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I Looked up. “Hi, Ava!” “Hey!” “What are you eating?” “A caramel roll, I made them last night”. “I’m surprised you made it to work, since I guess you had to leave the kitchen and the bedroom to make it here.” Stop. Look up. I asked, “how is that funny?” He replied, “Well, Ava you should know…” Stop. Snarky replies flashed across my mind. No. Smile. Turn-around. Walk-away. My mom’s words reverberated in the back of my mind. “Don’t let the man get you down.” This is just one of many stories I could share of the subtle or not-so-subtle jabs I have heard and experienced simply because I am female. If this small story seems inconsequential, I ask you to do one simple exercise. Rewind. Replace my …show more content…
How can we rise up for the small stories, when we fail to hear other’s stories under the clamor of our self-promotion? In order to rise up, we must become small. Our own pride must give way to God’s glory, for his glory is revealed in the symphony of stories playing throughout creation. As we read in, “A Private Experience” by Chimamanda Adichie, God reveals himself in every story, if only we are willing to listen. Chika, in hearing the story of the nameless women, forced her previous notions of Muslim and Christian relations to be destroyed. Chika allowed her pride to become small, and so in her humility she, “will stop to remember that she…experienced the gentleness of a woman who is Hausa and Muslim” (Adichie). Chika was forced to replace the common melody of discord, hatred, and stereotypes for a new, complicated, and beautiful harmony. When the grandeur of God’s storytelling is given space to be made audible, there is no other choice available than to remain in awe of His masterpiece – a symphony made of many notes, chords, and
I Looked up. “Hi, Ava!” “Hey!” “What are you eating?” “A caramel roll, I made them last night”. “I’m surprised you made it to work, since I guess you had to leave the kitchen and the bedroom to make it here.” Stop. Look up. I asked, “how is that funny?” He replied, “Well, Ava you should know…” Stop. Snarky replies flashed across my mind. No. Smile. Turn-around. Walk-away. My mom’s words reverberated in the back of my mind. “Don’t let the man get you down.” This is just one of many stories I could share of the subtle or not-so-subtle jabs I have heard and experienced simply because I am female. If this small story seems inconsequential, I ask you to do one simple exercise. Rewind. Replace my …show more content…
How can we rise up for the small stories, when we fail to hear other’s stories under the clamor of our self-promotion? In order to rise up, we must become small. Our own pride must give way to God’s glory, for his glory is revealed in the symphony of stories playing throughout creation. As we read in, “A Private Experience” by Chimamanda Adichie, God reveals himself in every story, if only we are willing to listen. Chika, in hearing the story of the nameless women, forced her previous notions of Muslim and Christian relations to be destroyed. Chika allowed her pride to become small, and so in her humility she, “will stop to remember that she…experienced the gentleness of a woman who is Hausa and Muslim” (Adichie). Chika was forced to replace the common melody of discord, hatred, and stereotypes for a new, complicated, and beautiful harmony. When the grandeur of God’s storytelling is given space to be made audible, there is no other choice available than to remain in awe of His masterpiece – a symphony made of many notes, chords, and