Open Your Eyes America

There’s two main things you need to know about me. One, I really love Jesus. Like a lot. Two, I love people also. In fact, a large majority of my time is spent trying to love people like the Lord does. It’s something He commands me to do, and I take it very seriously. So whenever a situation occurs that ruffles feathers I like to put on my WWJD glasses. I am totally aware that sounds silly, but whatever. It’s the best way I know to put it. The point is, I don’t speak out as a devil’s advocate, per se, but rather as an Ambassador of Christ. I forever and always want to speak in love. Even when I disagree with the opinion of others. 

So when we recently experienced a debate concerning Target and transgender bathrooms I was one of the first peacekeepers to step out vocally to say, “now hold on a minute.” And what that was was not necessary my support of something I disagree with, or even my rolling over to bare my belly to the enemy. It was simply a Christian trying her hardest to act Christ-like. It was me seeing hate and ugliness flying around and reminding folks that’s no way to solve it. You can see my post about Target here.

I didn’t like people who subscribe to God is Love acting like they didn’t love people like God does. And I still don’t like that. Since we’re all creations of The Great I Am we all deserve to be ascribed worth. Hello, we were all made by a worthy creator. But here’s where it starts segregating. While God made all of creation, only a portion of His children follow Him with their whole heart and seek His face. And as far as that goes, sin I mean, I truly believe there’s none greater than the other. I’ll be the first to say that when I lived a life of sin, drinking like a fish and hanging out at the strip clubs, that I was just as bad or worse than anyone else who isn’t hearing God’s will for their life. But when I decided to follow Him with my entire life I let all that stuff go. 

Regardless of my history, that thank God has been forgiven through the blood of Jesus, I stand firm in seeing all people who fall short, much like I still do, as beautiful, precious brothers and sisters. It’s no secret I pull the love card frequently when conflict arises and I’m surrounded by angry folks who speak before thinking and give the family (God’s family, aka, Christians) a bad name. I do. But I also know this. Sometimes no matter how much you love someone and ascribe them worth, if you disagree with them you will be labeled a hater. 

You’re a bigot. 

A redneck. 

A Bible Thumper. 

A homophobe. 

A close-minded conservative. 

Well, consider me all of the above if you must, but something has gotta give. We are living in a pot, and we’re a frog inside. The water has been brought to a boil so slowly that we have no idea we’re dying from the inside out. We’ve been hanging in there while moral corruption has become as normal as the sitcoms on Disney Channel or the cover of Sports Illustrated, which in case you’ve missed have become pretty cringe-worthy in my book. 

In fact, the majority has slowly become so accustomed to the status quo of acceptance and massaging hurt feelings that we’d have to boycott everything from our telephone carrier to our school district to stand firm for our beliefs. Television totes sexual sin as norm, moms are encouraged to unwind with a bottle or two of wine before trying alternative, healthy outlets to blow off steam, and we’re constantly reminded as females why we should be angry that men are dominant towards us. Gasp. So it’s okay to dress like a woman who sells her body, but a man better not treat us like we do. 

We’ve been killing babies since the seventies, promoting premarital sex in schools, and turning a blind eye to parents who pursue the love of money over their children. I mean, we’ve gotten so comfortable saying it takes a village to raise our children that poor teachers are left holding the bag, imparting things that should be enforced at home. It’s ok, though. We’ll just put all the kids on Ritalin instead of giving them a spanking. That’s child abuse, after all. 

(Try not to get your knickers in a bunch if your kid is on ADHD meds. If you’re installing morals in your child then I’m not talking to you.)

My point is that Obama’s announcement about schools, transgender bathrooms, and federal funding doesn’t surprise me one bit, and it really shouldn’t surprise you either. I mean, seriously, we live in a country where the people who were discovered to be selling baby arms and organs don’t get in trouble; the people who pointed out the atrocity are. 

We shouldn’t be surprised that the Christian beliefs we hold don’t matter to most, and that if we don’t accept something that the Bible states is a sin, then we are intolerant and hate-filled. This didn’t just happen today. It’s been culminating for decades. Surprise. 

Of note, I am completely aware that the term transgender isn’t mentioned in the Bible, but I do remember this verse. 

Jeremiah 1:5

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

A lot of people disagree with me on this, but here it is. I don’t believe God makes us one gender physically and assigns another in our head. That’s my opinion based on my belief system, and it’s my right to feel that way. It’s my right to not wish my five year old daughter to see a penis in the restroom or changing room. But my rights don’t matter and are being taken away in favor of making sure “no one feels left out.” Well guess what? I feel left out as a Christian. I feel like my desire to have my daughter not be around male genitalia at such a tender age is not being honored. I am such an unreasonable racist. 

Wake up America. Or should I say, open your eyes followers of Jesus. We are being pushed down under the boot heel of Satan’s agenda, and while that might sound exaggerated and eye-roll worthy to some, I’ll ask who you think we’re fighting anyway? It’s not the Obama administration, or even Target as I mentioned before. The battle isn’t flesh and blood my friends, and perhaps the sooner we get on our knees to enlist in the Spiritual battle the better off we will be. 

It’s enough to send one crying in defeated tears, but then I try to remember this. 

John 16:33

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

But until the end of the story, where God wins, we’re left with an existence of sharing bathrooms, being afraid to refuse services that don’t align with your morals, and being called a hateful person if you do. Something none of us want, but sadly will be labeled because we stand for truth. 

And I guess that’s the only suggestion I can give. Don’t stop. Keep standing firm for your beliefs. Don’t compromise. I’ve honestly never been so glad that I homeschool as I am today. But I’m realistic enough to realize that one day even that right may be taken from me. Guess I’ll be going off-grid when that happens. 

Wake up children of God. Yes, show love. Lots of it. But when it comes to protecting your children I want you to sit down and pray. Seek the Lord for your next step when sin starts knocking at your door asking if it can stay at your house. After all, when you stand before the Lord don’t you want to know you stood courageously when the whole world ran amuck?