Eve in Exile and the Restoration of Femininity

by Rebekah Merkle

basically doing their own little reenactment of the Israelites in the wilderness.

sometimes when we demand more from God, He gives it to us and we choke on it.

The women of our country demanded meat, and God has given it to us not, I think, as a blessing, but rather as a curse.

Out of the feminist leaders whom we have looked at, each and every one of them was not just a generic unbeliever who had never thought about religion one way or another—each one was philosophically opposed to Christianity, and that is not an irrelevant detail.

Our job is to make holiness beautiful, to make it taste.

If theology is a river, women dig the canals that bring the water into every part of the garden.

What the pastors explain with words, women sing with hot food, with wine, with welcoming homes, with love and joy that spills out into everything they touch and that draws people irresistibly to the truth that is being embodied.

an ignorant woman may just be one of the most lethal dangers on the planet.

When the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, that Incarnation was the salvation of the world. In a much smaller way, on a smaller scale, women are called to take the Word and then make it flesh—how could that not be incredibly powerful and transformative? How could we look at our task and think it’s demeaning, or brainless, or small, or a distant second fiddle to the men’s assignment? How could we see that opportunity and then fuss because we wanted to stand in the pulpit or sit in a cubicle instead?