Martyrdom of the Mothers, Part Two

Last week I gave the cultural and Christian context for martyrdom, particularly of women, and mothers at that. I also gave the context of choice, highlighting the difference between Perpetua's and Felicity's grisly end in the arena, and Paula's "living" martyrdom of poverty and self-denial for the sake of Christ. This week I look at the context of their children.

Martyrdom of the Mothers, Part One

The translation of Perpetua's first-hand account (in Greek) of the weeks leading up to her martyrdom, her visions, and that of one of her companions, of the loss of her son, and the loss of her servant's daughter, is available in the public domain following this link. It is only six pages long, the last page written posthumously by someone of her Christian assembly who was there to watch her die in the arena that day.

Tabitha (Dorcas)

The unique and intriguing story of a woman with dual citizenship, as it were, a woman known for her good deeds, the only woman who was actually called disciple in the entire Christian Testament, whose death rocked her Christian community to its core, and her deliverance by being raised back to life generated widespread belief in the Lord.

Broken, Searching, Trusted, Powerful

I decided to start “listening” to the voices and stories of the women within scripture’s pages from a woman’s point of view, for we know God created woman with good intent. To woman God gave the power to bring forth life, to be strength, courage, and a powerful rescue to the people of earth. Adam was unable to go it alone. Only with Eve, his equal and his counterpart, bringing with her the gifts of life, love, hope, strength, courage, faithfulness and power would Adam survive. Together, they had the potential to thrive.

A Better Reading of 1 Corinthians 11 and 14

Paul shook his head and muttered to himself. He could feel his temperature rise, even against the close heat of the small room he’d been given, to spend the night. But, there was no mistaking what he was reading, as the simple, clay oil lamp flickered its light across the papyrus. “God!” he thought. “God! Why!”