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True Love and Gender Identity

I’d like to tell you a little about my friend Rachel.  Rachel is a beautiful Asian woman.  Unfortunately, all her life, Rachel has hated being Asian.  She told me once that every single morning, she wakes up and looks in the mirror, and thinks hateful thoughts.  She hates her hair; she hates her skin.  In fact, all she can think about is how much she wishes she was a white woman.

 

Rachel loves white women.  She loves their hair: especially blond hair with its silky texture and its ability to capture and reflect light.  She envies the ability to go from a porcelain white complexion, to a pink, sun-kissed spring skin, to the golden bronze that some white women are able to achieve after a summer in the sun.  All she can think about is being friends with, and being like, a white woman.  In fact, she is obsessed with being a white woman.

 

She’s had dreams about tearing her hair out, and she’s heard of a surgery that painfully removes the top layer of skin, but miraculously is able to replace that skin with white skin, peachy-pigmented and soft.  She knows it would be a terrifying process, but she’s convinced if she could just convert to being a white woman, she would somehow feel complete.

 

When I talk with Rachel, my heart breaks.  I love Rachel, and I want her to feel confident in the beauty that is innately her.  I ache that she longs to change from the incredible woman she is.  I tell her, “Rachel, you are lovely!  Your skin is gorgeous, and I envy you that rich complexion!  Your eyes are stunning, and your hair amazes me.  Who would want my blond-turned-grey-dyed-copper hair, when they could have that incredible swath of shiny black wonder!”  Together, we talk about what it is to be an Asian woman.  There’s a rich cultural history, interspersed, like in all people groups, with hardship and darkness, victory and light, as perpetrator as victim, and as victor, throughout history.

 

Rachel’s status in our American “melting pot” has often felt less-than, dishonored, and curious to those around her.  

 

In vulnerable moments, we talk about what it might be that caused Rachel to hate her given heritage, her original design.  Maybe she was treated ill as an Asian little girl.  Maybe she saw horrible examples of Asian men and it tainted her view of her race.  Possibly, she was just born with this longing, and it’s something she’s battled because of a genetic tendency to crave white-ness, or of anything other than what she’s beautifully created to be.  We don’t know its root cause, but I want to journey with her to find out, if it can help, because although I can’t relate specifically,  I know what it is to long for something that is not. I know that her battle is painful, and it is real.  In gentle tones, I encourage her that I, as a white woman, am honored that she wants to be my friend, and to be like me, but who she is, is precious.  I would never want her to change it, because it is a gift to her.

 

Besides, I know that although Rachel could surgically change her outsides, no matter what temporary happiness she might experience, real or imagined, she will be far more likely to have brokenness in other areas of her life.

Even if Rachel can change her anatomy and thus temporarily her “identity,” there will always be a most precious part of her heart that knows she was meant for her original beauty. 

 

I know that no matter how hard the journey is, if Rachel can accept who she was created to be, if she can put away her dissatisfaction with her status and learn to embrace it, she will have won a hard-earned battle that will result in great joy.  I know that her world tells her it’s better to give way to her impulses, that to do what’s uncomfortable is impossible, and that it’s only at best a fairy-tale or at worst, a type of abuse, to think she can deny those impulses.  It won’t be easy, by any stretch of imagining.  I know my own tendency to crave cheese and chocolate and red wine and road trips and new shoes and couch-sitting to a level that would deplete my health and my bank account, and this battle is so much more far-reaching than those petty desires.  I’m aware enough of my own brokenness to realize Rachel would have a hard road, denying her desires for self-gratification, in favor of a possibility of lasting peace, at the cost of denial of desire.

 

 

The thing is, I also know that Rachel, in and of herself, is unable to make and keep to this decision.

She needs someone to tell her she’s amazing just as she is, and that she can find peace in it. 

 

If she listens and decides to embrace her breathtaking created identity, she’s going to need help.  She’s going to need encouragement, and someone to challenge her when the going gets hard.  She will need someone to hug her, and weep with her at her own weakness, and to put a foot down when she’s over it all and tempted to harm herself.

 

Most of all, she’s going to need time with the One who made her, who longs to do nothing more than wrap His arms around her stunning self and embrace her. 

 

Because He made her, and although He would absolutely love her in any state, He longs for her to find fulfillment in her intricate, unique, and purposeful design.  He knows that when she embraces who she is, she will know true peace, true joy, true fulfillment.  Because He’s her Father, and He loves her.  And because His love is so very much more than we can comprehend, He will allow whatever human hardship might let her eternally understand His Love, in all its Glory. Whether she knows it or not in this present state of mind, she’s His little girl, and she is fearfully and wonderfully made.

