I love my husband. I really do. And my Dad? He was my biggest cheerleader. My brother has the most kind servant-heart. So many of the opportunities God has given me have been from incredible men who believed in me. I’m so grateful. But sometimes? Sometimes, I just need to be in the company of women.
Women who choose faith. Who are brave, and who have face challenge head-on. Women who are remarkably normal, and also remarkably alive. Women who change things because they can’t leave them as-is. Women who don’t necessarily think they’re doing anything notable, but do it anyhow. Women who are real, and mess up regularly. Women who aren’t shiny or perfect although they might struggle with wishing they were.
Some of my earliest mentors were Corrie ten Boom, Mother Teresa, Elisabeth Elliott and Amy Carmichael. Not that I knew them in the flesh, but as I read their biographies they became ever so real to me. Like true Mothers of the Faith. I read and re-read these books in my early 20’s. What I found was inspiration, but also relief (depending on the biographer’s commitment to truth-telling). When I found Ruth Tucker’s “Extraordinary Women of Christian History,” I discovered a veritable sampler platter of real-life Mothers. Tidbits and short biographical sketches of imperfect women, sometimes shocking in their imperfection, actually.
I loved what Tucker wrote about Anne-Marie Javouhey (founder of the Sisters of Saint Joseph), “she challenges us in her strong convictions more than in her so-called saintliness.”(page 163) I think this is true for most of the women profiled in the book. In looking at these faith-full women, I’m most convicted by their strong convictions, and surprised by their un-saintliness. None of them, it appears, knew the secret to a perfect life. Not even Hannah Whitall Smith. Their lives were marked by difficult marriages, faith, but also by doubt, strong will, and even “more than a touch of eccentricity.” (p 162) There is nothing new under the sun, friend.
In the pages of this book, I found myself in the company of women from the first century through to the 21st century. Knowing their stories, even in part, I’m reminded to extend grace to the women around me, and to myself. Our imperfection is part of the story we are writing to those around us every day, and for the generations to come. Knowing Jesus in the midst of this imperfect process, and choosing to follow Him in my own imperfect way with strong conviction, is enough.
I love the closing words of this book, which prompt me again to re-examine the twenty centuries of women profiled.
“Should we be surprised when women of faith have feet of clay? For too long good Christian biographers have tried to convince us that these women were mostly sweet ladies, more than that, saints and heroines…. Indeed, messy spirituality permeates the Bible and the record of Christian history.
As such, these women offer road maps and signal detours on our own journey – a journey that looks backward to help us avoid the rough terrain ahead. But through their sacrifice and self-denial and passion, they also offer the inspiration of mountain vistas and the sparkling energy of river rapids.”
May we be found in the company of such women, and may our stories be written alongside theirs as we imperfectly follow our perfect God, who is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
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God is so faithful- He is ENOUGH. When we trY to be everything we realize how inadequate and unqualified we are.
It is without a doubt that ,without Jesus I would be a complete mess each and every day.
Ellen -you are such a blessing because once again your words encourage the women that are blessed to read them!!
You remind us that we are not alone and that when we fall short -God is still able to use us. We need to be encouraged, reminded, uplifted and set free from the lie that perfection is possible.
I don’t want to give up – lose hope but the reality is each and every moment that I’m faced the remnants of a failed choice God’s Word is there to pick me up and redirect my next step.
Thank you Ellen once again for reminding me God is enough -perfection is not possible but Jesus is the answer. …. period.
Thank you so much, friend. You are a gift to me. 🙂
What? No secrets to the perfect life? 🙂
Thank you for leading and being a woman in THIS century I love to learn from and walk with.
What? You don’t know the secret to a perfect life either? 🙂 So grateful I get to learn from and walk with you too, friend. xo
I love this writing Ellen. You are an inspiration to many….. including me! 🙂
Thank you so much, Elmeda! You are a genuine inspiration to me as well!
