I came across a man’s “prepare to be dumped” post which lamented what women will be doing to their partners once they returned back home 🥴. My church girl heart cackled at every comment. My time was thoroughly wasted! 🤣
At the time of this writing, FORTY-THOUSAND women of all ages are waking up to the final day of the “Woman Evolve” conference in Texas. They are pumped and primed. They have prayed and purged. They will soon prepare to return home.
I’m one of ya aunties from the #WomanThouArtLoosed and #NoMoreSheets era. Here’s a quick recap to make it make sense in case you’ve been under a rock or not caring what black women were doing in their spiritual lives.
The curator and grand-daddy of Christian women’s conferences, Bishop TD Jakes, is the father of the “Woman Thou Art Loose” movement. At its peak we were driving up to a much less congested Atlanta area in the early 2000’s experiencing days that bled into nights worth of events. He was pulling any and everybody to come and pour into some of the most powerful yet ignored sectors of our society—an audience made up of predominantly black and brown women. You had some white sisters sprinkled in there but it was mostly the sistahs saving up their hard earned coins to come and get a word for their next season.
Bishop Jakes’ daughter, Sarah Jakes Roberts, I’m sure used to be backstage watching her daddy preach. She now wears the mantle and we are seeing an evolution in Christendom taking place. We all know her story. A young teen mom with a child on her hip, behind stage watching her daddy move thousands of women (with the infallible help of the Holy Spirit) through messages of hope and perseverance. He spoke to our pain like no other. While Oprah at the time was rationalizing our problems, TD Jakes was that spiritual surgeon who went deep into our hearts and left us realizing that no matter what we looked like on the outside, if our insides wasn’t right it would all be for naught. Bishop Jakes would soon embed things like financial workshops and mental health professionals in the later years. By this time the body of Christ was realizing that faith and fear did co-exist even as it did in the lives of so many men and women’s stories in God’s
Word. By the end of the conference we were ready! Ready to conquer. Ready to reclaim. Ready to receive all that God had in store for us.
And then we got back to reality.
Husbands and partners sent us one way but we came back “different”. Them no more sheets turned into very cold sheets.😩 Children didn’t recognize their mommas. She was doing too much. Friends who didn’t attend, now relegated to the backseat; all the while watching the “conference besties” speak in conference codes. 🙄😒 Church members and ministry friends could not quite decide whether they would like this new/old member. 👀 From my First Lady perch I’ve seen it all, heard it all, yes even participated in some of it in this thing called Christ-like living. So let these next few words from a “been there, done that” sister sit with you for a minute.
When you get back, the world will meet you still unchanged. A whole globe has been turning while your bubble in Texas cocooned you in a spiritual flow. You’re the one who has experienced a quickening in your spirit—not them. The non-theologian in me recalls that in Exodus 32 Moses “was so long in coming down from the mountain”
that the people had taken matters
into their own hands building a whole golden calf. Now ma’am, while your family won’t be using up all your gold jewelry to create some random idol, they will still be carrying on with life and expecting you to slide right back into your routines. Your colleagues and your boss may or may not even know you’re a Christian much less that you took a trip that’s potentially set to turn your whole life right side up. And get ready for this one—that same church you’ve sat in for years and years may not be ready to see this new you walk through the doors next Sunday. The caveat of a global pandemic has left many a believer in spiritual limbo. This conference might have flipped the script for you—but for your fellow parishioner, their life has not been met with a similar experience.
You have changed. They have not.
In these next few days and weeks and months after returning, I’m encouraging you to pace yourself. Our faith in Jesus is a race that’s made for each runner to experience in their own lanes. We are in a marathon and what we learn along the way is not to be used to trip anybody up or cause us to leave so much dust behind, so much so that folks behind us can’t even see.
Be patient with the rest of us who didn’t go. We see you on social media. You’re glowing Sis! We love that for you. We’ve seen the posts and the reels and some of us might be low key jealous. Back in my day, we had no social media so we just came back, debriefed and went on about our business. But nowadays we are there even when we’re not. So be patient. We were not there to sit and experience it with you. Give us a moment to digest the fact that you’re coming back exponentially changed. Give us a moment to recognize that you’re moving differently.
Some of us won’t like it. We want our friend, momma, woman, and colleague back! We want the one who used to *insert old behavior* but now she call herself *insert new behavior*. And while an explanation is not due to everybody it is due to some bodies.
So come on back to us all glowed and growed up. Your spirit is at peace. You’ve got some decisions to make. We may not understand it all but if you give us a try and spoon feed us a lil’, we just might surprise you. Right this minute one of my evolve friends has voluntold me into a book club for 2024. I am not going to tell her no. I’ve been praying for a faith community that looks different from my norm—where I’m just a participant—not an expert. I am actually excited to receive the overflow from what she’s coming back with!
To all my evolving sisters, come on back down from your weekend on the mountain. We can’t wait to have you back home sharing on what God has imparted to you. Some will receive—others will not. 🤷🏾♀️.
No worries. Such is life. The rest of us are here for it! 😘