In the land of the free, we rarely see the need to mark one of many days on the calendar that is about reversing oppression. While our hearts are touched, perhaps, by stories of women in Afghanistan who burn themselves to escape their homes or women in India who don't know how to read, oppression feels ethereal and far removed from our own lives.
International Women's Day calls our attentionto the fact that there are places in the world where little girls are killed for their gender and little boys are taught to disregard these murders as normal.
Here at home, we look around and wonder, "What do women lack?" There are women at every level of corporations, universities, hospitals, and the government. Social injustices have been corrected. The feminist movement was successful.
As I look at Christendom, I wonder why we seem to be the last to catch on to a social justice movement. I wonder why the women of Generation X are leaving churches and why Generation Y never showed up in the first place. I wonder why books like A Church of Her Own and The Dance of the Dissident Daughter need to be written. I wonder why redemption is not big enough to cover gender.
On this International Women's Day, I will choose to remember women all over the world who struggle to survive physically. I will also choose to remember women who are fighting for their spiritual survival.