This topic is hot and important as so many women are impacted daily with the effects of feminism and anti-faminism nowadays. We see it all the time and it sickens me. I am just a little girl but I have a big voice and a bigger God. Here is my humble opinion:
Being 43, and born into a farming Christian family in a small town of Buchanan, MI, and currently a homeschooling housewife, I guess you would think I would be “old fashioned” when it comes to views on women and their roles in the world. And I am. However, as a doctor who started her own practice from scratch and ran it successfully for four years, having been through a divorce after 10 years of marriage and being a single working mom before I remarried, I guess you would call me a “modern woman”/”feminist”. So which is right?
The long and the short of it is that God looks at our hearts and motivations. That is true for men and women. But speaking of women now, I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that I can and should do any and everything God has asked me to do and given me the ability to do. And I am willing to be trained to do His will for me without prior training. That is a healthy viewpoint as a woman and mother. Now, I also believe strongly that each person is made in the image of God, all people are equal in importance because of this and women should be able to vote, work, take care of their kids and families and serve where they feel called by God to do so. They are equal. Men have this same right. But with privilege comes reaponsibility. This degretory and highly abominable opinion that bad men request and bad women oblige that women need to shed their clothes at request and much more while men watch fully clothed and gawk, and with each time thus happens two things occur: men get stupider and women get stupider. Men who jack off to airbrushed women on a computer or phone screen or in a movie or whatever have less enjoyment and ability to bond with or sexual enjoy their spouse and see women as stupid or sex toys and have unnatural standards of beauty because their wife is not airbrushed. And women who subject themselves to this degredation lose their self-respect and become morose and lonely and wonder why that is all men really wand from them and no connection they long for. And it is so prevalent that there is all growing rift between men and women. If men would be men and man up and shun this unnatural attraction and be satisfied with their wives and love them, and if women would stop disrespecting themselves and all other women by foolishly doing what greedy and lustfull fools want them to do, there would be a more natural understanding of equality. And men would naturally take their place as head of the household and women would naturally be so deeply in love with and respect their husbands, life would be infinitely better for everyone. Men need to be respectable men and not perverted selfish jerks. And women need to be women and concern themselves with their household. And the porn industry should be damned and thrown out on their greedy assessment straight to hell for all the damage they have done to families and people’s opinions of men and women and their roles. And no man should ever ever EVER hit his wife or humiliate her and berate her and a real man woukd never do that. That is fact. A man rapes a woman, he should suffer the same fate in prison. A real man concerns himself with Godly responsibilities and using His gifts to provide and care for his family and keep his focus on only his wife and his work and play only with her and leave the cyber sluts and all other women alone.
And in return, it is my distinct high honor and privilege to serve my family. I am more of a woman for it. I am strong for what I miss out on so they prosper and thrive. And that is my humble and old fashioned and 100% correct and healthy and Godly viewpoint on feminism and the roles of women and men. God be praised for His design! He is so good!
Ezekiel 43:1-10. This message was presented this morning by Pastor Mark and I heard it and was convicted. I thought it was worth repeating. Read the passage. The Sheep are God’s people. God was upset at leaders who were in charge of tending His people (Shepherds) because they were getting fat off of them and living well but many sheep were sick and not cared for, lost and not searched for, wandered off and not looked after, hurt by other sheep, hurt by a wild animal and not looked after, weak and not lovingly spoonfed and so on. We who are God’s people are co-leaders of His people. We are responsible for loving people, checking in on them, talking to them, visiting, helping, anything we can do to show love to them. That is on us. He wants us to do that work and humbly serve. We are responsible and will be held accountable. That hit me hard because I help but I could help a lot more. I serve my family and those who ask for it but don’t volunteer more or just visit. I need to start. What a change we could make to grow God’s kingdom if each of us just love on one soul and their family, visit, reach out, call, check in. What a change and revival would come across America and the world! “Just love one for God!” Would be a great revival theme and motto, would it not?? 🙂 So “as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Hope you do and share this around the world. Not for me, but for God, and He will bless you and help. He always does. He is so good!!
