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?
