Julie Rudd brings us today's post as part of our ongoing series of profiles of ESR graduates:
I was raised in a beautiful, loving, conservative church. We had delicious potlucks, a commitment to missions that far outstripped our small size, wonderful and quirky amateur music, and a faith in gender roles that was almost as central as our faith in Jesus. I wanted to be a Sunday School teacher when I grew up, and a Vacation Bible School director, and a church pianist, and an activist, and a missionary, and be on every committee, and everything else I could think of that girls were allowed to do. My parents’ church nurtured my faith and my energy, encouraging me to offer music in worship, sending me to Austria on a summerlong mission trip, and even letting argue theology in Sunday School.
I was in college, though, before I realized that I could go to seminary, before I noticed that Sunday School teacher/church pianist/activist/bible school director/missionary actually coalesced toward things I had thought that women couldn’t do. It was at the Earlham School of Religion, though, that I learned to say this phrase out loud: I want to be a pastor.