated throughout the room. No one replied.  There was no need.  All agreed with him.

Finally, Rev. Haliburton spoke. “It is ungodly.   And it simply will not stand in Piney Woods!”

“But it’s a done deal,” said Cecil.

“Like I said, I have a plan. I left word over at Hopewell for her to come see me the minute she gets to town.  Her father and I were friends.  She will listen to me.”

“And turn back around and leave town?” asked Clyde.  “That seems too easy.”

“I’ll take her under my wing and gently guide her to see that being pastor of Hopewell is not for her.

“She believes in the Bible,” Rev. Haliburton continued. “We will have weekly discussions where I will point out the Biblical way and what the Bible says about women being over men.  There’s no telling what she learned in that seminary.  I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t even study the Bible.

“But I need your support in this, gentlemen. Cecil, take a vote.”

Cecil flipped the pages to the roll in his notebook. “Rev. Ambrose?”

“Aye.”

“Rev. Anderson?”

In deep thought, he does not answer.

“Calling Rev. Anderson.”

“What about the ministries on television where a lot of the pastors have wives who are also preachers?” Rev. Victor Anderson asked.  “The wives act as co-pastors.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” asked Rev. Haliburton.

“Doesn’t that show that churches are accepting women preachers?”

“So what? It is your responsibility to teach your people that the Bible says that it’s wrong!  You can’t go around doing what everybody else does.  That don’t make it right.”

“We can vote and agree that a woman shouldn’t be pastor of a church,” Victor said, “But we all know that we are going to lose some members to Hopewell. People like to flock to the new thing in town.  When Clyde came to town we all lost members.”

“If we do a good job of teaching our members what the Bible says about women in the pulpit that won’t happen,” said Rev. Haliburton. “Besides, this is different.  Clyde is a man.  I don’t see any defections from our churches in this case.  If anything, people from Hopewell will be coming to us.”

Cecil cleared his throat. “I repeat, Rev. Anderson?”

Reluctantly, Victor said, “Aye.”

“Rev. Baskins?”

“But this is not progressive thinking,” Rev. Don Baskins said.

“Progressive thinking? We are going by Bible doctrine,” said Rev. Haliburton.

“All I’m saying is we need to think about this situation. Grace might be the first but she is certainly not going to be the last woman in Piney Woods that is going to call herself a preacher.”

“What’s the matter, Don?” asked Rev. Haliburton.  “Don’t you know your Bible?”

Don was aware that all eyes were on him waiting for his response. This was not an issue he was willing to fight about.  Grace was not coming to his church.

In the silence, Cecil spoke, “Rev. Baskins?”

“Aye.”

Cecil continued down the list calling names. Receiving no other objections he placed a check besides each name.  He reached the end of the list.  “Rev. Williams?”

“Aye.”

Rev. Haliburton, expecting no less, was pleased with the vote.

“Gentlemen, we are all in agreement.”

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To continue reading Woman In The Pulpit and discover what happens:  Woman In The Pulpit

 

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Continue Driving Through The Storm

Today we have a guest post by V. Lynn Whitfield, author of  the new book The Party’s Not Over Until God Says So.  She is an attorney with over thirty-one years of experience. In spite of being a ward of the State of Ohio and parentless before the age of eighteen, she secured an academic scholarship to attend Brandeis University which not only provided her with a high quality education, but also equipped her and prepared her to successfully attend and graduate from law school. After one year as an attorney, she found herself without a job and the topic of media attention. She was disciplined by the Florida Bar and many said her career was over.  She was able to rehabilitate her career and has gone on to be a successful criminal defense attorney and now practices municipal law and serves as a City Attorney in Hallandale Beach, Florida

In January, 2012 she suffered a subdural hematoma and had brain surgery. Although she woke up paralyzed on her dominant side, she didn’t let that stop her. She worked hard and just three weeks after starting rehabilitation, she was walking and using her left side again.  Just three months after surgery she was back working full-time as an attorney and writing.  Her ability to rehabilitate herself both professionally and physically makes her qualified to discuss and advise on how to overcome the storms of your life.

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V. Lynn Whitfield

Author of : “The Party’s Not Over Until God Says So”

It was Labor Day weekend in 2008. I decided to travel to the west coast of Florida for a golfing and spa weekend.  A couple of friends initially said they were going but once it was predicted that Hurricane Ike was going to veer that way, they quickly changed their plans and opted to stay at home.  Not me!  I was hopeful that I would be able to get at least one day of golf in and definitely some spa services.  So off I went all by myself for a new adventure.  I spent Friday evening shopping at a nearby outlet mall, one of my other favorite activities when traveling.  It started raining as I drove back to the condo I had rented.  The rain was not too bad and I was able to go out later for dinner in one of the restaurants in downtown Naples.

