Please be a girl.
So I can dress you up and style your hair.
So I can have small helping hands.
So I can have a companion
in this man's world
to talk to and share with
all the wisdom and beauty of womanhood.
I want you to know the wonder
of living in a woman's body,
of carrying the potential for creating life.
I want you to be free
to show your emotions,
to cry sometimes, to be weak,
which they wouldn't let you
if you were a boy.
Please don't be a girl.
Because they will forget your name.
They won't count you
in their genealogy lists.
They won't value you
the same as your brothers.
I don't want you to suffer
as so many of us have done,
to be
Rachel: Give me Children or I Die by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Rachel: Give me Children or I Die
When Rachel saw that she bore Jacob no children,
she envied her sister; and she said to Jacob,
“Give me children, or I shall die!” (Genesis 30:1)
Give me children or I die -
die of yearning
after waiting all this time.
All my life
it was all I ever wanted,
taken for granted -
I never thought
it would be this hard,
never dreamed I might become
one of Those
whose arms stay empty
all their lives.
Give me children or I die -
die of envy,
surrounded by others,
my maid, my sister,
who become pregnant
if you but cough at them.
Why not I?
Don't I deserve
something good as well?
Why does she have four,
and I not even one?
Is that fair?
Parable of the Lost Coin: God is a Poor Woman by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Parable of the Lost Coin: God is a Poor Woman
It's just a coin.
Maybe, to you.
Something small,
replaceable.
Not to me.
Six hungry mouths to feed,
ten precious coins
for bread and meat,
ten times a hard day's work,
ten coins to last us
a week, maybe two.
And then?
We'll see
as we always do.
But now there's just nine.
Where is the lost?
It's just a coin.
Maybe, to you.
Not to me.
One night more
awake to the tune
of hungry children crying
themselves to sleep,
one day of labour wasted away,
one day's sweat poured out in vain,
precious hope and sustenance
collecting dust
somewhere under a cupboard.
It's just a coin.
But I will turn this house
upside-down if I must.
And I will sweep awa
Woman of Thebez: Mightier than the Sword by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Woman of Thebez: Mightier than the Sword
O great tyrant, powerful king,
you thought you had won,
thought power was strong.
See: you were wrong.
Now you lie
in a pool of blood
dying
at a woman's hand,
your head bashed in
by kitchenware.
The millstone is mightier than the sword.
Fear went before you,
destruction followed,
fire swallowed
women and men.
They said you were unstoppable,
they said you were unbeatable.
They thought power was strong.
Seems they were wrong.
Ashamed to die
at woman's hand,
your head bashed in
by kitchenware.
The millstone is mightier than the sword.
Not power is strong,
but furious love,
the love that burns behind the stove,
the love that feeds little op
Abimelech's Mother: No Mother Knows by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Abimelech's Mother: No Mother Knows
No mother knows
what will become of her son -
and if she did
would that change anything?
Maybe I should have seen.
Maybe I should have suspected.
Little misbehaviours,
small cruelties.
Maybe I should have known.
Maybe I could have
if not
for that thing that clouds
a mother's eyes.
But
even if I did
would that have changed anything?
No mother knows
what will become of her son -
that he might be a king,
that he might be
a killer,
murderer
of his on flesh and blood,
tyrant,
oppressor.
Maybe
I could have known
if not
for that thing that clouds
a mother's eyes.
No mother knows,
but sometimes,
sometimes,
no, often,
she asks herself:
Why did I n
Shiphrah and Puah: Breaking the Law by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Shiphrah and Puah: Breaking the Law
I would love to
be an upstanding citizen,
do what the law says.
Usually, I do.
I would love to
submit to authority,
obey my rulers.
Usually, I do.
But I cannot, now.
For how can I obey
the laws of man
if they would have me break
the Law of God?
Don't you see
the death all around you?
No - you only see the law.
Don't you hear
the piercing cries of bereft mothers?
No - you only hear the law.
Don't you care
for the vulnerable trampled underfoot?
