Sunday Reflection: Finishing 31 Days

It’s the final Sunday of the Write 31 Days challenge and, for me, it’s going to be the end of the challenge.

I’ve managed to get further into the challenge than I have in previous year, but there’s something about writing and posting continuously for 31 days that just never seems to work for me. I never really figured it out before. This year, however, I got to thinking a little more.

I write nearly every day of the week in my job as a reporter for a local newspaper. During October, I come home everyday and try to squeeze even more research and writing out.

By this point in the month, I’m running on empty.

It’s been said that writers must be readers, and I never felt that as acutely as I have this year. During the past day or so, I’ve had zero interest in writing for fun – which is what I always consider this blog – but I have had an urge to just devour every last book on my shelf. All at once. In no particular order.

I’ll continue writing short devotions on a weekly basis about the amazing women who have shaped the church for better or for worse. I also plan to start doing once a week posts on women in the Bible. Wednesday Selahs will also continue.

That’s will all happen after I take a little break.

Thanks for reading along.

Carry Nation: Smashing a message

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. (1 Corinthians 13:1)

I have to be honest.

I decided I had to include Carry Nation in this series when I found out that she carried – and was photographed with – a hatchet that she used to smash up bar rooms.

A hatchet.

To smash up bar rooms.

Born in November 1846, Carry married Charles Gloyd, but left him after only a few months due to his alcoholism. She married again 1877 to David Nation, but her own battle with alcohol – so to speak – brought about the end of that marriage when he divorced her on the grounds of desertion in 1901.

Her battle wasn’t with addiction to alcohol but with the beverage itself. Her more traditional, low-key efforts at prohibition gave way to more extravagant displays. The story goes that she got up on the morning of June 5, 1899 to what she believed was the voice of God telling her to go smash a saloon as others before her had done. She said about it:

I threw as hard, and as fast as I could,” she later recalled, “smashing mirrors and bottles and glasses and it was astonishing how quickly this was done. These men seemed terrified, threw up their hands and backed up in the corner. My strength was that of a giant. I felt invincible. God was certainly standing by me.

Her saloon-smashing exploits often included hymn singing, prayers and what could be called preaching as she smashed bar fixtures and its offerings with her hatchet.

She was arrested various times over the years, and often paid the fines with money earned from speaking at events and even from the sale of souvenir hatchets.

It was during one of those speeches that she collapsed and died in 1911.

What prompted Carry to take her message to such extremes? Her mother had died in an insane asylum believing herself to be Queen Victoria, and her daughter was also mentally unstable. It’s possible that Carry herself suffered mental health issues.

It’s hard to say what lessons we can take from the life of Carry Nation. Maybe that our method can sometimes overshadow our message. Maybe that we shouldn’t judge another person’s actions since we can’t know the life experience and motivation behind it.

Or, maybe we can just take Carry at face value.

She’s a woman who believed deeply in her cause, and stopped at nothing to deliver her message even into a hostile environment.

What obstacles are you willing to overcome to share your message?

 

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This is the 24th post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.

Mary McLeod Bethune: Faith in service

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. (Colossians 3:17)

Sometimes you just don’t want to add too many words to a woman’s stunning list of accomplishments.

Mary McLeod Bethune is one of those people.

She was born the 15th child of a former slave on a farm near Mayesville, South Carolina in 1875. Mary worked hard in the fields with the rest of her family – some stories say she could pick 250 pounds of cotton a day by the time she was nine years old.

Her life started to change when she was 10.

A black missionary came around to invite the children to enroll in school. The family could only afford to send one of them, and Mary was selected to make the five mile trip to school daily. She then passed those lessons on not only to her siblings, but also to her parents.

Thus began a life of education and influence of which her family could only have dreamed.

The list of highlights and accomplishments includes the following:

  • She attended Moody Bible Institute.
  • She became a teacher first at the Haines Institute in Augusta, Georgia, and then at the Kendall Institute in South Carolina.
  • She opened the Daytona Beach Literary and Industrial School for Training Negro Girls.
  • In 1929, the school merged with the all-male Cookman Institute and became today’s Bethune-Cookman College.
  • She opened a hospital in Daytona after a black student was turned away from another hospital.
  • She served with the American Red Cross, and worked for the integration of both that organization and of the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps
  • She held voter registration drives after women were given the right to vote, and conducted anti-lynching campaigns.
  • Mary founded the National Council of Negro Women in 1935.
  • She served on commissions under the presidencies of Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover.
  • In 1936, Mary was named director of Negro Affairs of the National Youth Administration by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
  • She served as president of the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History from 1936 to 1951.
  • She became vice president of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored Persons (NAACP) in 1940, and held the office for the rest of her life.
  • During World War II, she served as special assistant to the secretary of war and assistant director of the Women’s Army Corps.
  • She attended the founding conference for the United Nations.

