Feminism is Wrong

Feminism is killing our country. It is destroying our families, the basic building blocks of any society.

Most people in this country are feminists. I don’t mean that in propaganda terms of equality and freedom. I mean it in practical terms of what feminism is really all about.

Feminists hate women and everything about them. I know, very nearly every feminist will jump back at that, offended, saying “I don’t hate women” and then offer examples to prove it. However, I have my own examples to give. Try them on and see if they don’t fit.

Society today admires women (and attempts to judge their worth) by how much they can be like men. Males’ testosterone drives them to appreciate a perfect feminine body, but their feminist minds rule all else. A woman who can bring in a hefty paycheck is someone seen as having a high value. A woman who excels in sports is admired as having skill. A libidinous woman (i.e. one with a high level of testosterone) is viewed as sexy and desirable. But all 3 are actually masculine traits put on by women today.

Feminists speak of the traditional role of women only with derision. They look with scorn on anyone who dares to embrace that role. If a woman sought to work outside the home, even for a paycheck too small to contribute to the family in any meaningful way, she would be applauded. If she seeks to stay with her children and make her home a priority, she is considered a leech on society.

The only place where Male and feMale feminists diverge is in the feelings on the submissive role traditional women had/have. Men being men, they like to be in control, so they enjoy that aspect of femininity. Woman feminists, in their desire to BE men, also like to be in control. So they try to wrest it from others, often successfully, but at the price of their relationship, which, while it may not die, is left with festering wounds that prevent it from ever being healthy.

Feminism is, at its very core, about running contrary to God’s will. God placed in our hearts an innate knowledge of our roles as men and women. Following Him, we fall into these roles naturally and comfortably. They fit us like a skillfully made glove, like a second skin. Men tend to, and indeed want to, provide, protect, and guide. Women, in their turn, nurture, comfort, and help.

Our society has been training us to reject God’s natural roles for us. Womanly nurturing in the home is being replaced by day-cares and restaurants; comfort, by materialism and addictions; help, by egocentrism and advertising. Manly provision is being negated by the touted-as-necessary second income and welfare; protection, by our nanny-state (micromanaging) laws and the destruction of childhood innocence; and guidance, by moral relativism and political correctness.

These things, when allowed to take hold in our lives unchecked, debase the male/female relationship, and degrade marriage to little more than a contract of sexual exclusivity, and an all too often broken one at that. Little wonder, then, that divorce runs rampant today. One you have produced children, the roles of man and woman overlap to the point of near complete redundancy. Only the children serve to draw them together.
When one considers the ever growing popularity of day-cares, pre-schools, public and private schools, extra-curricular activities, and the networks of friends to pull the children out of the home, and the homework, television, computers, and video games to fill their time within the home, you can also begin to see the likelihood that as the children detach themselves from the parents, the parents will see little reason not to detach themselves from one another.

When you flout God’s biblical roles for men and women you risk losing more than you imagine you might have gained. Like all of God’s laws, natural and otherwise, they exist for a reason. Follow God’s will and you shall gain by it. Go against it and pay the price.

My point is this… Unless our people return to God, and learn to see feminism for what it really is – evil - we can never turn this country around. We will continue this trip down the slippery slope in to the history books as “the grand experiment that failed”.

A Quiver Full

Nightline had a program on the other night about the "quiverfull" movement. The people who follow this movement, sometimes unintentionally, believe that any and all birth control is going against God's will, and that God alone should be in control of how many children they have and when. These people also believe that the material goods of this world are not where happiness lies, but in their relationships, both with God and each other. They also subscribe to the idea that God meant for the husband to be the head of the household, and the wive the submissive helpmate.

I think it's a lovely idea. I personally believe similarly, however my husband (ever the feminist) does not. I would be willing to have as many children as God felt I should have. Hubby believes we should have as few as possible, so we can afford to buy more stuff.

Ideally, originally, he would have had none, but I convinced him that that was not the way to go. He caved, and we had one boy. He was thrilled. He said that having that boy was the best thing that ever happened to him in his entire life. But he didn't want any more. No more kids, thank you. We "can't afford" another one. How will we ever buy enough stuff if we have another? How will we ever send the boy to college if we have another? (Never mind the fact that no one in his family ever went to college - save one cousin who became a psychologist and one who became a teacher. Never mind only one of my very large family went to college - to become a teacher. Never mind the fact that we all turned out fine without it.) Just forget having any more children.

Well, I convinced him, with a few chilling examples of people he knows, that having an only child wasn't the way to go either. So we had one more - another charming little boy. That boy, along with our first, was definitely the best thing that ever happened to him. He tells everyone he meets that they are better than any toy he could imagine; they are better than any possession on earth; they are everything to him. But he doesn't want any more. We "can't afford" another one. We won't be able to buy enough stuff, and we certainly couldn't afford to send more than 2 to college. Never mind the fact that he didn't want the first 2 boys but was thrilled with them once we had them, and is eternally grateful for their presence in his life. Never mind that his life would be miserable without these boys that he would have been (stupidly) happy not to have in the first place.

Never mind that we don't yet have any girls. Never mind that old phrase "Daddy's little girl", the one that indicates that it is the girls that wrap themselves around Daddy's heart for life. He doesn't know about little girls. He doesn't know what he's missing, just like he didn't know about little boys before he had them. So, he's content not to have any. If he did, they'd make him so happy he wouldn't know what to do with himself, but he doesn't know that, so he's happy to do without. He's not as happy as he could be, but those who have only ever eaten stale crumbs don't know just how happy they'd be with a warm loaf of fresh bread. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose. But that's how most people think, isn't it?

Having been raised in a large family, I know what everyone else is missing. Believe me, what you gain in material goods pales miserably in comparison to what you lose in relationships with others. Even bad relationships are better than none at all. People are everything, and I do mean everything. Aside from God, the only thing on earth that matters is people. So you have a big fancy house full of wonderful furniture and decorations, but no time to spend with your kids, if you even have any? Better to live in a cardboard box on the street surrounded by a loving family. Do yourself the biggest favor imaginable. Have lots of children. Can't have children? Adopt some. Adopt many. Can't adopt? (It's been known to happen.) Attach yourself to a neighboring family, and "adopt" them instead. No one can have too many people to love or to love them.

Whatever you do, just keep reminding yourself that only the people are important. You know that phrase "you can't take it with you"? It only applies to earthly things. It doesn't apply to relationships. You can and do take people with you. You have them for eternity.

See, those quiverfull people are onto something. They have more than anyone else. They have everything.

A Soldier for God

My son, on our way to a Christmas pageant, announced he was a soldier for God. This surprised me in that he is only 5 and can't possibly have known what that meant. Still he said it, and he meant it. God put it into his head for a reason. I'm just not sure where it is headed from here.

Before my son was born, God told me He was going to use him to do "great things" for Him. He was not specific. He just said "great things". I was, and am, elated but nervous. Elated because it is a wonderful thing to have him claimed by God, and chosen to be use in some great way. Nervous because I tend to worry over what that will mean in the end. Also, I feel a huge responsibility to raise him in the right way so that he will be a willing, eager and able servant for the Lord.

So, when my 5 year old announces that he is a soldier for the Lord, and know from whence it comes. I know what it means as well. He is ready for the next step in his training. I prayed about it, and God said I should help him put on the "whole armor of God". It's a lot to teach such a little one, but every great journey begins with a single step. So, I will be teaching him, as part of his homeschooling (most likely) how to be a knight in the service of the Lord... a warrior against evil... albeit a very small one.