I love watching movies- all kinds except horror or porn (too much of the trash we have in too much abundance in the world these days and there is no redeeming value, only harm in those). I love action, adventure, drama, romance, documentaries, animated, the works. My favorite is comedy though and here is why. Comedy always masks and makes lighter severely poignant and severe realities and brings out the funny of this horrible and realistic situations we often find ourselves in. I recently watched (like 5 minutes ago literally) all alone in my little apartment this French romantic comedy called Blind Date (thank you, Netflix) and it made me think about life and relationships a bit differently,and that is the beauty to me of movies and their power. I have never seen a bad movie (yes, I am that annoying type) and believe we can all draw out something new, an i sight, an idea, a viewpoint,a twist from every movie we see. We feel more connected to other people. We see things from another’s viewpoint, we see another part of our world than the little circle we live in. We become a little more understanding or knowledgeable or wise or informed and hopefully less judgmental or closed or sheltered or lonely. Maybe I am too visual or optimistic but this is how I view the world and movies and me. There are lessons everywhere and we can have open eyes and open minds and open and humble hearts and internalize what we see to make us better. We must grow as followers of God and I see movies as a tool. Of course all tools must be used wisely and for the right reasons and certainly one must be searching for the positive truth in the world. I am quiet and contemplative after every movie, even one I laughed my butt off during. Lost more butts that way. And every movie bears a lesson, even if it is to enjoy and celebrate life. Never underestimate the power of a movie to change your thinking. Just make sure your mind is being changed for the better, as in better in God’s eyes. Cheers! (Don’t forget the popcorn. 😉
In my younger days, I watched a lot of movies and read a lot of fairy tales. While imagination is an amazing spark for the mind to bloom in, there is a disconnec between that which we wish were real and that which really is. My very very visual and imaginative mind can paint such a picture that I often have not been able to see the difference. But one thing I had to respect about my Daddy was his realness, his tangibility. You always knew where he stood because he was never hiding anything. He was a truth teller, a very real man. He did not romance my mom but he always provided for her and we were never without what we needed. He was not a flatterer but always worked hard to pay the bills. He did not promote sensitivity of emotion, but he worked the soil with a love of nature he passed down to me. There is a difference sometimes between what the heart expects and longs for than what it really can ever get a hold of. But since Daddy left this earth, I have a much greater appreciation for that which surrounds me now. I appreciate the messiness and loudness of my children as well as their strong minds. I appreciate that my husband keeps a roof over our heads and food in the fridge for me to prepare. I appreciate friends who are ho est with me when I have talked too much. I appreciate breaking the silence with a very real laugh. I appreciate the breaking of leaves and twigs u der my feet as I hike through the wooded trails. I love Jesus’ honesty all throughout Scripture and when He answers prayers. I can wait forever for a maybe of some fantasy world or live life in a beautiful and very real reality now. My dad was real. And though my mom may have longed for some of the novel romantic gestures so easy to grasp as natural, she could never have had a more loyal, trustworthy, completely devoted man who kept her health and home a priority even above his own life. There is a real romance in that,no deception, just a refreshingly frank and real reality of love in action. Other than a good meal, he expected nothing but continued giving to the last. I had to tell him I would look after mom before he would leave his body that had finished a while ago. The will he had to the last was the will to care for his wife. Sacrificial love to the end. Appreciated and recognized or not, he did not care but he would be true to his heart and love her the best he could. That is heroic. And in a very etherial way, was a real and tangible romantic love, seemingly practical but unadulterated by sticky to the and buttery lips. Real is better.