The next day was beautiful and sunny.  I played eighteen holes of golf with no problems.  Well, that’s not quite true.  I’m the problem when I play golf, but the weather cooperated.  Later after my afternoon at the spa, it started raining.  It rained all night long.  The next morning it was raining a little harder.  It was obvious that I was not going to be able to play golf on that day.  Not having anything else to do I started watching the weather and I became concerned that the weather was only going to get worse.  I made the decision to head back home to the east side of the state.

Starting out back across the state on I-75, affectionately known as “Alligator Alley,” I encountered a constant moderate rain.  After about a half an hour of driving I came upon an extremely heavy rainstorm.  I could barely see the cars in front of me or on my sides.  The sound of the rain hitting the windshield was drowning out the music on the radio.  My windshield wipers were of no use clearing the glass.  The condensation on the inside of the windows made it hard to see anything.  Normally in heavy rain I look for the white stripes on the roadway, but they were invisible to me.  When I reached an underpass, I noticed several vehicles pulled over to the side of the road waiting out the storm.  I wanted to join them, but every time I thought about it I could hear my dearly loved elderly aunt saying, “Baby, you don’t know how long the storm is going to be there.  If you keep on driving eventually you’re going to come out of this storm.”  It was something she had told me years ago when I questioned her about pulling over during rainstorms.  It was a philosophy I adopted in my life along the way.

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It is not limited to just when I’m driving in a rainstorm, but it applies when I’m going through one of my life storms.  Believe me I’ve had plenty of opportunity to pull over and wait it out.  I know if I had done that, I would not be where I am now.  I’m not going to tell you that it wouldn’t be hard to keep going, because it often is hard.  It is often scary and sometimes you have to slow down to a crawl.  Just like you do when you are driving, you have to hold on tight to your steering wheel.  In life your steering wheel will be whatever you believe to be your Higher Spirit or Being.  For me it is always going to be God.  You know those bumper stickers that say, “Jesus is my Co-Pilot.”  That’s not true for me. You see, Jesus is my Pilot.  I let him take complete control, especially during my life storms.  I place all my trust in Him and God.

When I was twenty-six years old I went to work one day on top of the world.  I had a great job prosecuting those charged with crimes and I was very good at it.  I had built up a great reputation in the courthouse.  At that time in the early 80’s there were not a lot of black attorneys in the State Attorney Office in Miami.  And I had the nerve to wear a nose ring.  That evening I returned home not knowing if I would continue to have a job.  I didn’t know if I would face criminal charges.  I was scared.  I didn’t have a savings account or any other source of money.  All I had was God.  After I was the headline of the local section of the Miami Herald, things got worse.  My job was gone and just about all of my money.  I couldn’t let my family know what happened.  All I could do was wake up every morning and keeping putting one foot in front of the other.

One day a friend told me about a sign he had seen in a storefront legal clinic saying they were looking for an attorney for the office.  I went by and got the job.  Eventually, I started working for another criminal defense lawyer and I was beginning to see my way out of the storm.  I still had to go through some minor squalls but things got better.  The whole time I held on tight to my trust in God.  I wasn’t as active in the church as I should have been, but I knew who was able to keep me in it all.  That is when I developed a special affinity for the poem “Footprints.”  I believe God was carrying me some of the time.

It was because of my ability to safely maneuver through the past storms in my life that I was able and confident that I would be successful in getting through when I awakened from brain surgery and was totally paralyzed on my left side.  When God has brought you through storm after storm, after storm, you have to know and trust that He will bring you through this latest one. God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.  Think about it. When David took on Goliath, he had already successfully slayed the lion and the bear.  He was ready and equipped to slay the giant.

Your previous storms have equipped you to withstand the winds and rains of the current storm. You just have to trust in the past experiences and believe if He kept you through those He will keep you through this one too.  People wondered how I could be so at peace laying in that hospital bed.  See they didn’t know what I knew.  I knew it was not the end of my story.  I knew that God had more for me to do and to do it I had to be up and walking and typing.  I never doubted my recovery.  I worked hard at it with confidence until it was achieved just three short weeks after starting rehabilitation therapy. I had to learn to walk, write, drive and even dress myself again. It is amazing how much we take for granted every day.

