How did we come to this?

As a Christian woman, I have Christian friends, obviously, but not all Christians see or deal with issues the same way.

In light of New York legalising 40 week abortions I have seen most Christian women react by saying this is the work of the devil and the moral fabric of society is being ripped apart.

Imagine you’re that woman. Imagine you have gotten to a place where giving birth to a dead baby is your only and best option. At 40 weeks, that’s what that abortion is. There’s A LOT of restrictions on the 40 week abortions. They’re mostly reserved for late diagnosis of health risks to the mother or the baby or birth defects, which unfortunately can include Down Syndrome.

I am anti abortion but when friends have confided in me they have had one I don’t get up and walk out on them. I take them to dinner, I ask them how they feel, I ask them if there is anything I can do for them. I love them, because that’s what Jesus did for the adulteress woman (John 7), and the lady with oil (Luke 7), and the woman with the issue of blood (Luke 8). And just like I believe Jesus is God coming and taking a walk in our shoes, I try to walk in theirs and try to imagine how I could get to a place where I think abortion is my best option.

When I do this, I come up with this list of things I am more ‘anti’ than abortion.

  • Sex Ed that only says, save it for marriage instead of going through the female reproductive cycle and the stages of foetal development.
  • Men refusing to wear condoms because it doesn’t feel as good.
  • Church communities that are so ‘religious’ they would make a young woman feel ashamed to bring a baby into the world unmarried.
  • The break down of families so women don’t feel supported.
  • High rents.
  • Unaffordable education.
  • Not enough education on diet during pregnancy to minimise the amount of birth defects.
  • The fact that Down Syndrome is still seen as a birth defect.
  • Misdiagnosis of birth defects.
  • The lack of mental health professionals to help these women feel they can deal with any difficult situation.
  • Rape and violence against women.
Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

The outrage over the penalties for killing an eagle egg versus the lack of consequences for abortion I’ve seen posted many times. I know that God gave us ‘dominion over the animals’ in Genesis and scientifically speaking we do have bigger brains than they do so maybe we are more important. But the population of eagles, particularly in North America has only just left endangered, thanks to the government putting a stop to the use of DDT insecticide in agriculture which thinned the egg shells and meant many generations of eagles were never born. Having dominion doesn’t mean exercising your authority over another being. It means loving and caring for it. We’ve already killed 1000’s of eagles as well as making 1000’s of women feel like they are evil because they felt abortion was they’re only option.

If we truly believe that life begins at conception, let’s remember that it continues all the way to death, and into eternity. Let’s love and support those of us in our lives. Let’s let them know they are supported no matter how the choices they make affect their lives and ours. Let us let them know we have their backs and then maybe, instead of feeling alone and with only one, life-altering choice, they will rise up with wings as eagles and raise an incredible next generation.

This is quite a controversial subject. If you agree with me let me know. If you disagree with me, let me know.

I’m also doing some research on viewpoint of sex, dating and relationships in the church. I’d love for you to be part of that dialogue. There’s an anonymous survey at the link below to share your thoughts.

Be blessed xR

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeRria-Rnln3g6-oq0PlkZZXd3i-kimjZ_gddh0ytzd7sL4PA/viewform

To Date or not to Date? That is the Question.

Last night a Christian friend was telling me about the date he had planned for the following day. He told us about how he’d met her on a Christian dating site. We asked, would you recommend it? He said, to begin with it was a nightmare because he’s get around 50 women a day. I was not surprised by this in the slightest.

Growing up in pentecostal church the question of dating is one thwart with all kinds of magical nuances, innuendo and metaphor.

At pentecostal school (oh yes, I was that deep in the hole) I was lucky enough to have one of the more progressive Christian science teachers. He told us like it was on a lot of issues that other teachers would lace with guilt and shame for even thinking about. So when we were talking about sex and relationships, he likened sex outside of marriage to pie. If you keep giving your pie away you’re going to run out of pie. Apparently you have never ending pie within marriage, but at 15 and having a crush on him I didn’t come up with that at the time. And while this may have been aimed at sex before marriage it also felt like it was also aimed at dating and making sure you don’t run out of love pie. Or at the least, don’t make yourself unavailable to the person God has for you by dating someone you shouldn’t.

Photo by Valeria Boltneva on Pexels.com

I was a teenager in the days of Joshua Harris‘ ‘I Kissed Dating Goodbye.’ I myself never read it but the Christian girl I thought was my long distance friend and whom I admired the most made me feel like a backslide heathen at the mere mention of dating that I learnt this is clearly not what we do as young christian women. However, the same friend when she came to my town to visit her sister, prioritised meeting up with a boy rather than even call me to tell me she was in town.

