Extremism grabs attention. And headlines. Most people are much closer to the middle. Lukewarm, even. I prefer absolute truths over extremes. I find that truth in God.
God set the example for us in that He has a set, written standard of law, of how the universe works, how we should live, an “extreme” if you will, but He has also granted us…
Extremism grabs attention. And headlines. Most people are much closer to the middle. Lukewarm, even. I prefer absolute truths over extremes. I find that truth in God.
God set the example for us in that He has a set, written standard of law, of how the universe works, how we should live, an “extreme” if you will, but He has also granted us all free will and sovereignty. We are protected within the covenant that He gave us in Christ, and though it seems restrictive from a carnal perspective, it’s actually freedom from bondage to the flesh and the wages of our err. (Sin is an archery term, it literally means “to miss the mark.”) We suffer both natural and eternal consequences when we exercise our free will outside of His grace.
Not to keep using children’s stories as metaphors, but it’s like Pleasure Island in Pinocchio. We can feed our carnal natures for a season, but there are natural consequences woven into the fabric of reality, by divine creation, by an intelligent, eternal God. And it’s not as though He doesn’t warn us of these consequences, but the lure of the carnival lights is just too strong for some. Some visit and indulge and realize our mistake, we repent, we turn away from it and beg for mercy, forgiveness. And God is long suffering, much more so than I! He desires all to be saved from the consequences of our mistakes. He even made a way, paid for it, so as not to rumple the fabric of reality and the divine laws that must be honored. He doesn’t want us to die in our sin, nor to live in it. He wants us to have life, and that more abundantly! He created this beautiful-everything that we know, and more that we don’t, for our pleasure! Because of that great Love. But we become infatuated with a temporal perversion of what is truly meant for us.
I dream in archetypes, and I think of our daughter as Sleeping Beauty. She went to college where gender ideology was a bright, shiny object. I don’t think she understood what she was touching. We didn’t understand it for a long time, either. But I intuited it immediately, and resisted.
I could’ve been okay with a new name, androgynous fashion, make up, weird hair, that sort of self expression. I was a weird kid, too. Goth in the 80’s. But I would not be compelled to use intentionally misleading speech (lies) in my own home, and I did express very grave concerns about using wrong sex hormones and surgical castration (of her boyfriend.) I am still in shock that his mother immediately cut me off for not renouncing my God and picking up a trans-flag to wave proudly on social media, as she did. I pray for her, for someday she, too, will face God. She’s hardened her own heart to truth and sacrificed her own son on the alter of a false religion.
Right now, our daughter is under a spell. All we can do is pray for her to WAKE UP. I wish I could add “before irreversible harm has been done,” but after seven years, a lot of irreversible harm has been done. To her. To him. To us all.
Extremism grabs attention. And headlines. Most people are much closer to the middle. Lukewarm, even. I prefer absolute truths over extremes. I find that truth in God.
God set the example for us in that He has a set, written standard of law, of how the universe works, how we should live, an “extreme” if you will, but He has also granted us all free will and sovereignty. We are protected within the covenant that He gave us in Christ, and though it seems restrictive from a carnal perspective, it’s actually freedom from bondage to the flesh and the wages of our err. (Sin is an archery term, it literally means “to miss the mark.”) We suffer both natural and eternal consequences when we exercise our free will outside of His grace.
Not to keep using children’s stories as metaphors, but it’s like Pleasure Island in Pinocchio. We can feed our carnal natures for a season, but there are natural consequences woven into the fabric of reality, by divine creation, by an intelligent, eternal God. And it’s not as though He doesn’t warn us of these consequences, but the lure of the carnival lights is just too strong for some. Some visit and indulge and realize our mistake, we repent, we turn away from it and beg for mercy, forgiveness. And God is long suffering, much more so than I! He desires all to be saved from the consequences of our mistakes. He even made a way, paid for it, so as not to rumple the fabric of reality and the divine laws that must be honored. He doesn’t want us to die in our sin, nor to live in it. He wants us to have life, and that more abundantly! He created this beautiful-everything that we know, and more that we don’t, for our pleasure! Because of that great Love. But we become infatuated with a temporal perversion of what is truly meant for us.
I dream in archetypes, and I think of our daughter as Sleeping Beauty. She went to college where gender ideology was a bright, shiny object. I don’t think she understood what she was touching. We didn’t understand it for a long time, either. But I intuited it immediately, and resisted.
I could’ve been okay with a new name, androgynous fashion, make up, weird hair, that sort of self expression. I was a weird kid, too. Goth in the 80’s. But I would not be compelled to use intentionally misleading speech (lies) in my own home, and I did express very grave concerns about using wrong sex hormones and surgical castration (of her boyfriend.) I am still in shock that his mother immediately cut me off for not renouncing my God and picking up a trans-flag to wave proudly on social media, as she did. I pray for her, for someday she, too, will face God. She’s hardened her own heart to truth and sacrificed her own son on the alter of a false religion.
Right now, our daughter is under a spell. All we can do is pray for her to WAKE UP. I wish I could add “before irreversible harm has been done,” but after seven years, a lot of irreversible harm has been done. To her. To him. To us all.