You remember Lottie Moon, don’t you?
She was the closest thing we Baptists had to a saint and/or martyr. She selflessly devoted her life to bringing the Word of God to the heathen Chinee, working her fingers to the bone for those little yellow children, and eventually dying for her efforts.
Every Christmas we had the Lottie Moon Offering, the Southern Baptist GoFundMe for foreign missions. (We had another saint for home missions. Can’t remember her name. I think she worked with the little brown babies out west.)
The other night her name came up for some reason, and I did a little dinner table research on her.
Y’all — Lottie Moon was a kickass trouble-making feminist with a professor boyfriend who himself got kicked out of Southern Seminary for his progressive ideas! She is a Netflix miniseries waiting to happen!
Why were we never taught this??
Read all about it here.
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 Actually, I know perfectly well why we were not taught this. It didn’t fit into the
Paulian Pauline schematic that women should keep their mouths shut. This is the church that would have elected me — me — as a deacon before they would have my mother.