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Intimidating

March 7, 2007

Let me begin by expressing to you just how much I love Carolyn McCulley. She is a 40-something woman who has never been married and to whom God has granted insight that I covet. If you’re not familiar with her or her writing, I highly suggest getting to know a little about her. You’ll be glad at you did.

She wrote an exceptional blog today… maybe moreso than she normally does. It kicked me right in the teeth of my overbearing persona. I’ll share it here with you.

Our January series about the good goal of getting married is still ongoing, though just periodically at this point. Today, we’re going to explore the intimidation factor. For some of you, this won’t ring any bells. For others of you, it will raise a red flag and ring lots of bells. Perhaps you have heard men describe you as intimidating, though usually you only hear it second-hand and it puzzles or angers you. When women are described as intimidating, it’s not the same way as it’s meant for men. Typically, we’re not physically threatening to men, so what do men mean when they say this?

539297_subwayFeminists have generally interpreted this to mean that a successful woman is intimidating to men. So when they hear this, they react with scorn at men who can’t handle a woman who is competent on many fronts. That’s what I used to believe, too, having been thoroughly indoctrinated in my feminist, unbelieving past. Even for several years as a Christian, I maintained a similar view. But then I had a few key conversations and the light started to dawn. With that feedback and a look at Scripture (certainly the Proverbs 31 woman is ultra-competent and she is being celebrated, not dismissed!), I realized intimidation has nothing to do with successful performance but everything to do with attitude.

For example, during a Q&A session a few years ago at a women’s retreat, a single woman asked me what it means when a man says a woman is intimidating. She wanted to know if that was a code word for being too successful, too ugly, too whatever. I told her that I think it has more to do with the “vibe” a woman gives off. This is short-hand, I said, for the demeanor, attitude, and communication style a woman has. A woman is either peaceful and gentle, which are fruits of a heart that is humble and trusts God, or she is turbulent with the pushy arrogance and impatience of a woman who is self-centered. Men are intimidated when they think they will encounter a brick wall in trying to lead or serve a woman like this. It has more to do with an unyielding and judging spirit than competence. I had it on good authority as I had learned this information the hard way–the result of many conversations with patient men (and women!) who were willing to help me learn and change.

That’s why I nodded and cringed with recognition as I read the chapter on women with strong personalities from Peacemaking Women, by Tara Klena Barthel and Judy Dabler.

Whether at home or in the workplace, women with leadership gifts and strong personalities will be prone to conflict. . . .By leadership gifts we mean the ability to encourage and motivate people to follow. By strong personality we mean that combination of vivaciousness and infectious enthusiasm that often accompanies bright minds and verbal prowess. . . .Sometimes a woman with a strong personality does not understand how she comes across to the people around her. We both cringe when we consider how we related with people when we were in our twenties. Often we were decisive–and intimidating. We were determined–and disrespectful. Instead of understanding that some people thrive in more contemplative environments, we communicated with people in ways that implied we thought they were slow or weak. We were blind on how much our drivenness communicated that we believed others lacked passion and importance simply because they did not strive to accomplish as many goals or objectives as we did. Ironically, that same drivenness came from a desire to succeed and to bless the people around us. But our attitudes and our behaviors put people off and caused conflict.

In this chapter, the authors are not implying that women with such gifts are called to lead a family or a church. They recognize the appropriate spheres in which women are called by Scripture to use their gifts. What they want us to understand is the impact of the arrogance and lack of appreciation for others that often characterizes women with strong personalities. In plain old Christian terms, we need humility. One practical way to mortify pride is to cultivate gratitude for the contributions and gifts of others. We also need to view ourselves from another perpective and realize that relationships are more important to God than our “accomplishments.” I put that in quotes because our puny accomplishments are laughable because we do nothing on our own, anyway. God enables everything we do, including our next breath.

Instead of rushing through life, task-oriented female leaders are called to grow in love and develop understanding. One way we can do this is to redeem the time by becoming an observer of people and the world. Beginning with ourselves, we can learn to become a student of others. Instead of being satisfied with accomplishing our substantive goals while being blind to how we are relating with people, we are called to understand and to serve others in love. To understand others and ourselves better, we can quietly ask ourselves: What nonverbal cues am I observing? Are they comfortable, or am I talking too fast? How often am I interrupting? Has everyone in the room had an opportunity to talk? Am I communicating genuine interest and care? . . .