So what do you do when you encounter a storm while driving or in your life? Do you grip the steering wheel a little tighter and keep inching forward?  Or will we find you on the side of the road wondering when it’s going to stop so you can move on?  Remember standing still in a storm just gets more rain dumped on you.  Driving and moving forward will eventually get you out of the storm.  My advice my friend, continue driving through the storms.  Sunshine is waiting on the other side.

V. Lynn Whitfield is available for workshops, seminars and keynote speaker based on her book The Party’s Not Over Until God Says So. She is also the author of 101 Black Pearls Of Wisdom and is a contributor to Baby Boomers – Life After Fifty.  Contact Lynn at: vlwlaw@yahoo.com  or (561) 856=6757

 

 

 

Woman In The Pulpit by Margaree Mitchell Explores Challenges Faced by Female Pastors

It’s Not An Easy Road For Women In Ministry

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Woman In The Pulpit, a novel by Margaree Mitchell, explores the world of female pastors. Grace Alexander, fresh out of seminary, arrives in Piney Woods, Tennessee bent on changing things in the staid community. But Thomas Haliburton and the male Ministerial Alliance believe that women should not be pastors. They do everything in their power to make sure Grace comes to realize that she is not pastor material.

Grace, who is Boston seminary educated, is anxious to apply the new forms of ministry she learned in school. However, Haliburton is not having it. He has stopped every progressive move in town and he is determined to stop Grace.

Grace challenges the ministers and their positions. She knows she has been called to preach and to pastor. She determines that nothing will keep her from her calling, not even a tragedy that causes the church to schedule a vote to recall her as pastor.

Mitchell wrote the novel after listening to friends talk about their experiences in ministry. “I have several friends and family members who are ministers and pastors. A week does not go by without one or more painfully sharing a story about their treatment as they try to carry out their calling. Many of those stories center around mistreatment and negative attitudes towards them by male ministers,” says Mitchell.

Woman In The Pulpit explores issues facing women pastors such as handling rumors, responding to a lack of respect as a woman pastor, not being taken seriously, underhandedness, dating and other challenges.

“As each person talked I saw commonalities in each story,” Mitchell says. “I tried to capture the little things, the little attitudes that if left unchecked can lead to bigger issues.”

And bigger issues do occur. A tragedy after an event for teens causes the town to turn against the new woman pastor. Racing against time, Grace tries to get to the bottom of what happened before she is run out-of-town.

Before publishing the book, the publisher convened a focus group of female pastors. There were tears, hugs, cheers. They totally identified with Grace Alexander. And all had thorns in their sides like Thomas Haliburton. They left the group knowing that other women in ministry share similar challenges.

Because of such positive reaction, Mitchell has decided to make Woman In The Pulpit a series. “There are many more stories to be told,” she says. She is at work on the next Woman In The Pulpit book.

Woman In The Pulpit is available wherever eBooks are sold.

 

 

Woman In The Pulpit – Chapter 1

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Have you ever started a new job and were both excited and apprehensive? That’s how I felt when I started my new job as pastor of Hopewell Church. You see, I grew up in Piney Woods and I knew how things worked. But it’s always been my dream to return home. So when presented with the opportunity I let my excitement outweigh anything else. I invite you to come with me and share the thrill I felt as a senior pastor. The following excerpt is from the book Woman In The Pulpit.

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Grace Alexander placed her foot on the brake pedal, slowing the car so she could enjoy the colors of fall. Gold. Scarlet. Burnt Orange. Forest Green. Cocoa Bean. Bright Yellow. Burgundy. A kaleidoscope of vivid colors covered the trees. Every warm hue on the color spectrum was represented. Joy washed over her as the brilliant rays of the sun bathed each leaf and enriched its gloss. Trees lined the winding road majestically, each more breathtaking than the other. Every now and then a breeze rustled the trees and leaves of all colors floated to the ground. This was the part of the drive home that she loved best. When she reached this stretch of road she was almost there.

This time she was coming home to stay.

The silver Toyota Camry had served her well. A high school graduation present from her parents, it had gotten her through college and through three years of studying for her doctoral degree. She planned to keep it in good running condition for another few years.

The back seat was piled with boxes of books and other personal items. The front seat held her Bose music system and her collection of jazz CD’s. When life seemed to overwhelm her, jazz soothed her soul.

When money had been tight she had taken occasional singing gigs in the jazz clubs of Boston. Singing was second nature to her. She grew up singing at every event and every program in town and around the state. Everybody told her she would be a star someday.

But to Grace singing was personal. She did not have a desire to share her talent with the world. She only did it out of necessity. Thankfully those days were behind her. She was coming home to pursue her real dream. A dream she had held since high school.

