The Beth Moore cocktail is a signature blend of honesty, earthiness, compassion, beauty, and tears of sorrow *and* laughter. What a gift her life is, and that she has shared so much of it so publicly.

Beth is a gifted storyteller. Her words are sharp and soft, piercing and healing. But maybe because our evangelical worlds overlap so much, I felt her story to my core. My heart broke for her struggles; I burned with outrage at the ways she was treated by Christian leaders (!) as lesser-than for her having an accent, for not having a seminary degree, for being damned if she did and double damned if she didn't, for being a woman; I marveled at the miracles of everyday life, at the miracles that took a lifetime; I laughed out loud at her family's hijinks and the many quirks of our broader Christian family. And I am so, so proud of her for not keeping her mouth shut. God, bless that woman.

Now, let's go pray down a vengeance psalm on everyone who has ever spoken ill of her ;)