For the disciples, the hours must have seemed like eons. The day after Jesus’ death was the day everything looked like it had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Holy Saturday is the day when the disciples are waiting, and God doesn’t show.
Feminism, at its base, is opposition to sexism. Sexism is wrong because it operates on the belief that the respect people deserve is determined by their sex, which is a) not true, b) harmful, and c) let’s be honest, a bit stupid.
Having left Hogwarts behind years ago, I bet Emma Watson thought her troll-fighting days were over. Women desiring equal rights does not necessarily mean that we seek to become identical to men in all ways; it simply means we want to be treated by the same standards of justice and respect as our male counterparts.
For the best part of a year now, I have been searching – on and off – for stability. I’m used to the usual ups and downs, but a serious heartbreak about eighteen months ago sent me ricocheting through the months that followed.
Was this a misunderstanding of what freedom feels like? Probably not. Was this a misunderstanding of the freedom God offers? You bet your Garden of Eden it was.
Am I crying enough? Am I crying too much? Why am I not crying at all? What ‘stage’ of grief does the model say I’m in? What am I supposed to do with all these emotions inside me?