 

Interestingly, when we talk about the gender issues of today, we get it backwards.  We forget that each person on earth is wonderfully made, and made for specific purposes, with unique intrinsic beauty.  Whether each person “feels it” or not, his or her gender is part of that created design.  With rare exceptions, body parts and character traits are in part defined by that male-ness or female-ness: parts designed to fit together perfectly and create short-term pleasure and create life.

 

No matter the agony of the process or the lure of man-made change, going against that preciousness will cause a shattered state.  Incredibly, our society has bought into a sort of Alice-in-Wonderland upside-down view of gender status and sexual behavior, in which we accept the decision to go against our natural state, as the “norm.”  Just as I might dive into a vat of chocolate and consume it until I’m gorged and suffering, we say “feed your temporal desires, because they are everything,” like we don’t know that sometimes saying “no” to ourselves is the strongest, bravest thing we can do.  We say “don’t discriminate against transgender/gay/etc… people,” forgetting what discrimination really means (and it doesn’t mean disagreeing in a loving and honest way), and meaning something more like “affirm their choice to live by temporary desire and short-term fulfillment even if it’s self-destructive,” forgetting that they are no different than an Asian woman who wants to be white.  She’s forsaken her natural beauty for something artificial, that can never fulfill who she was created to be.

 

I am learning every day to love with intention.  In my natural state, I admit, it’s easy for me to look at someone who is different and feel discomfort, frustration, and sometimes even fear.  When I know their choices are causing harm to themselves or worse, others, it is easy for me to get angry, and to worry about who else they may unwittingly harm.

But when I am listening to my Father’s heart, I look at those who have walked what I can only imagine is a horrifying journey for both body and mind, and feel heartbreak. 

 

My sharing here is not in criticism for those people, but a challenge for those of us who have accepted the lie that leaving who we are, to become something we are not, is normal, or is good.  It is a dare to accept the opportunities we may be given to love, but to speak the truth in loving.  It is out of love that I have to speak: we are, from conception, beautifully and wonderfully made.

 

A friend asked me recently what I would do if one of my children decided to live a gay lifestyle.  I will be gut-level honest and say it would hurt.  But it wouldn’t hurt because I hate my child or any gay person.  It would hurt, because I know without a shadow of doubt that it would hurt that child.  It would hurt, because I know each of my children was created amazingly, with unique gifts and abilities, with character traits and physical traits that will be used mightily in this world, and their gender and sexuality are part of that amazingness.  I know with all of me that choosing to forsake that identity would ultimately cause them harm, no matter what their short-term desires might tell them in the moment.

I pray for my children, that God will enable them to cling faithfully to His desire for their hearts, their minds, and their bodies, yielding their identity and their sexuality to Him.

 

If my child came to me and told me she no longer wanted to be a girl, but had always identified herself as a cat, I would know something had gone awry with her thought process.  I would know that surgically implanting claws and whiskers would not help her become a whole person, but that together, we needed to identify what had caused her fractured state of mind.  I would cry with her when she longed for a cat-life, but I would fight with everything I had to help her learn how much she is Loved, and how much the One who made her longs to help her embrace her identity as a wonderfully-made woman.

 

Of course this is hyperbole, but it makes a valid point: what is the line we use to say too far is too far?  Or has our society decided there are no lines, and it is a free-for-all of impulse of desire?  And further,

it is my desperate hope to make the point: love sometimes means saying, “the way you are choosing will cause you harm.” 

 

Love sometimes means drawing lines, and being willing to get in the trenches and help someone enforce those lines, even when they don’t see the necessity.  And sometimes, love means saying “no, I won’t join with you in self-harm, even if you don’t realize that’s what it is.”  The enemy of our very souls will lead some to read these words and slap the label “hate” on them.  But that enemy desires one thing only: death.

 

I will be the first to say there is much I do not understand, for I have not walked in the shoes of someone who is driven by sexual or gender identity desires that are contrary to their original design.  But I have seen those I love walk the walk.  And I know that I know, the answer, the hope, does not exist in helping someone I love self-destruct.  The answer is to be found by going back to the beginning, and learning to embrace the artistry, the originality, and the preciousness of human life.

 

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What Are We Selling? | Christians in Direct Sales

I’m afraid I may ruffle some feathers here.  If I do, that’s ok with me.  I hope it will start a conversation, and we can agree, or disagree, but either way, we’ll all be challenged.  I’ve been wrestling with thoughts on this issue for a while, and to be honest, I’m still wrestling.  But I can’t not talk about it any longer, because I think it’s an issue that really needs to be discussed: the issue of Christians in direct sales.