All of these accomplishments only happened because her dream – and what she had believed to be her calling  – was denied to her. Mary attended Moody Bible Institute with the goal of becoming a missionary to Africa. The mission board, however, denied her request because she was black.

Yet her faith compelled her to continue to work.

There’s a quote attributed to Mary that is sometimes incorrectly cited as “Without faith, nothing is possible. With it, nothing is impossible.”

The correct quote reveals the importance Mary placed on faith.

Faith is the first factor in a life devoted to service. Without it, nothing is possible. With it, nothing is impossible.

Though disappointed that she could not serve as a missionary, God clearly had a different plan for Mary’s life. It was a plan that took her from the classroom to the halls of government to the streets of cities and towns struggling with civil rights issues.

And, one day, it took her to Africa. Finally.

In 1953, Mary served as an American delegate to Liberia for that country’s presidential inauguration.

In Ruth Tucker’s Extraordinary Women of Christian History, Mary is quoted recalling the experience.

Ever since my student days at Moody Bible Institute in Chicago, in the ‘Nineties,’ when I so much wanted to find happiness as a missionary to Africa, I had seen myself doing just this—counseling and praying with the native people in the far-away land of my ancestors—and here I was. It was wonderful.

Mary died only two years later.

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This is the 23rd post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.

Wednesday Selah: Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus

Yes, I know it’s only Tuesday, but I needed a music break tonight. So without further ado …

We have a gospel tract to thank for one of the most familiar choruses of the last century in Christian music.

Helen H. Lemmel read a gospel tract, called Focused, that contained a phrase she simply could not shake. “So then, turn your eyes upon Him, look full into His face and you will find that the things of earth will acquire a strange new dimness.”

Helen later remembered writing the hymn:

Suddenly, as if commanded to stop and listen, I stood still, and singing in my soul and spirit was the chorus, with not one conscious moment of putting word to word to make rhyme, or note to note to make melody. The verses were written the same week, after the usual manner of composition, but none the less dictated by the Holy Spirit.

The hymn first appeared in print in 1918, and since then the chorus has perhaps become more well known than the verses.

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s a light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!

Refrain

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
Over us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conquerors we are!

Refrain

His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!

Refrain

 

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This is the 22nd post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.

Lottie Moon: Dedicated to Christ

For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile. For in the gospel the righteousness of God is revealed—a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: “The righteous will live by faith.” (Romans 1:16-17)

Rebellious? Indifferent? Antagonistic? Whatever words could be used to describe Charlotte Digges Moon and her relationship to Christianity through her early life stand in deep contrast to words like faithful and dedicated that characterize the majority of her life.

Lottie was born on Dec. 12, 1840 in Albemarle County, Virginia to a Baptist father and a Presbyterian mother. Depending on which account of her life you read, she was either completely indifferent to Christianity or outright rebellious, attending church services just to make fun of the sermon.

According to one story, Lottie went to a service in December 1858, and couldn’t find a single thing to laugh at. Thinking over it that night, she realized that her objections based on having seen Christians argue with each other when she was a little girl held no merit. She dedicated her life to Christ, and it would appear she never looked back.

She attended Albemarle Female Institute, and was one of the first women in the South to receive a master’s degree. She taught at schools in a couple of states before finally being permitted by the Southern Baptist Convention Foreign Mission Board to become a missionary to China in 1872.

Moon served there for the next 40 years. First, she served as a teacher, but soon started traveling the countryside teaching women in their homes as an evangelist. She’s said to have traveled more than 10,000 square miles in her effort to share the gospel.

Naturally, a woman so adventurous as to travel in a strange land on her own would have no hesitation in confronting her church leaders, as she did on the role of women as missionaries and on the disconnect between sending missionaries to Africa while oppressing African-Americans at home. Lottie also had no qualms about writing to churches back home to encourage them to support missionary work.

Traditionally, the story of her death has been connected to her dedication to her work. As the story goes, she chose to give up her food to support famine relief. A missionary nurse was bringing her home when she died while onboard a ship in Kobe, Japan on Dec. 24, 1912.

More recent scholarship, however, has suggested a much different story. Missionaries who visited Lottie beginning as early as September 1912 found Lottie to seem troubled, and eventually unable to care for herself. A doctor found a flesh-eating boil behind her ear and believe that it had injured her spinal cord, causing her to show signs of dementia. The decision was then made to send her to the United States for treatment.

Whichever story is fact, one truth remains.