My own mother had given us strict instructions we weren’t allowed to date until we were 18, and then when I was 18 till I’d finished university. I understood this came from my mother watching her sister get pregnant at 16 to a youth leader. I only had two boyfriends behind her back but couldn’t deal with the guilt. Also, they weren’t very good boyfriends so I’m glad the guilt took over.

At 21 after coming to the end of an emotionally abusive relationship, that wasn’t even a relationship but I was staying with him because, how else was he going to know Jesus? A more mature friend of mine recommended I only group date from now on, because coffee is never just coffee. Her advice protected me through a lot of potentially hurtful situations but I could never figure out, if I’m group dating, how do I actually end up with one person?

Photo by Sharefaith on Pexels.com

And then there was the wonder of Soul Ties. Now, people laugh when I talk about Soul Ties but I swear I had to stop hugging men at church because too many of the crazies thought I was into them. And why wouldn’t they when they get to press their chests against my boobs and call it ‘building community’?

In the year or so before I met my husband I was in a long distance relationship that I knew served no other purpose than to be a plaster on my loneliness and physical touch when we happened to be in the same city at the same time. I didn’t worry about Soul Ties, because I knew God was faithful to break them, and when the time came he would. I wasn’t worried about love pie running out because God is my eternal source of pie. I even dated other people in that time because I wasn’t worried that I might be making myself unavailable for the person God had for me. God knows the time and the place and the person and I had to trust that.

When my head and my heart started getting confused about the long distance relationship, I cut off and decided that I would have 3 months as just me and God. Three weeks later God sent me my husband.

Photo by Jasmine Wallace Carter on Pexels.com

So where do I stand on dating. The same place as Nike: Just Do It. I think I got given the right advice at the right times in my life but I don’t think it was universal for everyone or every season of life.

Know that not everyone you meet is going to be the one. Know that sometimes the other person may not be feeling what you’re feeling. That will hurt but God will get you through it. You need to practice saying, ‘I Love You.’ You need to practice not hearing it back. Don’t be guilted into dates.

There is nothing wrong with you if the only people who are interested in you are non-christians. I feel like this up until I met my husband. I had never dated a christian. Ever. And then I met my husband, a man only just finding God. I broke up with him because he needed to go on his own journey but God told me to go out with him again because I would remember why I fell in love with God in the first place. But if I hadn’t dated those other guys before I wouldn’t have recognised Gods voice in the situation. And God wouldn’t have known that I’d be prepared to give up anything for Him.

Obviously, the biggest issue is getting those Christian boys to ask you out but most of them are just as scared to ask us out as we are of them. So just go for it.

As always, this is my experience but I’d love to hear what you have to say on the issue. Do you agree? Do you disagree? Please leave me a comment or get involved by filling out the survey on Christian Sexuality at this link.

A Woman’s Right to Choose

IMG_6488 I recently read an article in Stylist magazine by Lucy Mangan about men video taping consent from their prospective sexual partners. I searched the web for it and couldn’t find it but I swear it existed.

Coming from a UK teaching background where I had to evidence just about everything that happened in my classroom without actually video taping the class room I initially thought, well done to these proactive men and women, entering into a contract which, growing up in church and having NO SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE shoved down our throats without full explanation of why we should, makes total sense. Marriage is legally binding and so is a video confession. Yep, I’m on board.

agree agreement ankreuzen arrangement
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

As I read the article I realised Lucy was against the concept, and I realised I still didn’t fully grasp the concept of consent.

It was a mixture of wanting to be the best christian in the world and a fear of having children that kept me from having sex before marriage. After getting married I realised my fear of having children was part of the reason it took a month and a half before my husband actually got to penetrate me.

I had many opportunities to have sex and I let myself get very close to those experiences but I said no from the first kiss. The first guy that I dated got me down to my knickers before I started having the panic attack that made him realise he may have convinced me to get this far but if he took it any further he was raping me. Thank God he stopped. After him I had two rules for any bedtime fun that momentarily made me forget how lonely I was: CLOTHES STAY ON AT ALL TIMES AND YOU ARE NEVER ON ME. Sure, a hand could slip up my shirt, down the back of my jeans; if you lay down the law like that most don’t try to slip it down the front, however I did find that they’d try fingering me through my jeans. Men have no idea that actually feels like cleaning out your nose with sand paper, making it very easy to say, you need to stop that.

close up portrait of cat
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

As clothes were on, you could have fun but nothing could happen that you’d really regret. You couldn’t talk about it at church connect group because someone would make you feel guilty for being the everything but girl, but you’d remember those passionate kisses the rest of your life.

