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One man’s reflections on seeing men cry and our expectations for male emotions. This article also highlights how the church reinforces these unhealthy expectations and how gender equality could free men.

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First Corinthians presents Christian women with a time to speak, not a time to be silent.

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I know that lack of sex and consent education harmed my husband’s and my sex life in the early years of our marriage. But as I look back, I realize that’s only one side of the coin. The other was biblical illiteracy.

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This article will lay out a standardized pathway that men can take on their journey to becoming an ally.

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My commitment to the biblical principles of equality meant that I needed to change my behavior and work toward permanent change. It’s a change that I think all men can work toward as well.

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“Healthy” is not exactly the adjective I would match with the word “sexuality,” especially when it comes to the ways the church and Christians have portrayed and lived out what we believe about sex these past few centuries.

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The opportunity to wear or carry my sons in church is not the dereliction of some masculine duty but is the fulfillment of what God has called me to as a Christian, as a husband and father, and as a leader in the church. 

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The Christian masculinity movement isn’t helping men or women. It’s damaging young men, and their relationships with others, and it’s distracting us from what should be our true focus—discipleship and imitating Christ.

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Female students at my evangelical university experienced both misogyny and racism. We were asked to conform to impossible standards. And we are not the only ones to struggle against injustice in the classroom. Women and girls all over the world face bias in school. From primary school to undergraduate to seminary, the system is not built for us.

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A few weeks ago, I was in Sofia, Bulgaria, for a day. I stopped for about twelve hours between night buses to see the sights, including a beautiful, vibrant mosque near the center of town. I did some online research on dress protocol beforehand: cover your skin, wear something on your head, take your shoes off. Nothing unexpected. I had a scarf and a maxi skirt in my backpack for this purpose. I was happy to be respectful, and excited for a new experience. I arrived at the mosque, circled around to the front, and . . . walked away. I felt nervous, suddenly, and upset.

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