Pot Roast and other pertinent things...

I really enjoyed class tonight, especially the story about the girl and her dad having the same conversation every year about gender roles. We've spent two weeks talking about our lenses, what we bring to the class, our presumptions and opinions, what life was intended to be, what God thinks and on and on. We've done a thorough, albeit quick, study but tonight I felt like what we were discussing came alive in the little anecdote.

I think I've been resistant to discussions or opinions in class because I didn't feel like the way gender roles were intended would affect how I relate to God. But as I listened to discussion unfold tonight and especially the story, the discussions from the past two weeks connect to who I am and they matter. I haven't figured quite how and when they matter, but they do. They matter because I need to have conversations like that girl did with her dad. And they matter because if Satan attacked relationships first because they are the most important thing, then it is important. I need to know where my personal relationship with a sovereign God and many broken people fits into the bigger picture.