As I continued reading Lucy’s article she pointed out that all though I would say no, and continue to say no until the guy realised I wasn’t playing hard to get and fall asleep and leaving me awake the rest of the night full of sexual energy, other women, including christian women, get to a point where they feel confident enough to say, yes I will have sex with you. Just like I had the opportunity to say, ok I’ll let you take my top off, she has the opportunity to say no I don’t want to do this anymore. If he’s got her consent on video he could rape her and get away with it because he’s already got her consent on video. It was at this point I realised what a wise woman Lucy Mangan is.

close up photography of owl
Photo by Jean van der Meulen on Pexels.com

How many of us have gotten into the position where we have thought, well I let this happen so I deserve this. Imagine if you have video evidence of something you regret saying, even just a few minutes before. You already feel vulnerable and now it’s being used against you. If that first guy had a camera phone back then (I’m a millennial but I was ‘active’ pre camera phones) I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t have been a virgin when I got married. He was so good with the emotional abuse he would have put that in my face and I would have felt responsible and let him take those knickers off.

angry bad john art black and white emotion
Photo by Jan Prokes on Pexels.com

I’ve had a lot of friends describe sexual experiences to me where they felt like they’d been coerced into ‘trying something new’ or hadn’t really ‘felt up for it’ but followed through because she felt bad. You see it on their faces as they realise, “I was kind of raped”. They quickly dismiss it as a bad experience because that’s easier to deal with.

It’s only since I’ve been married that I understand why sex should be saved for marriage. For us ladies it’s invasive, we’re sharing our bodies. Depending on what sort of hymen you have (follow the link to see the different types) the penis will either slide in nicely or rip you apart. I was ripped apart. If I’d experienced that with anyone I’d been with before my husband, I think I would have hated sex and been so self conscious the whole time. Even without the addition of sex in my earlier experiences I spent the whole time in bed with them thinking, are they bored of me, do they actually like me, how long are they actually going to be in my life? My husband can’t escape. He had to put up with a good 6 months of me not knowing what the hell was going on with my body. Turning sex into a science project while I figured out how the inside of my vagina worked. Most importantly, how do I get that penetrative orgasm? But we got there. I knew that he loved and supported me in every other aspect of my life and he did exactly the same thing in the bedroom. But it was hard to begin with.

man and woman sitting on bed
Photo by Zun Zun on Pexels.com

My prayer is if you are a christian and you have had sex before marriage, please don’t feel judged by this. Remember, Jesus has 2 prostitutes named in his family tree. That a woman is mentioned at all is incredible, that a prostitute is mentioned is meaningful. I’m also not calling you a prostitute.

Whether you find yourself in a position where a guy wants to film you giving consent or if you feel coerced or guilted into doing something that doesn’t feel right, you have a right to say no. Even if you did it the last time you were with that person, you can still say no. You have a right to choose. God gave us freedom of choice. My pastor likes to quote Jeremiah 29:11 that God knows the plans he has for you. Plans. That’s plural. He’s got plan A, B, C, D… all the way to infinity. Romans 8:28 says, all things work for those who love the Lord and are called to his purpose. You may have done something that you know wasn’t right for you and, on reflection, could be counted as sexual assault but God has a plan and a purpose for you and He’s working it all together for your good. So go ahead and change your mind. God gave you a woman’s right to choose. And, for my fellow Sex and the City fans, a woman’s right to shoes.

woman at shoe store
Photo by Alexandra Maria on Pexels.com

I hope that this has encouraged you and blessed you. If it has please leave a comment below. If it hasn’t please leave a comment as well and we can chat it out.

We’d also love you to be part of an ongoing study we’re doing into christian culture sexual paradigms. If you’re up for doing a survey to add to our research please head to this link.

xRahab

Hold my Earrings

Tonight I found myself screaming as I ran down a street in semi suburban London. I was chasing a car. Said car had pulled up to the corner as I was walking, honked at me and as I looked into the window I saw 3 young men with their tongues hanging out of their heads and smiling at me like I was juicy steak.

blur cars daylight landscape
Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com

How did I get here? How did I get to the point that I couldn’t just ignore it and walk behind the car? Could it have been that the night before at a well known London nightclub in my first 20mins through the door I had one guy think he could put his hands on my waist, another try get in my line of sight for 5mins before also trying to touch my waist and finally had another guy think that just because he could see my bra straps he had the right to snap them? Could it be the 2 years I lived in Tottenham where I couldn’t walk down the high street without having a man treat me like a prostitute with my ‘favourite’ example being when the guy followed me into a particular fast food chain, tapped me on the shoulder forcing me to take my ear phones out and told me to hurry up with my order because he wanted to talk to me? Or could it be when I first moved to London and I gave my number to what I thought was a nice guy who lived down the street. 10 phone calls a day made it obvious he wanted to be more than just a friend till early one Saturday I morning I spent about an hour of my life on the phone trying to let him down easy because I didn’t want to date anyone at the moment and why would he want to date someone so adamant about not dating him?

