Designing Effective Women's Ministries

Choosing, Planning, and Implementing the Right Programs for Your Church

Jill Briscoe, Laurie A. McIntyre, Beth Seversen

• Publisher: Zondervan
• Year: 2010
• eBook ISBN:
  9780310877240
• Topic: Theology & Religion
• Subtopic: Christian Ministry

For nearly twenty-five years, Elmbrook Church in Waukesha, WI, has supported a variety of ministries by and for women. Today their program stands as a model. Yet, as the authors of Designing Effective Women's Ministries will tell you, it did not happen overnight, but through trial and error. In Designing Effective Women's Ministries, the authors share what worked for them and what didn't. they explain how to start where you are, with what you have, and how to do what God wants you to do. Designing Effective Women's Ministries included tips and techniques for establishing groups and programs that meet the needs of today's women. The book shows how to develop programs that are specifically tailored to your church and your community.

Part I
BEGINNING A WOMEN’S MINISTRY

Chapter 1
The Best Way to Begin Is to Begin

It was November 1970, and Stuart and I had just arrived in the U.S.A. I was thirty-five and scared, but it helped to have our three kids demanding special attention. We wanted them to adjust well, and that meant I worked hard to be positive about everything. Even the two-foot snowfall that arrived almost as soon as we did was the cause of laughter and family fun as we began to get our first taste of the Wisconsin winter.

We had never seen so much snow, and we had never seen so many people in church either. What a thrill! I well remember looking around at all the men in church. That was a shock to my system. I was used to being in Europe where the few people in church were, all too often, elderly women. How neat to see all these full grown men worshipping God, I thought. I was glad my children were observing this phenomena, so they would not get the idea that Christianity was only for old women and children!

The women in our congregation were wonderful! Not that I was interested in spending too much time with them, of course. I had my own plans. Having been involved with teenagers ever since I had become a Christian at the age of eighteen, I had brought lots of love to the “new country” to share from the “old country.” It never occurred to me that God might have other things in mind for me. Apparently, though, it had occurred to some of the women I was about to meet.

A smart, attractive woman came calling almost as soon as I had unpacked. “Your husband told us—right from the pulpit—to drop by,” she began cheerfully. “I wondered if you’d be interested in teaching a Bible study for a group of my friends and neighbors?” she continued.

Well, now, I thought, what can I say? It didn’t sound as if the project would take too much of my time, and she seemed a very nice lady. While I was settling in and beginning to get to know the teenagers around the church and in the neighborhood, I reckoned I could take an hour or two a week to do that. As long as I chose something simple to teach that wouldn’t take too much preparation and as long as the ladies all smiled as sweetly as this one was smiling at me, it didn’t seem too frightening a prospect at all. So the dye was cast.

If God was in it, I had better shape up and get willing to do my part.

The very first week I realized I was in over my head. I felt as if everyone in the small group must have won some intelligence award from a prestigious college! Few knew much about the simple evangelical principles I had taken for granted. And they did not accept them as readily as I had done. Rather, they challenged my ideas. They had good reason for their arguments, they said. What was more, even though they all smiled at me, I found myself intimidated by their seeming self-confidence and the highly intellectual approach to truth and faith. Gone were the easy answers. These ladies had beautiful minds and gave me one big beautiful headache every week! I began to work harder than I had ever worked in my life, finding answers for each week’s questions, preparing thoroughly instead of relying on someone else’s material, praying up a storm for blessing, and feeling as though I was drowning. And all the time I didn’t even want to do it!

I had some pretty petulant times with God complaining about it, too. Why did he let me get involved in the first place, I wondered? This was not my thing, and he must know it. I didn’t understand women and their meetings, especially American women and their desire to identify with a group.

Yet one thing I knew from past experience. If God was in it, I had better shape up and get willing to do my part. I couldn’t imagine he would want me to work with women for very long; but until he replaced me, I supposed he could hold the fort.

And so I dug in. I got out my little spade of faith and dug a trench on the front line of battle. We invited the bunch of friends we had gathered (the six had become sixty by now) to invite their friends or their enemies or both. Moving out of the lovely home in which we had started the group, we rented the basement of a local bank in a small shopping center.

All I had to do was figure out “my” needs and how God could meet them and then learn how to press the need button for other women as well.

The first thing I discovered about working with women was that I was one! Now that isn’t a facetious remark, either. Believing I could never serve women because I didn’t understand their needs was a trick the devil had played on me. That had only been an excuse. All I had to do was figure out “my” needs and how God could meet them and then learn how to press the need button for other women as well. I discovered that God and I were in business. Secondly, I learned that if I was to work with women, I would never run out of material. Half the human race were women! Women were everywhere.

It was a bit like having a baby. As soon as I knew I was pregnant, I was suddenly aware of baby buggies; I found myself peering into them and was surprised to experience a huge personal interest born in my heart. When God birthed his concern in me for women, it was as if I woke up to a whole new dimension of life and ministry.

Now it was merely a matter of being obedient. “As long as I can still work with the teenagers, Lord,” I remember saying with complete confidence (he would never deny me that), “then I’m happy to turn my hand to this little matter of women’s ministry for a little while.”

But I was soon to learn it was not for a little while; and it was not a little matter, either. People—and women are certainly people—are no little matter to God. He cares for women as surely as he cares for men, and he wants them to know his intimate concern and his saving grace in their lives.