Lottie had a profound impact on the church in China that echoes into modern times.

A man whom she led to Christ became an evangelist himself, and baptized more than 10,000 people. Two churches that she assisted are still in existence. As recently as May 2006, a new building was dedicated for the church that had formed from about 30 village churches in the region in which Lottie worked. And, a woman who traces her family back to one of Lottie’s converts was a pastor of the church.

All of this came from a woman who, at best, was indifferent to Christ as she was growing up.

This should be an encouragement to us that no one is so far from God that she can’t find new life in Christ, and find new purpose in serving him.

Is there a woman in your life who is indifferent to Christ? How can you make him real to her?

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This is the 21st post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.

Sunday reflections: Choosing history

As October marches on, the process of writing these little glimpses into the women of Christian history has gotten more difficult.

I’ve missed two days now due to a lack of planning ahead, and just not feeling like writing when the time came. Of course, there were legitimate reasons both times. The first one I missed was due to getting home from work late after being on the scene of a house fire as a reporter for our local newspaper. Home late, due in to work early the next day, and smelling of smoke is hardly the best combination for writing.

And yesterday? Well, yesterday turned into a long headache-filled slog.

But, the great thing about this challenge is that it’s a grace-filled challenge. Though we miss a day or two, we continue on.

Continuing is more difficult, though. I’m starting to realize what I’ve missed. For example, it dawned on me as I wrote posts focusing on the reformation that I never included women who were instrumental in the Eastern church about 1,000 years earlier.

Now that I’m in the time period in which Christianity has entered the Americas, the challenge becomes one of choice and balance. This is, in a sense, an extension of the reflection I posted earlier in the challenge. There are more and more women from which to choose for a number of reasons – not the least of which is increased availability of writings the women left behind and the splintering of the church into different denominations which each have their own heroes of the faith.

Do I include well-known women from Europe and New England as we move through the 1600s and 1700s, or do I look for women from other nations who were doing great work for the Lord during the same time frame? Why choose Anne Bradstreet over Clarissa Danforth? After a couple of posts about evangelists and teachers, should I do a little searching to find an artist or writer?

There is also a question of diversity. Am I choosing women from a variety of countries and cultures? I’m working in these last ten days to be sure to do so.

But, I realize that there’s much, much more material to be mined here than would fit in a 31-day series so I may as well commit now to continuing my women in Christian history series on the blog after October ends with one devotional-style post per week.

Stick with me. Together, we’ll learn more about our rich heritage as Christians and as women.

Jarena Lee: Patient in her calling

Be still before the Lord

   and wait patiently for him;

do not fret when people succeed in their ways,

   when they carry out their wicked schemes. (Psalm 37:7)

 

She was the first female preacher in the African Methodist Episcopal Church.

She was the first African-American woman to have her autobiography published in the United States.

And, sadly, most Christians have probably never heard of her.

Jarena Lee was born a free, poor black family in Cape May, New Jersey in 1783. She left her family at age 7 to become a servant, but not much is known about those years.

Her path to salvation was rough. At a young age, she started to feel oppressed by sin, and thought about drowning herself. Even after she leapt to her feet and proclaimed to an astonished congregation that God had forgiven her, she continued to feel harassed by Satan, and once again attempted suicide.

After a time, she became first assured of her salvation, and then doubting, until she heard a voice tell her, “Thou art sanctified!”

In 1811, she married, but her husband died only six years later.

Jalena also believed she had a calling that was unheard of in her day, as she wrote in her journal:

But to my utter surprise there seemed to sound a voice which I thought I distinctly heard, and most certainly understand, which said to me, “Go preach the Gospel!” I immediately replied aloud, “No one will believe me.” Again I listened and again the same voice seemed to say “Preach the Gospel; I will put words in your mouth and will turn your enemies to become your friends.”

When she told Bishop Richard Allen, the founder of the AME Church, about her calling he told her there was no place for women to be preachers in the church.

Jarena lived with that rejection for eight years – until the day a visiting preacher seemed to falter in the pulpit. Her autobiography tells us what happened next:

When in the same instant, I sprang, as by altogether supernatural impulse, to my feet, when I was aided from above to give an exhortation on the very text which my brother Williams had taken. … I now sat down, scarcely knowing what I had done, being frightened. I imagined, that for this indecorum, as i feared it might be called, I should be expelled from the church. But instead of this, the Bishop rose up in the assembly, and related that I had called upon him eight years before, asking to be permitted to preach, and that he had put me off; but that now he as much believed that I was called to that work, as any of the preachers present.