Women with powerful personalities tend to experience great tension because we know we are to be humble but deep in our hearts a war rages. Even though we would probably not admit it to many people, deep down we believe that compared to others, we often know more, understand more, and have the right way to do things. Such pride leads to conflicts and broken relationships. In the words of Susan Hunt, “Pride always divides, but the cross unites.” God’s grace develops humility in us and enables us to show the world Jesus.

Finally, the authors address the tension women with strong personalities can create for those in leadership.

Women with strong personalities can be affirming to their leaders, causing them to delight in the joys of having someone who believes in them and supports them with great passion. When those times arise that women with strong personalities are called upon to submit to decisions with which they don’t agree, their same powerful personalities can cause terror in others. Leaders can fear angering strong women because they do not want to endure our wrath and disdain.

And there you have it–that last sentence sums up the intimidation factor. No one wants to endure wrath and disdain from a proud, judgmental woman. So please don’t let worldly thinking confuse competence with arrogance. We see many competent women with strong faith in Scripture. Competence is not the problem, sin is. But there is hope for change! God’s grace can enable us all to tame the sinful aspects of a “strong personality” so that we use that same strength with compassion and love, not to dominate but to build up and serve others.

I pray that our Father will grant me grace and a deeper understanding of this discipline.

The best thing I’ve read all day:

October 3, 2006

“His will for you was not to be yoked to a jackmonkey!”

I love you, Little Miss Fairy Foo Foo!

Especially on Days Like These

August 29, 2006

Today is a weird day.

Since moving to Dallas last year, there have been few times where I felt quite the pull of wanderlust as firmly as today. Jones SBC Stadium Today I miss Lubbock.  I miss the lights of Jones Stadium.  I miss the Will Rogers Statue.  I miss the Buddy Holly Memorial.  I miss the sulfuric taste in the tap water.  I miss my church.  I miss my friends.

It could be the grand entrance of football season, and with it the desire for cooler weather, tailgating, and fellow Tech fans.  It could be the approaching anniversary of my conversion expirience and the amazing coffee that accompanied it at Sugar Brown’sCaramel Apple LatteIt could be the memories of movie nights, sleepovers, and game-watching parties at my old house on 43rd Street, and the roommate who shared it with me.  No matter the cause, I am nostalgic and having to fight myself to avoid a roadtrip I cannot afford this coming weekend.

I get this feeling every now and again.  I start remembering the amazing people from that little, dusty, flat panhandle town, and I miss the relationships I formed there.  Have no doubt-  I was incredibly immature when I lived there… not to mention as lost as they come until shortly before my departure, but I felt the love and support of so many on a regular basis.

Marla & Justin Barnard, who own Sugar Brown’s were a shining example of Christ in the way that they ran their business and loved every person who walked through the doors.  All the folks at Quaker Avenue Baptist thought I was completely nuts, I’m sure, but they loved me in spite of myself.  Sometimes that meant tough love was due, and I’m thankful for it.  Joe Morrow and Andy Hedges kicked my pants with Scripture regularly, and God used their words and witness in my conversion.  Joe MorrowAndy HedgesTheir music inspired me, too!  It was Andy and his very good buddy Brent who drove to San Antonio, packed up everything I owned in the back of his pickup, and moved me to Lubbock.  It was Joe who picked up where those guys left off and continuously fed me Scripture until that December afternoon when God granted me understanding. 

How blessed was I to live there?  Most people would curse the day they moved into Lubbock, Texas, but my experience was nothing short of providential from start to finish.

