“You’re a woman! You CAN’T be ordained.”
That’s what they tell me—
I don’t belong in that box you’re attempting to shove me in. I won’t fit.
I have a bone to pick, so let’s break it down.
I am NOT here to give you comfort.
I am here to give you a message.
Like it or not, I grew up in the church, school and all—I have chapters memorized.
While the patriarchy pushed its political agenda over time, amongst the very pages you read on Sunday, I come to flip the tables and break through those glass walls.
I use my title to show you what you should be doing.
I use my title to show compassion.
I use my title to show how to coexist.
I use my title to dismantle the system.
I use my title to prove a point.
I do what others dare not.
So for those the shoe fits on, the ‘Christians’ that set aside their true roles to conformity, blindly and with rose-colored glasses on—I primarily speak to you.
It is time to corner the lazy mindset and stop deflecting into compliant despair.
Many love to use the “God will fix it later” excuse as a free pass to ignore what is happening to the planet and towards your neighbours, but let’s look at the actual text.
The very first job humanity was ever given was to tend and keep the garden—that is a divine commandment, not a suggestion. It is basic respect; you don’t leave your house a filthy, toxic disaster just because you think the landlord is going to remodel eventually.
God is NOT your maid.
Just look at King Saul. God handed him an entire kingdom, Saul decided he didn’t need to listen to the actual instructions on how to run it, and God snatched the crown right off his head.
What happens when you don’t listen?
You don’t get the keys.
Disobedience is disobedience.
If we actively refuse to maintain the very first gift we were entrusted with, what makes anyone think they are getting the keys to the eternal kingdom?
You don’t get rewarded for trashing the house.
You ought to be maintaining.
Because while you wait using your tap in your home, people are dying elsewhere without safe water.
While you are waiting, a homeless man seeks shelter underneath a bench somewhere, alone.
While you wait, communities go hungry.
While we put in wells and invite you to collaborate—you walk away.
While we provide meals to those in need, you turn away mothers in need of formula.
That is neither humble nor meek.
That is not spiritual patience; it is arrogance.
You may want to clean up the home you were given before you get the same words, “I never knew you.”
Put that shoe on, lace it up, and wear it if this applies to you.
Because WE can do better, you just deliberately choose not to.
When other faiths step up to the plate and close the gaps—you hide.
If you knock, will that door actually open to you if you refuse to do the same when there’s a need?
Failing an open-book test says more about you than it does those doing the work you refuse to do.
-Rose