 

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It’s a fine line.  We want to be women of purpose, and we want to accomplish.  We want to help provide for our families, and we want to impact our world.  If you’re a Christian, you may also be challenging yourself with the description of the Proverbs 31 woman, who ran her business and her household with equal success and drive.  There’s so much pressure on women to do it all and be “it” all.  And there’s beauty excitement in being able to bring income into our homes, and in doing and sharing something we love while we’re at it.

 

But I’m seeing a disturbing trend, and it concerns me.  It’s a confusing trend of selling ourselves to make a profit.

 

By that, I mean that often, mamas I know discover the “magic” of direct sales, through multi-level companies.  Sometimes these opportunities are a blessing because they allow flexibility and the opportunity to work from home.  But what seems to happen is that building those businesses on the fast-growing-pace often advertised, relies largely on “selling” the seller.  That means, in some cases, lots of before-and-after pics of thinning bodies.  It means zealous promotion of the product, the program, the lifestyle.  Soon, they’re adding me as a friend and offering me discounted product to review.  They’re posting scripture and they’re posting links to group info calls.  I’m never sure whether I’m reading a devotional thought, or a promo for a new shake deal.  And that’s where, for me, the confusion comes in.

First of all, is the product and/or lifestyle we sell really what God promised, or desires for His followers?  Of course, He may choose to lavish us with worldly riches.  But more often than not, biblical examples and real-world stories show us that He may just as well allow us to suffer physical poverty, struggle, or brokenness, for our good and for His glory.  So if we use His name to promise, with the purchase of our product, that buyers will get worldly wealth, we aren’t being truthful.

 

One of the biggest concerns I have in this is the area of selling self-help programs and products, and using our bodies to do it.  Photo after photo pops up in my stream of sexy abs and plump cleavage, of bikini bottom before-and-afters, and the complements and “likes” build to a frenzy as we imagine the perfection we think we can achieve. But aren’t we just using a way-scaled-back form of selling our bodies when we have to show parts of us we wouldn’t want our sons staring at to show off the power of a smoothie?  And is it possible there’s a way we can advocate for health and wellness without baring our bikini lines for the internet to appreciate?  Even further, are we advocating a double standard when we teach our daughters modesty, but then bare our bodies (or someone else’s) on our Facebook page?

 

Now let me make this clear, I know modesty is a very fine line and it varies greatly based on culture, and I (as a wife and a mother of four sons) am very passionate about men taking responsibility for their own eyes and minds.  So I’m not trying to heap on my sisters the sole responsibility for guarding men from what they see.  But, deep breath here… for anyone of us who’s starting from the assumption that our first priority is to honor our Creator by doing what He asks of us, we actually do have a responsibility to be concerned for them and to show it in how we dress.  Hear me clearly, sister.  What they do isn’t my responsibility, and I’m not saying it’s yours.  But whether I choose to help them, well, that is.  I just can’t escape it.  So it is important that I think about whether what I’m wearing (and posting) is for their good.  Will it help them think honoring thoughts about me and other women?  Or will it make it harder for them to honor their wives (or future wives, or others’ wives)?  Is what I share, in my sales and marketing, pointing to God, or is it pointing to a god?

 

Sometimes, when I look at the stream of a fellow entrepreneur, I wonder, is she promoting her God, or is she promoting (her), a god?

 

I ask this question with a humble heart, because it’s a question I ask myself often, and I’m ever-fearful of an answer that would hurt my Papa’s heart.  I have this blog and another, Sal et Lux, where I share home decor ideas, recipes, and DIY tips, with the hope to encourage gospel living through hospitality.  I often do public appearances in the food industry, and I LOVE being on camera.  I’m a professional photographer, and for ten years, I ran a business that grew to support my family (with the hard work of my husband when he joined and helped it take off).  I studied hard to learn the skills to be an artist, but also to be a good businesswoman.  I learned about creating a “tribe,” and making myself my own “mascot,” so that my clients would trust the brand, because they know and trust the woman behind the brand, and I ADORE the stuff!  I learned how important it is for people to see the best “me,” because then they believe I have something good to offer.

 

Currently, I’m in the process of writing my first book.  I’m writing it because I believe I have something to offer that others need.  I believe what I write will glorify God.  And I want to sell that book, because I believe I can add to our family’s provision.  To that end, I’m promoting myself in many areas, and I step back over and over and ask the hard question of what I’m promoting for.

