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The Great Grace Greenleaf

The moment I came across the hit OWN series, Greenleaf

 

I was hooked.

 

I’ve been in church my whole life and have seen the ins and outs of what a life of ministry can be like, so although Greenleaf is fictional, some of the things that have happened throughout the series are relatable and too real. I mean, come on, a megachurch filled with drama, secrets, scandals, and a savage First Lady (yes, I see you Lady Mae). What’s not to like? The Greenleaf family is intriguing, interesting, and complicated. When the series started, it’s learned that Bishop Greenleaf and Lady Mae have four children: Faith (deceased), Grace, Charity, and Jacob.

 

Although each Greenleaf has an interesting backstory, the one Greenleaf I identify with the most is Grace. I really dig Grace. Not only is her character an anointed and powerful woman of God, but she’s also kind, courageous, and controversial. While anointed and called, she’s also participated in some risky business, had some messy moments, and confronted and owned her mistakes. Yet she remains a major advocate for trying to do the right thing, rescuing others, and fights and speaks for those who cannot speak for themselves. She’s a powerhouse. And you don’t see too many women like Grace in the Christian community. I think there may be sprinkles of women like Grace Greenleaf out there, but they’re often silenced and shunned by those in the church who are bound by religion, rigidity, and fear. 


Grace is about as unconventional as it gets. She's bold, brave, and smart. And she's a great example of a believer who doesn't have it all together. She's saved but human. And I think that's impressive to see in a well-written character at the center of a drama series focusing on believers in powerful positions. Especially with all the pretend-to-be-perfect saints out there. If you've never seen Greenleaf, check it out sometime. It's a great show. 

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