Hey Ellen. Great post. Makes me think of my mother and the notion of re-monikering the hymn Faith of our Fathers to Faith of our Mothers. My mother was one of the humblest people in my life who had an unshakeable faith in God. She had a grade 9 education, married my Dad at age 18 and together they had 10 children – myself being #9 in the birth order. Being mother of 10 had to be one tough job – heck just being my mother had to be one tough job! Think of the sacrifice, the doing without so that us kids could have. If she were alive today, I know without a doubt, she would tell you that her faith is what sustained her and lifted her up. In my mind’s eye, I can still see her sitting in prayer, day-in and day-out. What an incredible roadmap that she left us! While no longer with me in the flesh, she was, is and always will be my compass as I continue on my own personal journey through this life with God keeping in step. Ellen, you would have got along famously with my mother. Her name was Kathleen. And as you know, my daughter’s name is Kathleen.
I sure wish I could have known your Mom, Anne – but I suspect I get to know her a bit through you. You are such a gift as a friend & neighbour. xo
Thank you Ellen for this book and I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to comment. It is strange how reading of other’s struggles is such an encouragement but that is certainly how I found this collection of biographies. Not as in Schadenfreunde, or a joy in their misfortunes, their setbacks or their failures, but in reading them I felt a hope and peace about my own challenges. I love the honesty with which Ruth Tucker recounts their stories, making it clear that these women were not saints, and yet at the same time they were saints.
How often do we strive for perfection, cherry pick parts of our lives to be displayed on Facebook, or beat ourselves up for not being able to do it all? How many times have we compared ourselves to other women and found ourselves wanting? And hear we read of 100 women; godly, incredible women, and we are reminded that we all have our challenges, our baggage, our faults. Sometimes history is kind, and sometimes less so but one fact remains: God loves us as we are; for who we are, not what we do or who we would like to become!
I was especially drawn to Helen Roseveare’s story – maybe because we share the same name, the same birthplace and the same calling to leave a land we love to minister to the poor as single women. Maybe because when things didn’t work out as I’d planned or hoped I questioned God in the same way that she did. And I was inspired by her response to unspeakable horror that was inflicted on her; how she refused to be beaten by it but kept getting up again and again. May I be brave enough to do the same; whatever challenges come my way. I pray that I can, and am encouraged that even if I fail, God still loves me and failure actually is an option!
Hi Ellen, This book took me longer to read than the others. Each story was a gem that took time and care to unpack. Some of the women were very familiar, others much less so. I wept at the reading of some, laughed with glee at others.What lives they lived. What suffering, mixed messages and misunderstanding many of the endured! Such a motley crew of ordinary yet extraordinary human beings … and in and through the ups and downs of their lives the fingerprints of God.Both encouraging and discouraging to read this litany of the faithful reminded me that God truly does work in weird, and wonderful ways through weird and wonderful people, even in weird and wonderful times.
As I flipped through the pages of this book the saying came alive: “if I see a little bit further, it is because I am standing on the shoulders of giants.”Who are these women? Unsung heroes of faith that sledged through the difficulties of the ethos of their era simply dreaming about a generation like ours. Women who “caused ruckus” (60) because they had a real passion, “such a real desire to obey Him [Jesus Christ]” (63) One after the other, each one was a pioneer for change yet advocates for veracity of God’s word.
Women versed in theology and biblical studies. I loved reading about the wives of some of the Bible teachers and preachers of the past. Wesley, Moody, Oswald Smith. They were passionate, fearless, obedient, fierce, social activists who arose for justice True rule-breakers yet guardians of the truth, intoxicated with their love of Jesus and willing to DIE for him. Many died for him, which makes me pose the question am I willing to die for Him? Both physically but perhaps the most difficult death is the death to self, daily. This book was a great reminder that we are part of a way bigger story, an eternal plan. We stand on the shoulders of these women and one day others will stand on our shoulders. What they did yesterday impacts today and what we do today impacts tomorrow. Extraordinary Women of Christian History is a dare a challenge to be a history maker.