 

For me, every step I take needs to lead back to the heart of my Savior.  I want to use the gifts He’s given me, and I do hope to contribute financially to my family.  But more important than any of that, I want to give Him glory.  I pray hard (and sometimes, with a lump in my throat, I’ve received the answer in the form of personal challenge from a friend who dared to say good-hard things) that I will be willingly accountable to make this my first goal, and the only one that really matters.

 

My life exists for one purpose: to glorify God and lead others to Him.

 

I want to run with joy in the experiences I’m given, but I always, always, want the path to Him to be clear and primary.  There’s a little restless feeling that grows, though, when the lines become blurred between my identity and my image.  I am in danger of being trapped behind that image, and I’m tempted to tweak that image, when I don’t think it will “win” those I want to “influence.”

If you are pursuing a business and promoting, I want to challenge you, especially if you are a Christian, to consider the message you’re sending, and the product you’re selling.

 

 

Is your product something that will truly benefit others, also pointing them directly to Him, or is there a muddle of confusion about what exactly is up for purchase?  If your customer buys what you’re selling, will it draw them closer to the call God has for them, or will it primarily add to your bottom line?

If you’re walking this path with intention and thought towards these questions, I want to hear your thoughts on how you keep “first things first.”  How do you make sure there’s no confusion in your message, and that all roads lead directly to the glory of God?

Disclaimer: This article is a daring one, and it’s written to sisters who want to be challenged to live more deeply, more bravely.  For me, bravely has meant, in part, learning to be willing to let go of some of my “rights,” for the sake of love.  It’s going to rub some people the wrong way and that’s ok… I want to open the door for purposeful conversation.  I know some who read don’t begin with the same assumptions I do that God authored our lives and that His word is our guidebook, so if you’re there, it’s ok, too.  If you’re here though, and if you’re reading, comment below and let me know your thoughts.  It’s through thoughtful debate that we stretch and grow, and it’s the whole reason I write.

I’m asking myself these questions, too, so I’m still thinking on this one with you…

 

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No Fear (Christian Young Adult Book Review)

“The remarkable thing about God is that when you fear God, you fear nothing else, whereas if you do not fear God, you fear everything else.” – Oswald Chambers

 

Recently, my kids and I traveled to our state capitol to join thousands of others who gathered to pray for our country.  I am very focused, as a parent, on equipping my children to impact their world positively, in ways that call them to courage and integrity.  As Franklin Graham spoke, he encouraged Americans to pray, as Nehemiah prayed, with humility and passion.  I stood a few feet back from my children, and I watched them join hands with people of different races, age, and walks of life.  I was moved by the gift they were given in connecting for a cause that is bigger than they are.  I was also struck with just how dark much of our culture has become, and how increasingly difficult it will be for my children to live faithfully according to their God-given convictions, if our nation continues on the road it’s on.  Recently, I read a book called No Fear, what I would call largely a Christian young adult book, which encouraged me as a mom, and challenged me to pray more purposefully for my kids and their generation, but also gave me great hope at the courage of their peers already, taking a stand for the good of our country.

 

No Fear is a collection of “real stories of a courageous new generation standing for truth.”

 

A collection of real-life stories about American kids who stood up to opposition of their faith and of a cause they knew to be morally mandated, this book also ties stories to biblical biographies and principles.  Even more, it includes discussion/journaling questions which would be great for reading this book as a small group.  It is thought-provoking, it is encouraging, and it dares the reader to be bold and humble at the same time.

 

In a time where kids are at risk of not just peer pressure, but full-on attack from adults they should be able to trust to protect their integrity and freedom, it’s a powerful reminder that they can, like others before them in distant and recent history, take a firm stand.  I highly recommend this book for young adult readers, for families with older children, and for small groups.  It opens the door for powerful discussion with kids about what matters, and how they have a role in God’s plan for the world.  As cultural norms become more muddy, those discussions become more vital.  The next generation needs to know, with solid understanding, what they believe.  They need to be equipped intentionally with tools to lead.  They need to be taught to have respectful, intelligent conversation, but also emboldened to have unequaled courage… to speak the truth in love, even at personal cost.

 

No Fear presents for kids and young adults a series of portraits of modern-day heroes, and helps them to see the bigger picture of the story of God’s people being salt and light in this world throughout history… daring them to become central characters in the beautiful story He is writing with their lives.

 

Do you have youth and young adults who need encouragement in their faith walk?  Do you have a story of someone who has been brave, speaking the truth in love?  I’d love to hear.

 

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I was given a copy of No Fear in exchange for sharing my honest opinion.  I highly recommend this book, and would only share my honest thoughts for readers.