Living in Central Asia in a drastically different culture means at times my host culture rubs against my home culture. When this happens, I hear Destiny’s Child in my head crying out to let “all the women who are independent throw your hands up…” Sometimes being in a man centered culture can be a major drag, but then I remember that of all the places in the world, we chose to be here. We chose to be in this culture, among these people, and there is beauty in their culture.
Recently I spent the weekend with a local friend and many of her female relatives. These women have been raised in a male dominant culture and yet the beauty and grace with which they serve their families and one another is a humbling thing to behold. Sure, there are times when power and dominance is manipulated not only by males but also by the women with seniority. However, where there is love, the intimacy and relationship women have with one another is a precious thing.
Lesson Learned: Maybe when my American is showing, I need to stop singing “Independent Women” and start putting others above myself. “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves.” (Phil 2:3)