No - you only care about the law.
How
can you value something dead
above pulsing, screaming life?
How
can you expect me,
a servant of life
to obey the rule of death?
Sorry.
No.
I don't care anymore.
Widow Jerusalem: I Cannot Save You by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Widow Jerusalem: I Cannot Save You
"But I, how can I help you?
For he who brought these calamities upon you
will deliver you from the hand of your enemies."
(Baruch 4:17-18)
Alone with the pain,
alone without you.
What can I do?
Watching you as you go astray,
watching you fall and be taken away,
away from my loving arms.
What can I do?
What could I have done
to protect my lost sons,
to prevent all this pain?
What can I do
to rescue you,
bring an end to these wounds
you inflict on yourselves?
What can I do?
How can I save you?
What sacrifice
could this mother make?
I'd make them all,
I'd destroy myself
if only
if only
I could rescue you.
But it would be in vain.
What can
Lo-Ruhamah: What's in a Name? by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Lo-Ruhamah: What's in a Name?
What's in a name?
Any name would be sweet
unless you are burdened
with the name they gave me.
Two letters too many
and the Loved becomes the Damned:
"No-Mercy" they called me -
just fancy that!
"No-Mercy" - imagine
the awkward looks
every time I introduce myself.
Picture little me,
shunned by other kids,
the brunt of every bully's jokes,
a victim from the start
of my father's stupid choice.
What the hell, Dad?
Did you even
stop to think what it does to me?
"God told me" - whatever!
What about me?
You made me your message
but also made me messed up,
blessed me with childhood trauma
and chronic doubt in God.
But guess what:
I have learnt
to
Deborah: Fight Like A Girl by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Deborah: Fight Like A Girl
When men run and hide
their heads in the sand
I'll fight like a girl.
When men stand and falter,
their hearts in their pants,
I'll fight like a girl.
When no man will rise
and take uo the sword
I will arise
and fight like a girl.
And I will advise
and I will encourage,
steady their shaking legs
because a mother
knows how to teach little boys to walk.
And I will be there
to hold sweaty hands,
give that little push
into the right direction
because a wife knows the words
a man needs to hear.
Why should I not teach,
correct and encourage?
Why should I not lead
or show them the way?
Why should I not heed
God's call above culture?
Why hide my gif
Pharaoh's Daughter: Just Like Me by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Pharaoh's Daughter: Just Like Me
Foreigners.
Outsiders.
With your strange religion,
your alien ways.
Taking our jobs.
Lazy ingrates.
Who knows what you're planning?
Who knows when you'll be more than us?
Who knows what you'll do?
What then?
Stereotypes
are like horoscopes:
broad enough to sound so true,
convincing enough
that you can't smell the lies.
But
I see you mourn your children.
You're just like me.
Stereotypes
are like horoscopes.
So easy to hate all of you,
for the actions of a few,
so easy to let fear
distort your features,
till you're no longer people
but monsters to be culled.
But
I see you mourn your children.
You're just like me.
Because
I've mourned my ch
Please be a girl.
So I can dress you up and style your hair.
So I can have small helping hands.
So I can have a companion
in this man's world
to talk to and share with
all the wisdom and beauty of womanhood.
I want you to know the wonder
of living in a woman's body,
of carrying the potential for creating life.
I want you to be free
to show your emotions,
to cry sometimes, to be weak,
which they wouldn't let you
if you were a boy.
Please don't be a girl.
Because they will forget your name.
They won't count you
in their genealogy lists.
They won't value you
the same as your brothers.
I don't want you to suffer
as so many of us have done,
to be
Rachel: Give me Children or I Die by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Rachel: Give me Children or I Die
When Rachel saw that she bore Jacob no children,
she envied her sister; and she said to Jacob,
“Give me children, or I shall die!” (Genesis 30:1)
Give me children or I die -
die of yearning
after waiting all this time.
All my life
it was all I ever wanted,
taken for granted -
I never thought
it would be this hard,
never dreamed I might become
one of Those
whose arms stay empty
all their lives.
