Wednesday, June 29, 2005

What Is 'Feminine' And 'Masculine'?

As I was looking over this post, I realized that I did not explain myself very well. I added a little. I may come back and change some more. If you think it is unclear, tell me. I don't want any misunderstanding.
Who decides what the standards are for femininity or masculinity? God does, up to a certain point. He made the male body different from the female body. He made the male and female psyches different, as a whole. Beyond that, it is determined by the person himself/herself. Each man or woman is different from every other person, male or female. I am not talking about what is male or female, or a husband or a wife. I'm talking more along the lines of attitude, dress, career, likes and dislikes.
Aside from those who have real personality disorders and those who need healing or deliverance in their inmost selves, anyone's personality is the way they are supposed to be. I say this because I was watching Joyce Meyer on television the other day and she talked about how people judge her because of the way she looks and acts. I also once heard a man on television say he liked such-and-such an evangelist because she preached without losing her 'femininity'.
Who gave him the right to say who is feminine and who's not? No one should say someone is not being who they are meant to be. Joyce Meyer herself said that she tried to be like all the other 'good' Christian women around her. She tried to be more demure. She tried to take up sewing. She tried to talk with a softer voice. She tried lots of things and was so disappointed in herself when she couldn't be the way she thought she was supposed to be.
Until one day God came along and told her to stop. He said she wasn't supposed to be like anyone else. She was supposed to be the way he made her to be. So she let go. Now she has a great ministry. I think some people might say she isn't very 'feminine'. So what? God made her female, so everything she does is feminine by that very fact. She can't but be feminine. It doesn't matter that she she may not live up to your idea of what is feminine. Your definition is not broad enough.
I know men who are more 'feminine' than some women, and vice versa. I, myself have some traits that are more feminine and others that are very masculine. Sometimes I don't like the personality of certain people. I just don't 'click' with them. That does not mean they are not who God made them to be.
Sometimes people set these standards for themselves. They try to do everything that shows that they are a 'man' or a 'woman' and nothing that seems inappropriate. They end up like caricatures of men and women. They are trying to be what they already are!
No one has the right to set up a standard of what they think other people (or even themselves) should be. God gaves us the basics. Everything else is up to us!
God loves diversity. In Himself there are three! One, but three! He made different flavors, colors, textures, personalities. Everyone is different from everyone else.
Thanks be to God for our differences! Without them life would be very boring indeed.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

I miss you, 'David'

This is a long post, but I needed to write it. It is something that has been weighing on me for decades. It took me over two hours to get through. Then I had to be away from it for a little while today, so I could come back to look it over with fresh (and not so teary) eyes and see if I really wanted to publish it. I think I will.

Here it is:

I plan on moving in the near future, so I have been going through all my stuff; throwing some things away and packing others. I just came across some pages that I had printed out some time ago concerning a friend of mine from years past.

For the sake of his privacy, I will call him David. He was my best friend. We went to a summer daytime program every year for four years. This was mostly for kids whose parents worked and needed a place for their children to go during summer break.

He was a very sweet, generous person. He never treated me like I was inferior, while most everyone else did. He took up for me. No one else did. It was automatic; I didn't even ask, although he probably would have said that I didn't need to. We did everything together - played, did Arts and Crafts, made cities out of sand, talked, swam and ate lunch - everything! We got called for a special Arts and Crafts class - I'm not sure why -, just us two , where we made our own Play Dough-type stuff and used them to make puppets. While we were making them, we made up a story about our puppet characters. We liked the story so much that we asked the teacher if we could make it into a puppet show. She said yes, and we put it on for the parents!


Once he broke his collarbone and couldn't swim for a while. I didn't feel like swimming without him, so I said I also wouldn't. He insisted that I would do no such thing. He said that he would not have me give up something I enjoyed because of him, so I swam and he sat outside the pool fence the whole time, making conversation with me. I did not truly appreciate this until I was an adult. I did water tricks to entertain him. Later, I was able to return the favor when I cut my heel on a piece of glass in the pool (how it got there - who knows?) and was unable to swim for a short while. I was the one to sit outside the fence and keep him company.

Another time we came upon two older kids (about 16 years old) on the ground having sex - in front of the building! They weren't fifteen feet from the front doors, in plain sight. We looked at them in disgust. We said to each other that we couldn't believe they were doing that - and in front of the kids! They shouldn't be seeing that! Of course we meant all the younger children around. Funny, we were trying to protect the others, but of course, we weren't much older. Then I said that we should go tell a teacher. But the thing was, the way the building was made, we really couldn't get around them to go inside. We were scared of them (especially the boy) because they were so much older and bigger. Then David decided that he had had enough. He walked right up to them and spoke. They did not notice him, so he yelled at them. He asked them what the heck they thought they were doing, out in public like that, and with children around. The boy looked up, startled. They did not even seem to know where they were. The boy pulled his pants up, in somewhat of a daze, and he and the girl stumbled off into some bushes where, I can only guess, they finished what they had started. I was scared. I thought the older boy would yell at him and/or hit him, but he didn't. It was then that I realized that David was brave, braver than I was. I really admired him.

