I became the second woman among Chinese churches in Texas to be ordained into the pastorate.
A liminal space -- that in-between space of waiting, of not knowing, expected to be short-lived. I am mortally afraid of such spaces of uncertainty. Much to my unwelcome surprise and a great deal of resentfulness, I found the first twelve years of my ordained ministry defined not by the "rootedness" I hoped for, but by one liminal space after another.
My natural bent would not have been to go to “in-between” spaces, where job descriptions are vague and the journey unmeasurable. Meeting Jesus created a new space for redemption, making the “in-between” a space for life rather than death.
Who was I? Was a title and the approval of man really to be the source of my self-worth? It was during this season that I learned so much about myself and my God.
We were instantly linked by an unspoken camaraderie that created a tangibly safe atmosphere. When characters in the film made offensive and degrading comments about women, my fellow moviegoers gasped in disgust and whispered under their breath, “Shut. Up.”
At first, I was spooked. It was dark out there. I was being super careful about where I stepped and was afraid of what I might see lurking in the shadows.