Pretty sure I’m going to get some blowback on this one. Which is ok… I welcome discussion. (Passionate is fine; nasty is not.)
Perhaps we can just follow the classroom rules of my son’s kindergarten teacher:
No name-calling.
No screaming.
No spitting.
I don’t know about you, but when I watch the news I’m both horrified and heartbroken by the prevalence of war in our world.
Geopolitical wars.
Guerrilla wars.
Civil wars.
And uncivil ones too.
Culture wars. Information wars. Ideological wars.
(Is it just me? Or does it seem they’re all escalating?)
The latest involves an NCAA swimmer, pregnant prisoners and legislation regarding elementary education. (Not going to wade into those waters here. Sorry to disappoint.)
All I know is this:
When God created humankind, he made them in the likeness of God. Male and female he created them…
Distinctly… beautiful.
If that concept rankles, here’s my rhetorical question:
Isn’t that exactly what we’ve been working toward all this time?
Celebrating our differences, our distinctiveness, our diversity? (Maybe I’m missing something but why does this concept apply to race, religion, orientation… and not gender?)
Listen, the last thing I want to do in this space is provoke, incite or infuriate. I want to be one of those blessed peacemakers. I really do.
And I want to be the best kind of friend to my loved ones who are wildly different from each other (and me). Because why would anyone want to be a lousy friend?
I’m blessed with family, friends and lovely acquaintances who are far-left and right-wing. Atheist, agnostic and devout (Jews/ Christians/ Muslims/ Buddhists/ Universalists). White collar, blue collar, no collar. A sublime array of races/creeds/colors. Single, separated, married, consciously uncoupled, divorced. Straight, scared straight…
And LGBTQ.
I cherish them all.
So I’ll gladly use their preferred pronouns. For the same reason I will ask the person sitting next to me on the plane if they prefer I wear my mask.
Because…
Respectfulness.
Kindness.
Care.
These are pretty simple, practical ways I can love my neighbor.
I get one shot at this.
And I’m not throwing away my shot!
(Couldn’t help myself.)
I’ve got one chance to get this right.
One lifetime – day by day – to live and love the way Jesus does.
And here’s what I’ve come to realize:
Often I have no clue about a person’s backstory. Their upbringing or education or relationships. Their poverty, privilege or present circumstances. Their trauma or tender places.
Or why they see themselves a certain way.
When I was six years old, I thought babies came from heaven… and came out through Mom’s belly button.
But I knew boys and girls had inherent distinctions: anatomical and physiological. (Though I had no idea how to spell those words or what they meant.)
In other words…
Follow the science.
The problem is… we don’t always like the science. We want to change the science, bend it to our will, re-shape it, re-package it and re-present it to the seeing world.
We’ve invented colored contact lenses and sunless self-tanning lotions and cosmetic surgeries/dental veneers/Botox. And when those fail, we can improvise with editing tools and filters.
Because we want control over our bodies… and our images.
I’m no different. I use whitening toothpaste and wrinkle cream and Spanx. And my lovely stylist Rachel whips up a “potion” that magically eliminates the grey from my hair and makes it fifty shades of auburn again. (Love that. And her.)
And since I’m no different, I surely can’t/shouldn’t/won’t point a finger or wag my tongue. I agree that chromosomes – while they may seem ill-fitting – are telling. That’s called biology.
But if someone feels “trapped” in the anatomy of a gender that doesn’t “match,” shouldn’t that evoke compassion, rather than ridicule? Tender care rather than harsh judgement? Mercy rather than malice?
Shouldn’t it compel us to convey the most comforting/compelling/conclusive truths about who they are?
You are special.
You are wonderful.
You are beautiful.
You are one-in-a-trillion, a true original.
Because God says so. (Your Maker.) He’s an innovative designer, nurturing parent, brilliant artist, loving friend.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day. ~ Psalm 139:13-16
We need to teach our children their intrinsic value… and affirm their infinite worth. We can acknowledge their physiological differences without regarding one or another as inferior or impeded. We ought to relate from a starting point of kindness and care so we can all safely reach our (divine) destination.
We can heal the world by seeing – through loving lenses – and listening – to truly hear – and loving – deeply and well.
If we don’t, we will lose an entire generation to isolation, disassociation, despair.
The time is now.
May Day!
Wendy
P.S. You can’t love your neighbor, if you never get to know them. When was the last time you had someone who doesn’t look/sound/talk/think like you into your home? How often do you invite someone with opposing views (on anything – religion, politics, pastries) for coffee and conversation? Start with “hello” and a smile and see where it goes.