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Facing My Fears

Quick link: Another Chance to Be Afraid – and Trust God

Today I have another piece published (see also Djiboutian Women at the Gym in the Sahan Journal), sometimes they all just fall on the same day. This essay is in Her.meneutics, a branch off of Christianity Today. My last pieces for them include:

The Good Female Samaritan

You Can’t Buy Your Way to Social Justice (or Why I’m Afraid of American Christians)

Today’s piece is about the Garissa attack that took place on Maunday Thursday. I wrote a blog post about it (Whispers in the Dark, Garissa) and this essay branches into another direction, away from grief and into fear.

When I Am Afraid

…I fear a lot of things. Malaria. Loneliness. Physical pain. I can’t sleep the nights my kids are flying between Djibouti and Kenya for school. Easter Sunday after the Garissa attacks I noticed that our church hadn’t placed any armed guards outside like they often do on holidays. During the service, my body was tense and my eyes constantly flicked to the doorway.

If forced to choose between “brave” and “coward” to describe myself, I have to say coward. I am the woman cowering behind Jesus, clinging to the edges of his robes, trembling. I’m the one saying, “I want to be with you. I want to go with you. But are you sure you want to go there? You really want to do that?”…

Click here to read the rest of Another Chance to Be Afraid – and Trust God

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The Good Samaritan For Women

Quick link: The Good Female Samaritan: What I learned when I passed a man on the road

Yesterday I had a post up at Her.meneutics (had to look up how to spell that one) about when I ran by a man I thought was dead.

What is a woman supposed to do in a country where she isn’t certain about the cultural boundaries, her own safety, or causing offense to the man on the road? The essay chronicles my journey of surprise, compassion, confusion, anger, and eventual deepened understanding. Would love to hear your thoughts.

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Click here to read about what I did and how I felt conflicted about it and what a difficult conversation with my husband helped me understand: The Good Female Samaritan.