And so she began to preach, covering thousands of miles through the United States and Canada. Her compulsion to preach the gospel, paired with her utter trust in the Lord’s protection, gave her the courage to go to Maryland to preach in a slave state. Her journal tells the story of slaves walking more than 20 miles to hear her preach.

Sadly, there is no record of Jarena’s death. Sources have suggested she died in 1849 after an expanded version of her autobiography was published. Others have placed the date of her death in 1855 or 1856.

There are a number of lessons that we can take from the life of Jarena Lee. We can learn from her determination to work through the issues that took her several times to the brink of suicide. We can learn from her dedication to evangelism that gave her the confidence to risk her freedom, or perhaps her life, to preach to slaves in the years just before the Civil War.

But, the lesson that rises above these is her patience in the face of disappointment. Imagine what it must have been like to be utterly convinced of your calling only to have someone in authority tell you there was no place for you.

Unfortunately, for many women in the church, it still happens.

Jarena didn’t give up on her calling to preach. Her unplanned takeover of the pulpit may not have been the most diplomatic way to make her point, but it was effective and paved the way for her to live out her calling for the remainder of her life.

God may have you in a season of waiting. You may have heard his call, and may even have been told that it couldn’t happen.

But it will.

If God has called you, he will make a way.

Keep waiting. Stay faithful. Pray. Learn as much about your calling as you can.

The day will come.

And you will step into what God prepared for you before you were even born.

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This is the 19th post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.

Susanna Wesley: Passion of a mother’s heart

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession,that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. (1 Peter 2:9)

There are stories of Susanna Wesley’s life that may be best left as the stuff of legends, but there are enough verifiable tales that prove her to be a well-educated, well-spoken mother who was devoted to her children and deeply influenced their spiritual lives.

Susanna Annesley was born the 25th, and last, child of Puritan minister, Dr. Samuel Annesley. She received an excellent education and, at the age of 13, decided her parents were wrong in their beliefs and aligned herself with the Church of England.

Susanna married Samuel Wesley in 1688.

There is much that could be told of the marriage. I could talk about their 19 children; ten of whom lived to adulthood and two of whom became the founders of Methodism. I could talk about the two fires or the sicknesses that her family endured. I could talk about her homeschooling efforts or strict discipline with her children. There’s the sad tale of the maid who suffocated one of the children, or the questionable story of a dispute over the rightful king of England that caused Susanna and Samuel to separate for about a year.

But there’s one story that shows a mother’s heart and a passion that all would know the Lord.

At one point when her husband was away, Susanna began holding a family service for her own children. Soon, one young boy who had joined them asked if his parents could come with him. Others were equally disappointed in the preacher standing in for Samuel, and asked to join them as well.

The numbers grew from 30 to 40, and continued to climb until, as she wrote in a February 1711 letter to Samuel, “Last Sunday I believe we had above two hundred. And yet many went away for want of room to stand.”

In that same letter, she explained that she simply could not turn them away, and admitted that a woman teaching such a large gathering did indeed seem peculiar, “and so does almost anything that is serious, or that may any way advance the glory of God or the salvation of souls.”

Susanna died in July 1742, considered by her son, John, to be a “preacher of righteousness.”

Unlike other women, Susanna didn’t seek out the role of preacher. It would seem the only teaching in which she was interested was the teaching of her children. Yet, when people came to her seeking the Lord, she could not help but to obey the path unfolding before here.

What she ended up doing in obedience to the Lord seemed peculiar to her in her day just as the Lord’s call to some of us will seem peculiar to us in our day. Like Susanna, we must be willing to do such things to proclaim the glory of the Lord or to bring the gospel message to those who have yet to know the Lord.

What is the strangest thing the Lord has ever asked you to do?

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This is the 18th post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.

Margaret Fell Fox: Mother of a movement

Margaret Fell never intended to be the mother of a movement.

But that was before George Fox came to town.

Born in 1614 in Lancashire, Margaret Askew married Thomas Fell, a lawyer, member of parliament and vice-chancellor of the duchy of Lancaster. During their marriage, the two sought ways to serve the Lord, and part of that included allowing traveling ministers to stay with them.

While Thomas was away on business in 1652, George Fox made his first visit to Swarthmoor. George asked the question, “Art thou a child of Light, and hast thou walked in the Light, and what thou speakest is it inwardly from God?”

Margaret and her family responded, with Margaret later saying, “this opened me so, that it cut me to the heart, and then I saw clearly we were all wrong.”

Neighbors were shocked at the turn of events and sent word to Thomas to warn him of the change in his household. He never became a Quaker himself, but he allowed his home to be used as a meeting place and refuge for them.