pexels-photo-987585.jpeg
Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com

And there in lies why I was screaming down the street, or at least why I kicked the 3 guys in the nightclub.  I don’t have the time to stand there and play the polite girl card and say, ‘um, I’m sorry but what you just did kind of makes me feel like a piece of meat and I’d really just like to walk down the street/ dance in peace.’ I want to get on with my life and it’s near impossible to do over 115 dBA sound system or through a closed car door so a kick in the shins or screaming down the street gets the message across a lot faster.

pexels-photo-62376.jpeg
Photo by Snapwire on Pexels.com

The unfortunate thing is that any man who’s made it this far though my writing without thinking ‘feminist victim crap’ isn’t the issue here. Someone like my husband who didn’t understand why I didn’t dress up more to go out until the time a guy hit on me while he was holding my hand. However, even my nice guy husband described an encounter with one previous sexual partner like this:

I was drunk at a club I saw this blonde girl walking past me and I grabbed her hand and started dancing with her till I suggested we go back to my house and we never really spoke till the morning after.

If my husband had grabbed my hand on the dance floor before I knew him he would have ended up with a punch in the chest.

man couple people woman
Photo by Gratisography on Pexels.com

So what’s going on? Who’s to blame for the current state of the cultural milleu? Is it the way these men are raised? Have they been conditioned to see all women as objects? There’s multiple newspaper, magazine, blog, vlog, whatever else articles on that subject. Or is it these girls that allow themselves to be objects? Like the married woman who told me she wished someone called out ‘hey baby’ at her as she walked down the street. Or the other woman who tried to reassure me that being in a strip club isn’t as sad as I think it is because you see the girls in the bathroom and they have as much cellulite and wrinkles as the rest of us. My body image wasn’t the issue. Just in case it’s still not clear, it’s the objectification of women.

gray ceramic toilet with poster lot
Photo by fotografierende on Pexels.com

Part of the reason I don’t feel so bad for shutting these guys down so quickly is it gives them more time to go and find someone else that meets their needs. Even though it does hurt their pride for a moment, and let me tell you these guys have A LOT of pride, I’m doing them a favour. Then in the morning he can tell her about the crazy girl that kicked him in the shin at the beginning of the night. That’s assuming he’s till there in the morning.

grey scale photo of mouse in textile
Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com

Take home message: doing crazy things when men objectify you starts out as fun but after awhile it will become your reflex action. Trust me you don’t want to go there. Practice zen. You’re better than this. You’re better than them. I’m preaching to myself here :/

two women walking on a seashore
Photo by rawpixel.com on Pexels.com

We’d love to have you contribute to the conversation by leaving a comment below or by filling out the Christian Female Sexuality survey here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeRria-Rnln3g6-oq0PlkZZXd3i-kimjZ_gddh0ytzd7sL4PA/viewform?usp=sf_link

Thanks for coming on the journey.

x Rahab

 

Welcome to the Journey

Featured

It’s been two hours since my husband text me to tell me he was going out because he was too sad to talk. It’s been four hours since we were supposed to go grocery shopping. Six hours since he expressed his opinion which triggered my insecurities and set me off talking as loud as my Australian voice will allow me; attracting the attention of all the quiet British people on the road we were walking.

woman in blue dress lying down on the street
Photo by Ronaldo Oliveira on Pexels.com

Marriage is tough. I don’t even know what the outcome of this will be. That’s why I want this to be the home post on this blog. It’s not about having the answers. It’s about voicing the problems and the more they’re spoken about, the less of a problem they are.

This blog will be about feminism, single life, dating, sex – before and after marriage, marriage itself, LGBT, probably music, as I am a bit of a music lover, and all from a Christian viewpoint.

cute friendship fun girl
Photo by Bahaa A. Shawqi on Pexels.com

The Bible says that nothing can separate us from the love of God. Growing up in Pentecostal church there are all sorts of ‘guilts’ we put on ourselves. Does God love me less if I stand up to a man? If I masturbate? If I date a non-christian? If no Christian men ask me out? If the only ‘wet-dreams’ I have are about women but I identify as straight? If I have sex before marriage? If it takes months before I have sex with my husband? If I never have sex with my husband? If my husband would rather walk out of the house than talk to me about how I made him sad?

bench nature love people
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

So if you’re looking for absolute answers, I’m sorry but this isn’t the place for you. But if you’d like to read the misadventures of a Christian woman trying to navigate life and love and accepting her failings and working through them and hopefully have moments of, I’m not the only one, then welcome to the ride.

If you’d like to contribute to the conversation, we’re doing some research into sexual outlook from christian women all over the world and we’d love you to fill in our survey. Head here

For now though, I’m going to pray my husband comes home and we work through this together.

adult blur business city
Photo by Ana Paula Lima on Pexels.com