revelation

"So, I think I'm a feminist," I said as we pulled into the parking lot of Mellow Mushroom. As good a place as any to come to such a heady realization.

"Well, yeah," Dan replied knowingly. 

Apparently he's known all along. Since we first met he's known. I'm not sure how that's possible since those words have never passed through my lips in my entire life. 

I suppose for most people this might seem like a trivial revelation, but for me it's kinda big. I've spent my whole life believing that to be a feminist is almost synonymous with being a satan worshipper (except, instead of sacrificing babies, feminists sacrifice their bras). 

I'm not really sure what it changes - my beliefs are the same; I've just assigned them a label that I had been resistant to my entire existence. 

I'm sure that Mark Driscoll and Pat Robertson would have me condemned to hell for simply uttering those damning words, but here I am. The lightning did not strike me down, and I still love Jesus.

I'm curious, do you have thoughts on being both a feminist and a Christian?