by Colleen Tronson
Entering the abortion clinic’s waiting room for the first time, I found it filled with people sitting on colorful plastic chairs and filling out medical forms. As I crossed the room, not one person made eye contact with me.
When it was time for an abortion, a nurse appeared and called the first name of the next patient. As their names were called, women passed through the windowless double doors alone, leaving behind the friend or loved one who waited to drive them home after the abortion.
After many women were called, it was finally my turn. I went through those doors to a small room where I undressed and sat on the examination table. I was afraid of having the abortion but even more afraid of leaving without having the “procedure” done. I lay back on the table and allowed the abortionist to remove the baby from my womb.
The abortionist used a vacuum suction machine attached to a glass collection bottle located under the table. I cried as the nurse told me to relax, that the abortion would be over soon. My baby died that day. A part of me died, too. It went away through the suction tubing that removed the child from my womb.
Reviewed by Barbara Harper
Mahaney, Carolyn, Nicole Whitacre, Kristin Chesemore, and Janelle Bradshaw. Shopping for Time: How to Do It All and NOT Be Overwhelmed. Wheaton, IL: Crossway Books, 2007. 96 pages, Paperback. $12.99.
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ISBNs: 1581349130 / 781581349139
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Subjects: Christian Living / Women
by Beth Murschell
As a child, when I heard the story of Mary and Martha, I cast myself without hesitation in the lead role as Mary. Martha (the shrew: shrill and stout with coarse, graying hair; or possibly lean and accusing with narrow eyes) didn’t hold a great deal of appeal, while Mary (the heroine: decorative and young with large, serene eyes) was graceful and kind and “chose the better part.” Besides, what idiot would choose chores over time with the Lord?
Of course, the story is more nuanced than I knew. The town called Mary “the sinner” (Jesus said her sins “were many”), and later we see her weeping and anointing her Lord’s feet with precious ointment of spikenard and wiping it with her hair, annoying Judas Iscariot with the extravagance of her gesture. She wept at Jesus’ feet when Lazarus lay dead, and she sat at Jesus’ feet at their home in Bethany. Mary “loved much,” and her many sins were forgiven. Jesus told her, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace” (Luke 7:50, ESV).
Martha, who reminds me of the prodigal son’s older brother, kept the household running and ran herself ragged in the process. The Lord called her “anxious and troubled about many things” (Luke 10:41). She had her good points, mind you, but who remembers them?
Reviewed by Beth Murschell
Peace, Martha. Damsels in Distress. Phillipsburg: P & R , 2006. Paperback, 187 pages. $13.99
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ISBNs: 1596380381 / 9781596380387
Subjects: Spiritual Growth / Women
by Addy Forrest
When my daughter was six months old, we packed up all of our belongings and moved from our small home in South Carolina to Kansas, where my husband was to begin his doctoral studies. We were full of feelings of adventure and also of uncertainty about what the next few years held in store for us. We decided to move onto the property of a small Christian camp, where one of our best friends was the director. In exchange for helping out, we would receive free rent and utilities. The only problem was that both the house and mobile home on the camp property were already taken. So we decided to make a home out of what was known as “the nurse’s station.” A two-room area beneath some cabins, it had the potential to become a small apartment. We installed some kitchen cabinets, a sink, a stove, and a refrigerator; our apartment was well on its way to becoming livable. After making a curtain to divide the second room into the semblance of two separate bedrooms and adding our furniture and some wall hangings, our new little home became quite cozy, and we were very happy. In fact, a year later when we had added one more child to our family and it was time to move into a more spacious living space, I was surprisingly a bit regretful and sad about leaving our little home, where I could hear all of my favorite people breathing each night.
Note: This article has been condensed from Guiding Principles for the Biblical Counselor by Debi Pryde (pages 11-14). Reprinted by permission from the author.
by Debi Pryde
My grandmother firmly believed that the modern practice of men’s counseling women was leading to an epidemic of good pastors becoming vulnerable to both physical and emotional adultery. Years ago, I thought she was exaggerating the issue, so I never really took what she said too seriously. Today, I think she was wise to something that is, indeed, proving to be extremely dangerous to both men and women.