So what is a woman’s worth in God’s economy? How does watching for God in the Bible help us with this? Previously I wrote about how someone (I think her father) told my Mom she didn’t need a college education because she was “just a woman.” But what does God say about the worth of a woman?
The Bible does answer the question. The Apostle Peter wrote: “Coming to Him as to a living stone, rejected indeed by men, but chosen by God and precious, you also, as living stones, are being built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.” (NKJV)
The apostles Peter and Paul both taught about relationships–household codes they’re called. Even slaves were included since slaves were being converted and needed to know how to honor God in their day to day lives. This was not a comment approving slavery, it was an encouragement to believers no matter what their present situation. But the passage above and others are written to all people. They might be rejected as their Savior was, but in God’s eyes all people, men and women, are precious–a holy priesthood, Peter says. We ourselves make up a “spiritual house,” a temple in other words. No longer do people need to go to a special place to find God. They can find Him in us, His own “special people” who are “chosen, royal, holy” (v. 9). What does that tell us about a woman’s worth?
You’re just a woman, you don’t need college. That’s what my mother heard when she was a girl. Thinking about girls and how they are prepared to lead (or not), I’ve decided to re-publish a poem I wrote. The original model was by George Ella Lyon, a poet from Kentucky. I followed her style and wrote my own poetic memoir. I’ve marked in bold a particular line my Mom heard and I still feel the pain when I remember. Watching for God involves looking for our purpose, a way to use our gifts. My Mom didn’t have a chance to do that, except that she told me she loved being a wife and mother. I am thankful. I, too, loved being a mother, and now a grandmother. There are five boys and one girl. Can anyone imagine saying to my granddaughter, “You don’t need college, you’re just a woman?”
I am from a tee-totaler and a flag waver
I am from a drummer boy from Boston
and a Pennsylvania farm girl
salty tears lonely.
I am from pen pals and he proposed before they met
and a match made with postage stamps.
I am from he always wanted two little girls and a white picket fence
and she wished he’d not spend so much on flowers.
I am from a disabled vet with a broken body
and Jesus is the Great Physician.
I am from “You’re not any better but you’re just as good”
and “Don’t play with fire or you’ll get burned.”
I’m from a two-bedroom house on Sunday Street and
the Johnstown Flood which happened again.
I am from steel mills and a city bus
And Saturday rides to the downtown library.
I am from a writer-dreamer with no place to write and the girl
who was told “You don’t need college, you’re just a woman.”
I am from both – the dreamer and the disappointed farm girl
Who struggled to give me safety and opportunity.