It all seemed so easy. Too easy perhaps. First college. Next graduate school. Then dream fulfilled. No struggle involved.

She wasn’t complaining. Grace knew she was fortunate to get this job. She had been lucky all her life. Things just seemed to fall into place for her.

She hoped things would fall into place in her new job just as easily. What she was doing did not fit into men’s expectations for women. They were used to seeing a church being led by a man. Would they think she was the wrong vessel to lead them?

Grace shook her head to clear all the cobwebs away. Since when had she been concerned about what other people thought of her? She knew her calling. And she was going to carry it out.

She also knew everything was not going to go smoothly. She was prepared for opposition. She would not be well received in every situation. She knew that. But she hoped everyone would be civil and that they could all respect each other while going about their work.

Men would not be her only problem. There were women who felt the same way. They wanted, rather they needed, to be led by men. As much as they wanted equality on their jobs and in every other aspect of their lives, on Sunday mornings they wanted to see a man in the pulpit.

Grace brought her attention back to her beautiful surroundings. She drank in the lively, vibrant colors of the trees. Nothing was going to mar this sight for her. And negative thoughts would not dampen her enthusiasm for her new job.

She was going home.

Grace put a CD in her car’s music system and sang along with the jazz classic.

“What A Difference A Day Makes.

           Twenty-Four Little Hours…

             Brings The Sun And Flowers

             When it Use To Be Rain.”

She passed a sign:

Welcome To Piney Woods, Tennessee

       Population 27,000

 Grace put her foot to the pedal and accelerated.

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Grace’s well-manicured hands, adorned with ripe peach fingernail polish, rested easily on the steering wheel. She parked her car in front of Hopewell Church, a large imposing stone structure. The sign on the lawn announced for all to see:

REV. DR. GRACE ALEXANDER

       PASTOR

 She took a moment to savor the feelings rushing through her body. One of the mainline high profile churches had called her to be their pastor. What great luck! A lot of movers and shakers of Piney Woods worshipped at Hopewell. She would be watched by everyone to see how she managed the church. She would have a highly visible platform on which to implement her programs. She had many new ideas she wanted to try out at Hopewell. If they worked she would write books and give seminars so she could help other ministers. In her wildest dreams she never imagined a plum assignment such as this.

She had thought it would take many years of working on the ministerial staffs of other churches before she assumed her first pastorate. She had been offered three such positions on the staffs of prominent churches on the East Coast. When her mother had told her that Hopewell’s pulpit was vacant, she could not resist the impulse to apply.

Rev. Odell Robinson, the former pastor of Hopewell, had been named senior pastor of a mega-church in Memphis. His preaching was legendary. He had made much of his three years in Piney Woods. Hopewell had been his base of operation as he developed a national following. His gift of preaching had taken him all across the country. Grace had even gone to support him when he came to Boston.

When Hopewell’s pulpit committee had called her for an interview, Grace had dropped everything to fly home. The interview had gone well. She knew everyone on the committee personally. Community leaders. Former teachers. Family doctor. They were used to new ideas and new programs. They wanted someone who would continue where Rev. Robinson had left off. Someone who would keep Hopewell on the national stage. They felt Grace was the person to do so.

When the call came announcing their selection, Grace was ecstatic. She had no reason to mull over any other offers. She knew what she wanted. She was going home.

Now she was here. She felt like pinching herself to make sure this was real.

Her first pastorate. Wonderful! Marvelous! Words could not describe her innermost feelings.

She was glad to be home.

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For more information on the book Woman In The Pulpit and the story of my first year as pastor of Hopewell Church visit: Woman In The Pulpit

 

3 Things To Do When You Become Pastor Of Your First Church

 

Have you been named pastor of your first church and you don’t know where to start? Are you wondering if the congregation will accept a woman as pastor? Are you trying to read up on what the pastor of a church should do?

You have come to the right place. I’m going to show you three things to do that will get your pastorate off to a great start. Forging new church relationships can be dicey. There is pressure to align with one group over another. As a new pastor everyone will be vying for your attention. There are many people who want their egos massaged. From the moment you are named pastor you will receive an abundance of advice from those inside your new church as well as from those outside of it. In fact you will receive so much free advice you won’t know what to do first.

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However, if you will concentrate on the following three things, you will be well on your way to making your first year as pastor a success.

