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Margaret Ashmore was born in Aransas Pass, Texas in 1953. This photo was taken when she was two, holding and protecting a kitten – an early indication of her heart not only in her continued love for all of God’s creatures great and small but even more – so much more – in teaching women through retreats and conferences that the safest place to be on this earth is in the loving, shielding protection of submitting their lives to Jesus Christ. Lillias Trotter would put it this way:
“It has opened out to one a whole new era that has to be subdued unto Himself—the region of natural temperament that lies at the back of the self-life in man, which needs to be transformed by the renewing of our minds. Transformed does not mean annihilated, but transfigured by a new indwelling. He can take that very susceptibleness that has been a snare and make it a means of contact with Himself, sensitivity to the Holy Ghost. It is worth all the humbling and heart-searching and the breaking up of depths after depths, if it means getting nearer the place where the living water will be set free.”
She was raised in Bonham, Texas where she graduated high school and went on to earn her college degree at North Texas State University in Denton, Texas. It was in Denton that Margaret began to attend newly established Denton Bible Church in 1980 and has been a member there ever since.
Margaret has always been single – considered by her a gift so that she can be free to serve the Lord wherever and whenever He calls. She is also a breast cancer survivor.
In Her Own Words
You may notice a 1966 Mustang on my website, a car whose legend looms large in my life. In the late 70’s I drove that candy apple red classic whose left back bumper sported a sticker reading, “Uppity Women Unite.” I was an art major in college and a “Ms. Magazine” subscribing, self-avowed, men-hating feminist. I was an angry woman but anyone who lives on the basis of “rights” rather than “doing right” – always is.
Now I must also tell you that the sticker on the other side of my back bumper read, “Without Jesus, You Ain’t Living.” I grew up attending a church whose only semblance of Christianity was the cross on the steeple. Given that, I did have a distant idea that there was a God, so I thought I might need to cover my bases. After class one morning, I found a note left under the windshield. I picked up the note and was transfixed on the spot. Someone, upon observing my two bumper stickers and their obvious polar contradiction, had just written one simple word: DECIDE
In that parking lot, I did just that and fell to my knees crying out to God. I knew I had to choose between being “uppity” to God or submit my life to Him. He heard.
The very next day, I was invited to a bible study and discovered for the first time that Jesus Christ died for my sins and offered me complete forgiveness – a stunning revelation for someone who had lived a perverse and godless life. For the very first time, my fist relaxed and my hand opened to the free gift of eternal life.
Feminist icon Gloria Steinem once said of Christianity, “It’s an incredible con job when you think about it, to believe something now in exchange for something after death.” To Ms. Steinem I would say that I haven’t been conned, I have been converted. And now my entire mission in life is to proclaim to women their need to “decide” – self or Christ, life or death, heaven or hell.