Give me children or I die -
die of envy,
surrounded by others,
my maid, my sister,
who become pregnant
if you but cough at them.
Why not I?
Don't I deserve
something good as well?
Why does she have four,
and I not even one?
Is that fair?
Parable of the Lost Coin: God is a Poor Woman by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Parable of the Lost Coin: God is a Poor Woman
It's just a coin.
Maybe, to you.
Something small,
replaceable.
Not to me.
Six hungry mouths to feed,
ten precious coins
for bread and meat,
ten times a hard day's work,
ten coins to last us
a week, maybe two.
And then?
We'll see
as we always do.
But now there's just nine.
Where is the lost?
It's just a coin.
Maybe, to you.
Not to me.
One night more
awake to the tune
of hungry children crying
themselves to sleep,
one day of labour wasted away,
one day's sweat poured out in vain,
precious hope and sustenance
collecting dust
somewhere under a cupboard.
It's just a coin.
But I will turn this house
upside-down if I must.
And I will sweep awa
Woman of Thebez: Mightier than the Sword by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Woman of Thebez: Mightier than the Sword
O great tyrant, powerful king,
you thought you had won,
thought power was strong.
See: you were wrong.
Now you lie
in a pool of blood
dying
at a woman's hand,
your head bashed in
by kitchenware.
The millstone is mightier than the sword.
Fear went before you,
destruction followed,
fire swallowed
women and men.
They said you were unstoppable,
they said you were unbeatable.
They thought power was strong.
Seems they were wrong.
Ashamed to die
at woman's hand,
your head bashed in
by kitchenware.
The millstone is mightier than the sword.
Not power is strong,
but furious love,
the love that burns behind the stove,
the love that feeds little op
Abimelech's Mother: No Mother Knows by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Abimelech's Mother: No Mother Knows
No mother knows
what will become of her son -
and if she did
would that change anything?
Maybe I should have seen.
Maybe I should have suspected.
Little misbehaviours,
small cruelties.
Maybe I should have known.
Maybe I could have
if not
for that thing that clouds
a mother's eyes.
But
even if I did
would that have changed anything?
No mother knows
what will become of her son -
that he might be a king,
that he might be
a killer,
murderer
of his on flesh and blood,
tyrant,
oppressor.
Maybe
I could have known
if not
for that thing that clouds
a mother's eyes.
No mother knows,
but sometimes,
sometimes,
no, often,
she asks herself:
Why did I n
Shiphrah and Puah: Breaking the Law by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Shiphrah and Puah: Breaking the Law
I would love to
be an upstanding citizen,
do what the law says.
Usually, I do.
I would love to
submit to authority,
obey my rulers.
Usually, I do.
But I cannot, now.
For how can I obey
the laws of man
if they would have me break
the Law of God?
Don't you see
the death all around you?
No - you only see the law.
Don't you hear
the piercing cries of bereft mothers?
No - you only hear the law.
Don't you care
for the vulnerable trampled underfoot?
No - you only care about the law.
How
can you value something dead
above pulsing, screaming life?
How
can you expect me,
a servant of life
to obey the rule of death?
Sorry.
No.
I don't care anymore.
Widow Jerusalem: I Cannot Save You by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Widow Jerusalem: I Cannot Save You
"But I, how can I help you?
For he who brought these calamities upon you
will deliver you from the hand of your enemies."
(Baruch 4:17-18)
Alone with the pain,
alone without you.
What can I do?
Watching you as you go astray,
watching you fall and be taken away,
away from my loving arms.
What can I do?
What could I have done
to protect my lost sons,
to prevent all this pain?
What can I do
to rescue you,
bring an end to these wounds
you inflict on yourselves?
What can I do?
How can I save you?
What sacrifice
could this mother make?
I'd make them all,
I'd destroy myself
if only
if only
I could rescue you.
But it would be in vain.
What can
Lo-Ruhamah: What's in a Name? by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Lo-Ruhamah: What's in a Name?