  1. Be Real – Display who you really are. Let your real personality shine through. You may have thoughts of what a pastor should act like. Someone who is somber. A serious person whose every sentence has a religious tone. Remember – You are now the pastor. If you weren’t somber acting before you got the church, don’t change your personality and be somber now. If you like to laugh and have never met a stranger, keep doing what you are doing. Don’t be a phony. Be your real self.
  2. Be Respectful – Even if your views clash with board members, don’t alienate people. State your opinions without being angry. Don’t talk down to your parishioners. Do not be a dictator. Definitely don’t fuss at them and throw tantrums. You can disagree without being disagreeable. As women we are conciliators. If you have opposing viewpoints, suggest a compromise. Or try a suggestion for a month or two. If it doesn’t achieve the desired result, then implement another suggestion. You will have shown that you are willing to work with parishioners who have different views than you. Remember – You are now the pastor. You set the tone of how you will be treated. You set the tone of how you will be spoken to. You set the tone during your first few months of how the remainder of your pastorate will go. Always lead from the higher ground.
  3. Be Joyful – You have been given an opportunity that many want but few receive – Your Own Church. Display your joy and happiness. Let people see that you are glad to be pastor of your church. You don’t have to go around telling everyone that you are glad to be there. Show it in your actions and attitudes. Every time you step inside the door of the church try to remember the joy you felt when you first learned that you were selected as pastor. Your joy will be contagious. Go out of your way to spread joy as you get to know your parishioners. Display real interest in their joys and sorrows. If you want someone to do something, just ask. Keep in mind that the majority of your parishioners want you to succeed. They are rooting for you. And you, in turn, should root for them. Share great news about them. Don’t play favorites. You are pastor of the entire congregation.

Getting your first church is an exciting time. Everything you have worked for has come to pass. Your first months will set the tone of your pastorate. As you go about building relationships, let your parishioners see the real you. Talk to them respectfully and show that you value their opinions. Be enthusiastic and joyful about what you are called to do. Displaying these qualities will cause your parishioners to reward you with love, loyalty, and admiration.

Afraid To Speak Out

Today we have a guest post by a young minister who wishes to remain anonymous.

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I wrote a piece for this blog but tore it up. I am afraid to publish it.

I am a young woman in the pulpit. I have had experiences similar to the ones in the Woman In The Pulpit novel. It is so aptly named. I applaud those who are brave enough to speak out. But I’m afraid to tell my story. At least, I’m afraid to have my name attached to it.

I hold an entry-level position on the staff of a church. I am interviewing for a more senior level position at other churches.

I don’t want anything to interfere with me getting another position so I can’t let my name be associated with anything.  Even if what I have to say is true.

I can’t tell how my pastor hollers at me and makes me feel like nothing. I’m afraid to tell him that I don’t deserve such treatment.

I can’t tell how others opinions about me are believed and acted upon. Yet no one bothers to speak to me personally to get my side in the matter. I’m afraid to rock the boat, even though it seems like it is capsizing.

I can’t tell about the untrue rumors that have been started about me. I’m afraid so I hang my head in shame. My friends tell me that I’m acting as if they are true. They urge me to speak up for myself. But I just can’t. I’m afraid.

Sometimes I sit and wonder what I have done wrong. I accepted my calling into the ministry. After college I went to seminary to get my credentials. I am as well prepared or more so than most.

I hate having to prove myself over and over again.

I’ve been in this entry-level position 3 years. I haven’t been ordained. Yet male seminary students join the church and are ordained within 6 months. When I ask about my ordination I’m told that I have more to learn and it’s coming soon. I accept that answer because I’m afraid to challenge it. I don’t want to get a bad reputation.

I’ve shared my experience with a professor at my seminary. She has put me in touch with some female pastors. I am hoping to join one of their staffs.

I suppose nothing will change as long as I’m afraid to speak out. I wasn’t always like this. I started out at this church so excited about being on staff. But I have been beat down verbally so much that I don’t know what to do.

I am well steeped in scripture.

I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper. But I’m afraid.

I know that God makes a way out of no way. But I’m still afraid.

I know that God has not given us a spirit of fear. But I’m so afraid.

Afraid to speak out.

Afraid to tell my story.

Afraid someone will identify me.

Until I get into a more supportive environment and find my voice, I will remain afraid.

Woman In The Pulpit – My Story

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My first year as a pastor was unbelievable!  So I sat down with author Margaree Mitchell to tell my story. Woman In The Pulpit covers my first year as pastor of Hopewell Church. It was a year filled with challenges but there were also joyous moments. I wanted to implement the things I had learned in seminary.  I thought I might encounter opposition at some point.  But it never occurred to me that the all-male Ministerial Alliance would line up against me and do everything in their power to run me out-of-town.

Woman In The Pulpit is available wherever eBooks are sold.