The type of person I am and things I have gone through, I most often have a handfull of friends. I have lots of aquaintances but only a few close friends. I have some amazing family too (all but my parents are far far away), but I want to focus my thoughts on my friendships. The reason I keep my inner circle small is because they are special in that they accept me as I am and do their best to get me and love me. I value that. Whereas I don’t really trust anyone, I trust them most. I pour myself bigtime into my few friends and love to give and help and be there and apply myself. That is a lot of energy and depth of heart that only a few people can be safely loved properly before I am spent. I don’t have enough energy (and I have a heck of a lot, truth be told) to love everyone that well and deeply, and my love for my friends is deep. I am fanatically loyal and would gladly take a bullet or throw a punch for any of them and their families. Just how God made me. Why say all this? Am I glorifying myself? No. I am saying that quality is much more important than quantity with friends. And there is this myth that says your importance is measured in how many friends you have or how many likes you have or how many people admire you. That is not it. Your importance is measured by those who know you best vouching for your good name. It is people who have seen you love and operate saying that she does it well, I feel loved. It is in people saying, you can see the love of God in her, it just pours out. That is value. That is worth being respected and known. There is not much time in this short, fast moving life to really shine your and God’s light for the world to see and be transformed by. We make a difference in those God gives us to love. We are loved in return as God’s gift back. Those who do walk away really aren’t a waste because you maybe planted a seed of God’s love in them before they went. Who knows, maybe it helped. We can’t take it personally (after the hurt wears off, that is). They have their own battles and choices and consequences. But while in your realm of care and loving, care and love the best you can at every opportunity. You do not know what tomorrow brings. Value the people God brings you. Do not take them for granted. Honor their importance to God and in your life. Give them what you can that they need. Love them deep. Love them like it is the last day you can and you have a better chance of doing it well. Remember and honor your mutual Creator and steer each other to Him. He lasts no matter what.
I am not talking about presents, so sorry to disappoint those looking for ettiquette on when to purchase the white towels versus a vase of flowers, etc. for different occasions. There arose of late a deep discussion on whether people are really gifted at all or not gifted. It was an unheated but passionate discussion with a teenager who may or may not believe in God but who believes people are not really given gifts from Him, they just like something and practice it to become better. So, I played a scale on the piano (one of my alleged gifts) in a cold straight way. And I said, anyone can do this who likes to play the piano and practices. But were I to ask someone without a gift for music to play the same exact scale conveying happiness or sadness or ambition or hope, chances are this practiced person would look at me confused and play it exactly the same way. However, someone with a gift for music would not hesitate to express those exact things using those same notes. Unbelieving me, I did it. I made that simple C scale be whatever emotion I stated. You see, when you see a gift of God, some particular ability that may not be exclusively given to you but is definitely unique among many, it can only be described as a gift from someone able to do more than most people are able to do. And God of course is the creator of life and giver of gifts. Someone who does not possess advanced knowledge cannot give to someone what they do not have. In an easier manner, I can’t give you a pizza unless I can make pizza first. So, gifts, special abilities that seem to amaze people in that particular area of giftedness, are from God. And here is the rub, He gives us these gifts for a reason. The reason is to help people and worship Him with it. He gives diverse gifts because when everyone uses their gifts, collectively everything we need is provided. It is a big picture perspective that explains everything. All these detailed gifts are for the collective and ultimately for God who made them all. It is beautiful to be a part of such a cohesive unit, a purpose we can all believe in and be for. If you contemplate this for a bit, you will find a new passion for your gifting. It is beautiful to consider!
When you are loved:
1. You sleep better, knowing that someone cares.
2. You look and feel younger.
3. You are important to someone which is huge.
4. You have someone in your corner.
5. You have reasons to work hard and do your best other than yourself.
6. You take better care of yourself.
7. You have someone to take care of you and you can take care of them back.
8. You are not lonely anymore.
9. You have someone to share with: your day, your food, your thoughts, your umbrella, whatever.
10. You have a share of someone’s heart, which is the most valuable property in the universe.
11. You breathe easier and cleaner feeling that everything is fresher and richer.
12. You take fewer risks for the sake of the one who loves you.
13. You see everything in a more optimistic light so life is better.
14. You have someone to talk to and go to.
15. Life matters more.
Now the trick is to know that not only does or can someone special love you but that God, your Creator, loves you all the time no matter what you do or have done, without conditions or sanctions or negativity or lies. God loves you forever and always. So even if a human is missing out on the chance to love someone as beautiful as you, God never misses a chance to show His love for you and loves you every second, every breath, every smile, every tear. You are treasured by Him. And if you happen to have found someone who loves you too, that person was a gift from Him as well. If not yet, it will happen at the right time. And I love you too (because He loves me).