Sunday Morning Coffee: April

The last day of April! Seems to have come very quickly, and it’s going out just about the same way it came in. Except that we have dogwoods blooming, and our azaleas are slowly opening up. Tulips still thrive, but daffodils are resting until next year. I have big buds on my peonies, and the iris are showing signs of life. Spring is certainly a time of hope!

While a friends in Canada reported lots of snow, we were having days of 80+ degrees. That didn’t last for us. It’s been quite cool for the past few days. Not exactly summer yet 🙂

I saw a post today that Nebraska has over-ridden the governor’s veto of a law that defines what a woman is, what a man is. It is aimed at protecting the intimate spaces set aside for women–bathrooms, showers, women’s sports. I’m glad they over-rode her veto. She said she was afraid the bill would cause harm and bring lawsuits by biological males who want access to women’s facilities, including shelters where women and children can find protection from violent partners.

I was thinking about how my grandparents would have reacted to this controversy. They would have been shocked. They would have had a hard time understanding how a biological male could claim he was female, even though he was still endowed with male genitalia.

The bill does make allowance for babies whose sexual identity is ambivalent at birth. That is, there is evidence of both male and female genitalia. That is a totally different situation than a fully grown male claiming to suddenly be a female, even though he clearly isn’t. Some of these men have successfully managed a transfer to women’s prisons, and the reports of sexual assault against the female inmates have already started. It’s like putting a full-grown adult into the middle of a children’s playground. The playground, then, belongs to the adult.

Call me old-fashioned. I don’t care. My Bible says God created them “male and female.” It does not include “or whatever they decide to be.”

I’ll admit, there have been times–not many, but a few–when I’ve wished I were a man. Those times generally came during social gatherings, when the men talked politics or biblical matters while the women exchanged recipes and discussed babies, pregnancy, and childhood diseases. The men were more interesting!

But I have never wanted to BE a man. I am happy and content as God created me, thankful that my godly husband is responsible under God for the leadership of our family and that I can find security in following his leadership.

And by the way, real men don’t go around demanding they be respected just because they are men. I met one like that when I was in college. He was annoying. Real men don’t demand respect; they earn it and never take it for granted.