Here's to HindsightI think that sometimes I long to relive that experience because it is so evident now that God was at work.  I am really ready for my life to make sense… for these feelings of loneliness and want to mean something.  It reminds me of an excerpt from Tara Leigh Cobble’s new book Here’s to Hindsight that I read today.  In it, she said, “It’s (Here’s to hindsight) a toast we both still use, because it feels like a toast to God. ‘I don’t understand You,’ it says, ‘but I know You’re doing something good here.”  I pray that God would remind me of that very fact, especially on days like these.  Especially on days like these: when I am sinfully bored and anxious to do something new.  I pray that He’d surround me with amazing and wonderful people who will make me feel as loved as I did three years ago this time of year, or if not, that He’d make me increasingly aware that all I need is HIS love and HIS presence.  Because, I’ve got to tell you, it’s getting kind of dry in this life of mine.

Dear Brandon,

August 7, 2006

In response to your recent email I felt this reply was both necessary and fully explanatory… Good luck on your marriage.  

You’re not sure that you love me
But you’re not sure enough to let me go
Baby it ain’t fair you know to just keep me hangin round
You say you don’t wanna hurt me
Don’t wanna see my tears
So why are you still standing here just watchin me drown
And it’s alright, yeah I’ll be fine
Don’t worry about this heart of mine
Just, take your love and hit the road
There’s nothing you can do or say
You’re gonna break my heart anyway
So just, leave the pieces when you go

Now you can drag out the heartache
Or baby you can make it quick
Really get it over with and just let me move on
Don’t concern yourself with this mess you left for me
I can clean it up you see just as long as you’re gone

And it’s alright, yeah I’ll be fine
Don’t worry about this heart of mine
Just, take your love and hit the road
There’s nothing you can do or say
You’re gonna break my heart anyway
So just leave the pieces when you go

You’re not making up your mind
It’s killing me wasting time
I need so much more than that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And it’s alright, yeah I’ll be fine
Don’t worry about this heart of mine
Just, take your love and hit the road
There’s nothing you can do or say
You’re gonna break my heart anyway
So just leave the pieces when you go
Leave the pieces when you go
Leave the pieces when you go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave the pieces when you go

 

  

Leave The Pieces by The Wreckers

New

July 29, 2006

I go back and forth between being ok with being single and absolutely hating it.  It sort of scares me to think that I might never be married.  I’m forced to consider the idea that God’s plan for me doesn’t include a husband… doesn’t include children.  It’s interesting how easily something so “American” as wanting a family can become an idol.  It’s an idol in my life that I am forced to battle against on a moment-by-moment basis.  I reminds me of this scripture:

Collasians 2:See to it that no one takes you captive by philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the world, and not according to Christ. For in him the whole fullness of deity dwells bodily, 10 and you have been filled in him, who is the head of all rule and authority. 11 In him also you were circumcised with a circumcision made without hands, by putting off the body of the flesh, by the circumcision of Christ, 12 having been buried with him in baptism, in which you were also raised with him through faith in the powerful working of God, who raised him from the dead. 13 And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, 14 by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross. 15 He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame, by triumphing over them in him.

for him.

April 24, 2006

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that’s far away
And when I’m done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you

I’m no longer moved to drink strong whisky
‘Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter’s still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years

But I don’t want you thinking I don’t get asked to dinner
‘Cause I’m here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you

If I lived till I was 102
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you

colin hay

Interesting exchange between the security guard and me…

March 16, 2006

Synopsis: A rather large African-American man, about 40 years old, proceeds to flatter Stephanie by walking her to her car and complimenting her before asking her out to lunch…

