I love people who tell me that I’m disobeying God by calling myself a pastor. The fact is that I didn’t ask for the job. I didn’t go to school for the job. I didn’t go in search of the job. Nope, God has a sense of humor. I was minding my own business and giving people stuff like food and clothes and furniture and stuff and the next thing I know, I have a piece of paper that says I’m ordained. I’m pretty sure that God knew I was a woman before He chose to do that. Pointing that out is even more fun when it’s evangelicals because I can give them a history lesson straight from the scriptures and really confuse them. (Who else knows that there’s a woman apostle in the Book of Acts, hiding in plain sight?) Inconvenient truths: the woman at the well was the first to know that Jesus was Messiah because he said so. Mary Magdalene was the first to see him after he was resurrected. Deborah was one of the greatest judges over Israel before they had a king — and she was a woman. A WOMAN!!! There are so many scriptures that prove that God’s opinion doesn’t align with the opinions of Constantine, the Nicean Council or that of religious male leaders of today. I’ve been attacked by men and women alike for having tattoos (A totally different story proving God has a sense of humor) and for calling myself a pastor. I don’t share everything that God has called me, but “Pastor” is just the tip of the iceberg (and He sends other people to tell me who I am.) Don’t waste time arguing with self-righteous people who think they know it all. Tell them the truth and leave them to rant to others who don’t seem to excel at reading comprehension. Ain’t nobody (who’s chasing God) got time for that…