Finals are over and my summer class at HoneyRock doesn’t start for another week, so I’ve road tripped out to Michigan to visit some family. Exactly one year ago I was in the exact same place – here, at my Aunt and Uncle’s in Michigan, waiting for HoneyRock to start. Except last year, this time, I really wanted to die, and this year I really want to live.
I am a Christian. And I am a feminist. I am usually identified by one or the other, depending on what makes me the outlier; when I was in high school I was recognized more strongly by my Christian identity, but at Wheaton I am predominantly recognized by my feminism. And yet all along I have been, and still am, a Christian feminist; together and at once. Standing in the gap between the two is one of the hardest things I do, but I think it is also one of the most important.