A picture speaks a thousand words.
I think we ladies need to learn to see ourselves as Wonder Women instead of damsels in distress. No, I’m not saying that women don’t need men. I am saying that this world is a hard place and we’ve got to be tough. We’ve got to grow thick skins. We’ve got to get out there and engage. Can our toughness be expressed in different ways? Yes. One woman will cry over a sad plotline in a movie but be the first one to leap to the defense of a hurting child. Another will be largely reserved and quiet but burst forth with eloquence on a subject she’s passionate about. There are as many ways to be strong as there are women on the planet.
Fight. Not with each other. Not to earn the approval of men. Fight for what matters.
The Southern Baptist Convention called on its members to discontinue use of the Confederate flag. Such a move comes extremely late in the game, but credit where credit is due. Job well done.
The California state legislature is in the middle of passing a law that “would allow lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) students to sue religious educational institutions if they were denied married student housing, dorms, or bathrooms consistent with their gender identities, or otherwise subject to rules of conduct that singled out their sexuality or identity.” Why would one deliberately choose to attend a school that ascribes to a worldview and practices at odds with one’s own worldview and practices? Should schools of any religious affiliation really be required to make room for behaviors that run counter to their foundational principles? Does this law make sense?
Some say that this is in the same vein as the legislation that stopped racial segregation in schools. I disagree, for there is nothing in Scripture that allows for people of any skin color or racial background to be hostile to each other. There is no excuse for racism. (Or sexism, for that matter). There is, however, a distinct code of sexual ethics. (Of course the living out of that code does not entail avoiding or harassing or harming or feeling superior to those who operate outside of it). Non-Christian people live by whatever standards they hold to. Should Christians not be allowed to do the same?
I’m not whining. If my civil liberties fade away someday, that’s okay. Christ is worth the loss. I’m also not saying that everyone (on either side of these issues) has their panties in a bunch all the livelong day. I have many non-believing friends who are happy to operate in real tolerance with believing people. It’s beautiful when we allow each other the freedom to disagree. It just makes me sad to see the general decline in critical thinking skills.
Speaking of freedom, it is good to remember that the Christian’s freedom is never tied to a nation’s laws or interests. It is found in the Lord.
Finally, this beautiful passage from the Hiding Place, written by Corrie ten Boom:
I asked Father about a poem we had read at school the winter before. One line had described “a young man whose face was not shadowed by sex-sin.” I had been far too shy to ask the teacher what it meant, and Mama had blushed scarlet when I consulted her. In those days just after the turn of the century sex was never discussed, even at home.
So the line had stuck in my head. “Sex,” I was pretty sure, meant whether you were a boy or a girl, and “sin” made Tante (Aunt) Jans very angry, but what the two together meant I could not imagine. And so, seated next to Father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked, “Father, what is sex-sin?”
He turned to look at me, as he always did when answering a question, but to my surprise he said nothing. At last he stood up, lifted his traveling case from the rack over our heads, and set it on the floor.
“Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said.
I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning.
“It’s too heavy,” I said.
“Yes,’” he said. “And it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge. Some knowledge is too heavy for children. When you are older and stronger you can bear it. For now you must trust me to carry it for you.”
And I was satisfied. More than satisfied–wonderfully at peace. There were answers to this and all my hard questions–for now I was content to leave them in my father’s keeping.
– p. 28-29
She wasn’t saying that children should never learn about sex, but rather communicating that parents should be sensitive to what their children are able to understand at any given point. I firmly believe in good, thorough education in all areas including sexuality, but parents, let your kids be kids. Let them be innocent and carefree for as long as possible. The burdens of knowledge come quickly enough.