Thomas died in 1658, and Margaret inherited Swarthmoor. Without his protection, the estate became the target of the authorities who arrested George there in 1659. For 15 months, Margaret argued from his release, keeping her away from her family, but giving her occasion to write many letters that have been preserved.

George was released, but Margaret herself was arrested in 1664 for refusing to take an oath of loyalty to the king. She was sentenced to life in prison and her property was turned over to her son.

During her time in prison, Margaret wrote many pamphlets, including her best-known work, Women’s Speaking Justified, Proved and Allowed of by the Scriptures, All Such as Speak by the Spirit and Power of the Lord Jesus And How Women Were the First That Preached the Tidings of the Resurrection of Jesus, and Were Sent by Christ’s Own Command Before He Ascended to the Father. The work was a defense of her right to speak in the church.

Margaret was released in 1668, and married George a year later. It wasn’t long, though, until Margaret was again arrested. This time for allowing Quakers to meet in her home.

Separation became commonplace for the couple.

When she was released, George left for America. He was arrested immediately upon his return in 1673, and Margaret once again went before the king to ask for his release.

After being released, George then went to Holland in 1677. When he returned to England in 1679, he remained in London where he continued his ministry until his death in 1691.

When King James II came to the throne in 1686, life for the Quakers improved. An act of tolerance was signed and a meeting house was built at Swarthmoor.

Margaret’s final words when she died in 1702 were, “I am in peace.”

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When Margaret committed her life to the Lord, and by extension the Quaker movement, did she understand what she would sacrifice for the cause? The politics of the times may have given her some indication of what might happen, but did she know she would be imprisoned multiple times and endure long separations from her husband?

Her final words, I believe, give us a clue of how difficult it was for her.

We don’t face the same challenges Margaret did, but we do face obstacles when we prioritize a life with Christ over the demands of the world. We do so knowing, as James says:

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. (James 1:2-4)

I can’t give you tips. I can’t give you advice. I can’t tell you how to endure your trials and gain perseverance.

What I can tell you is that Christ will lead you through.

Think about the ways he has guided you in the past. Praise him for his faithfulness, and remember that he is always with you.

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This is the 17th post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.

Anne Bradstreet: Writing through trials

And of this gospel I was appointed a herald and an apostle and a teacher. That is why I am suffering as I am. Yet this is no cause for shame, because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him until that day. (2 Timothy 1:11-12)

Where Anne Hutchinson’s teaching drew the ire of Massachusetts Bay Colony authorities, Anne Bradstreet’s poetry quietly reflected a fierce intellect and willingness to broach subjects as personal as her love for her husband and as wide-reaching as the role of women in Puritan society

Born in Northamptonshire, England, Anne Dudley had been educated in literature and history, as well Greek, Latin, French and Hebrew. She married Simon Bradstreet at 16. Two years later, her parents, her husband and her young family settled in Massachusetts. The family settled in Salem, but moved to Charlestown, Newtown and Ipswich before finally settling down in Andover in 1645.

Anne’s husband, Simon, often traveled on government business, which gave Anne the source material, so to speak, for some of her poetry. She expressed her love for him and how deeply she missed him, as seen in the opening lines of A Letter to her Husband, absent upon Publick employment

My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my Magazine of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lye?

Anne also found inspiration in her children, nature, and faith – particularly the challenges to faith and the questions that come in times of difficulty. Often, as in these lines from Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666, her poetry reminds her of God’s providence even in great loss.

Then, coming out, behold a space
The flame consume my dwelling place.
And when I could no longer look,
I blest His name that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so ‘twas just.
It was his own, it was not mine,
Far be it that I should repine;
He might of all justly bereft
But yet sufficient for us left.

Only one book of her poetry prior to her death in September 1672. The Tenth Muse, Lately Sprung Up in America was published by her brother-in-law in 1650 and drew praise from John Newton, the writer of Amazing Grace. There has been some debate about whether or not Anne knew the work was to be published, with some writers saying that she had to engage in a bit of deception in saying it was against her will to avoid the appearance of being too ambitious.

Anne’s poetry echoes Scripture in different ways. Lines from Verses upon the Burning of our House …, for example, are reminiscent of Job, while poems declaring her love for her husband sound a bit like a tamer version of Song of Songs. And, like David in the Psalms, Anne’s poetry written in times of grief and hardship find hope in God’s faithfulness.

When we face trials, we also can look to Christ as our anchor. In addition to praying through those difficult times, consider journaling or writing poetry, as Anne did, to help you bring that truth from a concept you acknowledge with to a truth that you hold in your heart.

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This is the 16th post in my Write 31 Days series for 2017 in which I am taking a devotional look at key women in Christian history. For more information, or to start the series from the beginning, visit the introductory post.