It has become quite popular to hate on women’s ministry.

I get it. You’re tired of the pastels and the floral decor and the chin-up-buttercup pep talks. So am I. I’m tired of doily-scattered tea parties where we sit around and talk about our feelings. I don’t like being treated with kid gloves when it comes to my faith, and unfortunately, this is often what I have experienced in women’s ministry settings.

But I have a confession: I still think we need it.

Rock and a Hard Place

I find myself in a unique position during this cultural shift. My status as a Millennial makes me one of those starry-eyed youngsters who continually expects more from the church. But I’ve also been in a women’s ministry leadership position for the past five years, which has given me the opportunity to see why this ministry is important and necessary.

I still see gaps that need filling, lies that need uncovering, relationships that need restoring, and scars that need healing. I hear the desperate questioning of those who still ask, “Is there a place for me?” I watch the tired eyes of a stay-at-home mama as she wrangles her little ones during worship, and I look across the room to the single 30something who consistently shows up and serves. I notice the woman wrestling with emotional pain sitting next to the one with physical pain, both unaware of each other’s struggle. I see connections yet to be made and hearts that still long to be mended.

So, even though I’m tired of the aesthetics, I’ve never been more convinced that the church needs space for ministry to women.

Decor versus Depth

When I ask other women in my generation why they have a problem with women’s ministry, one common ...

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