What's in a name?
Any name would be sweet
unless you are burdened
with the name they gave me.
Two letters too many
and the Loved becomes the Damned:
"No-Mercy" they called me -
just fancy that!
"No-Mercy" - imagine
the awkward looks
every time I introduce myself.
Picture little me,
shunned by other kids,
the brunt of every bully's jokes,
a victim from the start
of my father's stupid choice.
What the hell, Dad?
Did you even
stop to think what it does to me?
"God told me" - whatever!
What about me?
You made me your message
but also made me messed up,
blessed me with childhood trauma
and chronic doubt in God.
But guess what:
I have learnt
to
Deborah: Fight Like A Girl by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Deborah: Fight Like A Girl
When men run and hide
their heads in the sand
I'll fight like a girl.
When men stand and falter,
their hearts in their pants,
I'll fight like a girl.
When no man will rise
and take uo the sword
I will arise
and fight like a girl.
And I will advise
and I will encourage,
steady their shaking legs
because a mother
knows how to teach little boys to walk.
And I will be there
to hold sweaty hands,
give that little push
into the right direction
because a wife knows the words
a man needs to hear.
Why should I not teach,
correct and encourage?
Why should I not lead
or show them the way?
Why should I not heed
God's call above culture?
Why hide my gif
Pharaoh's Daughter: Just Like Me by deng-li-xin32, literature
Literature
Pharaoh's Daughter: Just Like Me
Foreigners.
Outsiders.
With your strange religion,
your alien ways.
Taking our jobs.
Lazy ingrates.
Who knows what you're planning?
Who knows when you'll be more than us?
Who knows what you'll do?
What then?
Stereotypes
are like horoscopes:
broad enough to sound so true,
convincing enough
that you can't smell the lies.
But
I see you mourn your children.
You're just like me.
Stereotypes
are like horoscopes.
So easy to hate all of you,
for the actions of a few,
so easy to let fear
distort your features,
till you're no longer people
but monsters to be culled.
But
I see you mourn your children.
You're just like me.
Because
I've mourned my ch
My body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, and as such, should be treated with respect and dignity.
No, my body is not something to be ashamed of. My breasts are not battlefields on which temptations fire their arrows, my legs are not poison if found to be uncovered, my hips are not a stumbling block, my body existing is not a sin.
In the Church we say, “Please God, not man” so why are we teaching our women to appease men? The reason I dress modestly is to please God, the reason I stay pure is to please God (and not just in the physical sense, since let me remind you, being pure in heart is what’s most important). It is not f
To the girl with ivy in her hair,
dressed in ripped up denim,
who dared to wear her heart on her sleeves
To the boy with the ace bandage,
working in the pizza parlor
and called the wrong name too many times
To the kid I once knew,
now living in France,
chasing after a dream and finally free
Thank you for seeing me.
You are beautiful.
I'm glad you're okay.
And to You,
the stranger I know only through scraps of poetry and a place I call home,
That reminded me I wasn't alone
Though we may never meet again,
Though we have never spoken a word,
I am to love my neighbour as myself,
to offer my humanity and help.
So says the Lord my God, who shaped my soul.
Yet, 'Hate your body!' cries the frenzied world,
and bids me look with horror on the face
my Father sculpted with His loving hands.
What love can neighbours hope for in a place
where love of self has faithlessly been banned?
The world may do its worst, may rage and rail;
I'll love myself and thee till strength should fail.
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Susanna: The God Who Questions Me by deng-li-xin32, literature
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Susanna: The God Who Questions Me
God used to be easier
when his views fit my own,
when he affirmed what I already believed,
when he moved within my stereotypes,
proved right what I already knew.
God used to be easier
when my enemies were his,
when he affirmed my prejudice,
when he approved of the boundaries
drawn up between "us" and "them".
God used to live
in this comfortable box
of the culture I knew
and the worldview I treasured,
among people I loved
who thought just like me.
