I Knew How to Teach Deborah's Story

At eighteen I became a youth pastor while studying full-time at Tyndale, and I found myself living between two worlds. In my literature classes, wise and faithful women handed me Margaret Atwood and bell hooks and taught me to read for the voices a story leaves out. In my theology classes, we parsed headship and debated what women were permitted to do. I would walk out of a lecture on complementarianism and straight into a church basement to lead teenagers through the book of Judges.