Though I was impatiently waiting for my own copy of Daughters in My Kingdom, I have yet to open and read it. Why? I pondered this today. Yes, I’m busy with kids and whatnot, but still, there must be some reason. And I think I’ve nailed it.
From what I’ve been told about it, it’s stories. Stories of women, yes, and stories of faith, yes, and stories that change the way I see women in scripture and history – yes yes yes I understand all that. And I’m glad for it. But… stories? Of events here and there? Is that what we women are – stories? What about what these women wrote, in journals, magazines, and elsewhere, about doctrinal topics? Are there undiscovered women theologians? What did some woman in 1857 write about faith? Who was studying the scriptures, and what were they writing about? THAT would get me opening it up and devouring what has been thought.
Lived lives are great to read about, and I’ll probably enjoy the book quite a bit. But thought. That timeless gift that a person can give to generations. Thought. Writing. That would excite my soul.
And it would be quite appropriate to what was told to Emma, and by extension, all the “daughters in my kingdom”:
And thou shalt be ordained under his hand to expound scriptures, and to exhort the church, according as it shall be given thee by my Spirit. For he shall lay his hands upon thee, and thou shalt receive the Holy Ghost, and thy time shall be given to writing, and to learning much.
My next project, if I ever get to it, will be to compile a book of little known, and never remembered, women theologians of this dispensation.