But now
You have opened the box
and He runs wild and free,
challenging me
and who I thought He is.
This God questions my long-held beliefs,
challenges all I thought I knew,
tears down my prejudic
I am an ordained pastor in the Swiss reformed church, currently doing a doctorate in New Testament alongside part-time work in a parish. :) I love studying the Bible and sharing what God teaches me as I read and study~
I grew up in Taiwan as a missionary kid - my parents are still missionaries there. It has been my dream to go back and serve there as a missionary too - I'll see how God leads!
Ever since 2010 I have been working on the women of the Bible project: I'm writing a poem for (almost) every woman in the Bible. (Check it out here: deng-li-xin32.deviantart.com/g…) This project has been an amazing experience and is teaching me a lot.
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. (2 Corinthians 12:9)
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. (2 Corinthians 1:3-4)
Although I am less than the least of all God's people, this grace was given me: to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ. (Ephesians 3:8)
I'm not very active on deviantArt anymore, mostly because I have less time to write and only get about 4-5 poems out per year max since starting to pastor a church... XD whoops. (Well when you have to write a sermon almost every week it's harder to write poetry in between.) There are more places where you can read my poetry, in particular the Women of the Bible project - with more commentary plus art. You can follow my facebook page "Women of the Bible Poetry" (https://www.facebook.com/biblewomenpoetry/) or find all the poems on my blog (http://biblewomenpoetry.blogspot.com/). Project is now at 142/182, but the list keeps growing because there are SO MANY WOMEN in the Bible! And to think I started out with a list of only 40...
This is why I am Christian...
Because my God freely became weak and mortal and vulnerable.
Because my God chose to become what is shameful, dying a criminal's death.
Because my God endured suffering and gave it worth by making it the place where he is most fully revealed.
Because my God suffered in solidarity with all those who suffer, not just looking on from afar but himself becoming a victim of our human cruelty.
Because my God rejected vengeance and forgave instead, giving hope and a new chance also to those who are perpetrators.
Because my God is not high up on a pedestal but down in the dirt with all who are suffering and opp
Currently reading the Gospel of Mark in light of the 12 Steps (from the co-dependent perspective).
Oh my, the insights!
Might make a book out of my notes when I'm done .. seeing as so many Christians (in my opinion / my personal experience) have been...
OMG. This has to violate at least one of the Commandments... On a funnier note, it's become something of a meme on this guy's channel, thanks to his review of it ^^
I apologize in advance for any revulsion this will cause you, but I feel it important that you look at this site: biblicalgenderroles.com/, and especially this article: biblicalgenderroles.com/2018/0…. This sounds like more of what that verse in Timothy says about the Devil quoting Scripture for his own purposes...
Oh. My. Word. I think I got only half way or less, that guy is SO. DISGUSTING. I don't understand why anyone should defend abusers unless they are also one. UGH. I stopped where he said a husband has a right to his wife's body. So wrong... Thanks for the warning! Ugh this stuff makes me furious.. and they call themselves "Christians"..
In quick summary: I think a lot of the traditional ideas of the devil are based on a mistranslation / misreading of two passages in the Bible (which actually talks about a Middle Eastern king, not about Satan). I do believe that there is evil outside of human beings - there is evil we can't control. E.g. looking at addiction or things like that, it's bad things that people don't have control over. Or even just looking at how e.g. murderers or abusers were affected by childhood traumas to become what they were. I think there is evil above and outside of human beings. But I don't really like most of the overdone personifications. The Bible itself is very sparing with descriptions and depictions and explanations of evil and the devil. I think there is evil and devil in us, but also outside of us. But more important than theorising about Satan or talking about it as a "person" and insisting one believe in a personified devil, to me, is living in a way that overcomes evil. I get annoyed when people insist that proper Christians "must" believe in the existence of Satan. I know Christians who don't, for good reasons. The devil has often been an excuse for evil ("he made me do it"), or an easy explanation for why bad things happen, and I think we need to get out of that concept.
That in short The devil doesn't have a big place in my faith really.