Early in the 1970s, I listened to animated discussions about feminism. I did not have to be converted. At the same time, I also understood that Scripture nourished my life, that the Bible I grew up with in Sunday school continued to feed me. To be sure, I had learned in college and graduate school that Scripture differs from what the church taught about it, but never did critical scholarship diminish my love for the Bible. There is power in the document, and it need not work adversely for women or for men. This I knew and this I know, no matter how much others say it is not so.