​92. A Pretty Red Apple

I keep coming back to the Bible.

I read books and listen to podcasts and watch YouTube, trying to dig deeper into God’s Word.

And I realize it’s brought me nothing but heartache.

I see the holes in everything. Myself especially. And I’m disheartened by how we’re often placated with intense emotional experiences and self-empowerment models that don’t have anything to do with the Gospel.

And a lot of this is directed at women specifically.

I was raised a feminist. I know Steinem and Friedan like the back of my hand. And as poisonous as some Christian women think their modes of thinking are, they have no idea how they’re being fed the same poison, just from a different spoon.

I’ve even recently read about Bethel’s “Christian tarot cards.”

Has the world gone mad?

Imagine it: a bright-eyed former atheist strolling into a Christian bookstore, excited to get started on this journey of loving and serving our Lord and then she’s met face-to-face with the same occult drivel she used to dabble in.

It’s. Insane.

My greatest task in all the world is to make sure my daughter knows her self-worth in Christ. That she doesn’t take being catered to in such a demeaning way by the evangelical industrial machine sitting down.

That she relies on Scripture and the Holy Spirit to guide her, not some smarmy marketing team trying to make a buck in the name of Jesus.

I have no problem with reading books. I breathe books. But I have a problem with an entire organization thinking I don’t pray for discernment every single day of my life.

I do. We have to. Because Satan is as shiny as a pretty red apple.

And I refuse to take a bite.