Sit Down and Shut Up
This week, I received a request on what I should write about. However, me being who I am, I am morally obligated to put my own spin on it. So here goes… A few years back, I remember stepping up to the altar for prayer. I went up because I felt like I was at a crossroad. Between work, friends, and life, I had some very urgent needs that I wanted to bring before God and see what He had to say. I knew my tribe would rally around me and speak whatever God laid on their heart. I still to this day take what others have to say into full consideration, being mindful to suppress my emotions first to never allow offense to take root in my heart. However, this time was different. A man met me there. Not just any man, but a man I had the utmost respect for. He placed his hand on my shoulder and began to pray for me. Without hesitation, he very loudly said, “Lord, I pray that you shut her mouth and teach her to speak like a woman should…..” And to make sure what he was praying was biblical, he...