I am sitting on the floor looking through boxes of old pictures from college and I’m cringing. And not just because college is now fourteen years behind me and the hairstyles were bad (which they were). Picture after picture of revealing dresses and low-cut shirts. I was a Christian, but modesty was not on my radar.
Submission has often been perceived as a straightjacket for women; a one-size-fits-all solution for the battle of the sexes within the walls of Christian institutions. We’ve divorced submission from our relationship with God, forgetting to define this relational hierarchy by His character rather than ours. Then we transferred this broken picture onto our conception of God Himself, warping our understanding of who He is and the submission to which He has called us.
“Your marriage is not your own. Stop treating it like it is. You WILL destroy it if you continue to act as if it belongs only to you. Not because you necessarily want to, but you can’t help yourself apart from me. If you aren’t living for Me, you are only living for yourself. At any moment in your given life, if you aren’t living to glorify Me---you are striving for your own glory. Stop. Or you will destroy everything I have given you.”
We don’t know how to rest. We are not trained, nor do we teach people how to create a healthy rhythm of rest. There’s also no easy formula to rest either. When we fail to rest we are pushing God aside and saying, “No, I got this.” When I don’t rest and keep going on with life I am acting as if I am lord of the universe.
Is finding a church family a lot like some of the criteria we put forth when looking to date someone? “Yes, I would like a church that is witty, always available for me to talk to when I want, interested in serving my every whim and desire, wants to be involved in my life (but not too much), thinks I’m pretty special, accepts me exactly for who I am and is particularly thankful for the privilege of knowing me?”