By now it was very obvious to many of us that God did indeed care for women. He was making that very evident by bringing more and more of them along every week. The bank building was full, and it was time to move again. We didn’t have to look very far to know where to go. In the same shopping center there was a movie theater. “Could we use the theater in the morning for a Bible study?” we requested. “And how much would it cost?” We were told we could have it when we liked, and it would cost little more than the price of a good family meal out!

It wasn’t exactly easy, sitting in the semi-dark, sticking to the chewing gum and pop on the floor, and lugging the coffee clutter and boxes of books and materials there and back every week, but it was done. The day the huge urn full of coffee overturned in my friend’s car reminded us of the advantage of permanent facilities! It was not that we didn’t have a church building, but we had discerned the usefulness of neutral ground. To meet outside church allowed us to share our discoveries with many more women than if we had limited ourselves to our own church building and our own church women. By this time we had attracted all sorts of women from all sorts of church backgrounds with all sorts of needs and began to see the necessity for all sorts of programs to meet them.

We simply started where we were with what we had and did the thing we discerned God wanted us to do.

One thing followed another. We simply started where we were with what we had and did the thing we discerned God wanted us to do. And what did we have to work with? One reluctant teacher (me) and a group of six eager women coming from all sorts of starting points, but all bound and determined to journey towards God. That’s all the Lord needs. He works with us all where we are, not where he wishes we were. He doesn’t wait until the teacher is mature enough or until the listeners have got their doctrine straight and are willing to do their homework. He takes us all just where we are and says, “Let’s begin.” And the best way to begin is to begin. Not necessarily to pray long about it, or to form a committee and talk about it for months, or even to raise funds to pay for it first, but just begin! The prayer will be more meaningful, the committee will rise up from among the helpers, and the money will come if God is in it. You’ll see. Take the first step. And let that first step be a step and not a huge leap into space!

You see, God doesn’t want us to wait until we are fit to go to the Olympics before we take our first faltering step of faith. He wants us to take a little step of obedience, that’s all. Just a quick, unsteady, tottering step toward the will of God as you see it. Don’t worry if you don’t want to take the step, if you feel unworthy, or ignorant, or too young, or too old, or too middleaged, or too encumbered with kids, or too anything! Look up and discern God’s will. What is he telling you to do for someone else? What is the need you see right under your nose? When you’ve figured that out, don’t worry about finishing the job, just worry about the first step. Concentrate on that. The other steps will take care of themselves.

All God asks of us is to take the next step.

I have observed that, so often, the walk of faith never takes the walker anywhere because the walker won’t start unless she thinks she can win. I believe with all my heart that all God asks of us is to take the next step. Now for some of us the next step is the first step. For others it’s the 101st step or the 1000th. But the next step is the most important one for all of us, because without it we can never take the next, and the next, and the next, up to the last and final step of the will of God into his arms!

For me, the first step toward this particular need was to respond to a woman’s request to meet with a small group of women and teach them. For that particular woman, her first step towards God’s will for her life was to ask me to teach them! The exciting thing about taking the next step along God’s time line for our lives is bumping into so many people along the way who are busy taking their next steps. It’s great fun! You can even help each other figure out what’s next, or take the step with them to encourage them, or suggest someone else to be their companion.

After three years of next steps, there were four hundred of us. We all put our arms around each other’s faltering faith, rented a movie theater, and planted our feet firmly and squarely in God’s plan for women in our hometown. What joy! By the time we had been there another year or two, three hundred more ladies had joined us and we were seven hundred strong.

You never know who will be walking by your side. Sometimes it’s lonely and sometimes it’s pretty crowded along that straight street.

The thing about all of this is you never know who will be walking by your side. Sometimes it’s lonely and sometimes it’s pretty crowded along that straight street. For the first few months of my adventure in faith with women, I felt very alone. There were so many, but I was shy and still adjusting to a new culture and country. I couldn’t get over the sneaking feeling they didn’t like the way I dressed (a concept encouraged by continual helpful hints about my appearance!) or the way I lived my life. I was different because I didn’t seem to enjoy the things all women should enjoy, like shopping (actually I loved shopping, but had had little money for so long that I had completely lost my appetite for it) or having lunch together (how many calories can you add in a week?). I really began to believe they only liked me for my teaching. And in the end, that is all that matters. They liked Jesus, and I could help them take the next step toward him. It was this particular joy that released me from expending time and energy in gaining personal popularity. For me, it was a big step!

I was expecting to stop soon. After all, I had believed this was a temporary expedient until the Lord brought along the right woman for the job. But the Holy Spirit had been whispering in my ear that I was the right woman for the job, and other voices joined in the chorus of conviction. I had seen the need of women around me, started to try and meet that need, met it in some measure, only to encounter ten more needs that no one was meeting!

So now I asked myself again four years later, thinking back to 1970, “Why have a women’s ministry?” The format of our program hadn’t changed much at all since we had begun. It consisted of a Bible lecture sandwiched between a little singing and coffee. The women began to let me know they were hungry for more than a sandwich! But why should they expect me to provide an entire meal?

It was 1974, and women had begun to trek back to the work place. It was hardly perceptible at first. I began to notice only after my committee had noticeably thin...

Table of contents

• Cover Page
• Title Page
• Dedication
• Table of Contents
• Prologue
• Part I BEGINNING A WOMEN’S MINISTRY
• Part II MEETING WOMEN WHERE THEY LIVE
• Part III DEVELOPING YOUR LEADERS
• Part IV REACHING YOUR WORLD
• Part V ENERGIZING YOUR MINISTRY
• Epilogue Women Who Change Their World
• Appendix 1
• Appendix 2
• Acknowledgments
• Copyright
• About the Publisher
• Share Your Thoughts