Him: Here, let me walk you to your car.
Me: I’m ok.
Him: No, I’d like to walk you. (we begin walking through the parking garage) So what kind of work do you do?
Me: Insurance.
Him: Oh! That’s a good industry to be in. You can make a lot of money doing that. Why are you here so late?
Me: Just tying up some loose ends. (we arrive at my car; I get in, leaving the door open.)
Him: You look young. How old are you?
Me: Twenty-five.
Him: Oh! You aaaare young! I thought you were like 30.
Me: (thinking: gee, thanks…) Hahaha. Welp, have a good night.
Him: Do you do that yourself?
Me: Do what?
Him: (pointing to my hair) That. Do you do that yourself?
Me: (thinking: what? you mean wash and brush my hair?) Uh, yeah.
Him: Well, it is beautiful. You do a good job.
Me: (thinking: riiiiiiight…) Thank you. Well, I’d better go.
Him: Well, I was thinking that maybe one day I’ll come up to your office and take you to lunch.
Me: (panicking!) Oh, well, I don’t often leave for lunch, but maybe…
Him: Oh, I’m sorry. I work from 3 to 11. My lunch is probably your dinner time.
Me: Oh, well, maybe sometime we’ll come. (Trying hard to difuse the awkwardness comes out in strange ways)
Him: Yeah, well some time.
Me: Well, I’ve really got to go. I need to make it to Party City before it closes.
Him: Oh? Are you having a party?
Me: (thinking: what about “I’ve got to go,” doesn’t this guy get?) Yeah, a St. Patrick’s Day thing.
Him: I’m Irish. I’m hoping to get a kiss on St. Patty’s Day.
Me: (completely ooged out) Oh, well good luck with that. I guess I’ll see you another time!
Him: What year is your car? It’s really nice.
Me: (thinking: sunuva…) It’s an ‘89. It’s a really good car. So I’ll see you later! (shutting the door)
Him: Bye!

Ok, so I’m not that desperate to find a husband…

Single-Minded

November 20, 2005

Just yesterday, I had to say goodbye to the idea that I’d found ‘the one’, although he didn’t know it yet. That sounds silly, but in all honesty, I was convinced that we were just friends for now, but that eventually he would realize what a great thing he was missing and declare his undying love for me. And after a deep discussion on the ever-present Arminian/Calvinist debate, I had the epiphany that he is not ‘the one’ and that it’s time I stop trying to make it so. This hurt to even think, much less admit out loud to the man in question.

Over and over again, I find myself questioning why I am single when I want so desperately to be married. Foolishly, I ask myself, why does He say “ask and you will receive” when this is obviously not the case? I mean, afterall, I’m not asking Him for something that is wrong – I’m asking to live in an institution that God Himself created.

I soon snap out of it and realize that there is more than one problem with my thinking here. The first is my question about unanswered prayer, and I have to say that better theological minds than mine have wrestled with this question and I’m not going to pretend I know the answer in its entirety. But in a sense, all prayers are actually answered–God is not ignoring us. Either the answer is yes, no, or wait, but we don’t always know which is the correct answer until it unfolds in our lives. All I know is that the Lord solved my greatest dilemma–His judgment of my sin and His righteous condemnation–through His own sacrifice on my behalf. Because of that, I know I am His beloved. Though there are times when I don’t understand why I have these seemingly unanswered desires, I do remind myself occasionally that my life is not my own. I have been purchased by His blood and I am His. So the overarching question in my life is, in light of what He did for me on Calvary, is my life my own to command? No. Instead, I must ask myself, “Whose am I?” The answer is: The Lord’s. As such, He is free to use me however He pleases for His glory. But His glory is always for my good. So there’s no contradiction there. It feels like a contradiction in this fallen world, but that’s only my present experience–an experience shaped by my idolatrous desires, the oppression of my spiritual enemy, the pressure of this world that wants me to be conformed to it and not to my Savior. In time, I will come to see why His answer of “wait” or even “no” was the best one possible.

The second is the question of my purpose in life, which, if you read here often, you know comes up more often than not. It is obvious when I wrestle with questions such as this that I don’t trust God to just be God. You might have noticed that some of my topic headings have changed with this post… my new “God” post title is, “I gave in and admitted that God was God.” It’s a quote by C.S. Lewis that seems to apply to just about everything in life. God is. He knows. He orchestrates. He disciplines. He loves. And all the while, I just don’t get it. I am so selfish and self-centered that when God is just God and my pea-brain can’t process His purpose, I throw temper tantrums about how my life sucks. Oh me of little faith.

It sure is a good thing that He is in control of my life. What a train wreck I’d make of it otherwise!

November 11, 2005

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I’m thinking ’bout calling on Jesus
‘Cuz love doesnt hurt so I know I’m not falling in love
I’m just falling to pieces
And if this is giving up then I’m giving up
If this is giving up then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love

November 11, 2005

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I’m thinking ’bout calling on Jesus
‘Cuz love doesnt hurt so I know I’m not falling in love
I’m just falling to pieces
And if this is giving up then I’m giving up
If this is giving up then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love