In our last year at the program, there was a teacher who taught a certain sport. We noticed funny things about this teacher. At lunch time he would go home and would sometimes take one of the boys with him. It was passed around that he paid these boys a quarter to let him do things to them. We of course thought this was wrong. We thought that people who weren't married shouldn't do sexual things and especially shouldn't pay people to do it. We thought these boys should not "let" him do these things. We never even thought about this being a crime, because the boys did it (in our minds) voluntarily. It is strange how children think. Now we know better. We tell our children these things are wrong. I wish we had been given the heads-up.

Anyway, one day I left with my aunt to go on vacation to her house in another state. Every day of the week before I left, I meant to tell David that I was going, so he wouldn't expect me there that next week. But I kept forgetting when I got there. So I left on vacation feeling awful. When I got to talk to my mom on the phone later that week, I asked her to have my younger brother tell David how sorry I was. She told me that he couldn't; David wasn't there. I asked why. Then she said that she had something to tell me.

I think you can guess what she said. David had gone missing and that teacher could not be found. In fact, the man had escaped from a prison in another state, where he had been serving time for child molestation. I was in a daze for some time after that. My mother told me to pray for David. I did, with fervor. When I got home, his face was plastered on posters everywhere. I saw his curly blonde hair and blue eyes on the television during the news.

Our house had been sold, so we were moving and going on a pre-planned trip across most of the western half of the United States. I did not want to go. My mother told me that there was nothing I could do anyway, except pray. I think she also thought it would be a good idea to get me away from the constant reminders. Then she taught me a new strategy. She said I should pray thanking God for bringing David home. I thought this was ridiculous. Why would I thank Him for something He hadn't done? She said it would show God I had confidence in Him to do this. I still thought it was ridiculous. But I did it.

A little later in the trip, my mom talked to my sister-in-law on the phone. He had been found! I wanted to go home, but we didn't. I knew some of the things that happened while I was gone, but not everything. Of course I knew he had been raped many times.

It took almost twenty years for me to get up the courage to find out what happened. While growing up, I thought I probably could have prevented it. I knew that if I had been there to play with him, he would have never gone off with this man. He would have been with me. I found out later that my brother thought it was his fault because he left David alone. Some boys were trying out cigarettes out of sight of the teachers and offered David one. So he tried one, I think, to be cool. Who hasn't? My brother told him if he was going to smoke, he (my brother) wasn't going to play with him. So he went off somewhere else. That was the day David was taken. He lived with the guilt for many years, as did I.

I wanted to know more about what happened, but I felt like it would be intruding into David's privacy. Finally, I looked up the old records online. I was not prepared. When I read them, I felt like someone literally had hit me in the face and stomach. All the guilt and pain I had been through during those years came back. I went back into a daze for some time.

The man, who shall remain nameless for David's sake, kidnapped him and kept him living in a car with him. He threatened to kill David's family if he told anyone. David believed him. He was found a month later. The man was sentenced to five concurrent sentences of fifty years each, for charges concerning David and other boys.

I live only five miles from where this happened. Every time I drive by, I can think of nothing else.

I came across the pages I printed out about this just today, while cleaning things out. It all came back again. I never did see David after I got home. But I have thought about him, it seems, almost constantly since then. Even after all these years. And every time I do, I pray for him. I wonder how he is. Is he bitter? Does he know God? Has God healed him of his pain? Is he still alive? I do not know. I have often wanted to find out, but I felt that I could not bring myself to find him because of the pain it may invoke (for him). God help us both.

You may wonder why I am writing all of this. I have never really told anyone about David. A little, but not really. The effect that reading those pages has had on me made me realize I had to tell someone. So, I chose this blog. Thanks for letting me talk.

I don't know if you are out there, 'David', or if you will ever read this, but know that I love you and have not forgotten you. And never will.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Oops!

I accidentally typed in the wrong address for the link directly below. It is now correct.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

On A Lighter Note

This is interesting. I love hearing about people being changed by God.

What?

This makes me sick.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Writer's Block

What to do? I can't think. I have a couple of ideas, but they are still in development. I haven't been in the mood to write about those things yet - and I do have to be in the mood for a certain topic when I write.

Somebody suggest a topic; I will take it into consideration.
......please.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Haunting

I got the beautiful photo shown below my blog title at catholic.org. I don't know if it is copyrighted or not. If you know, please tell me. I named it the way it looks: Haunting.

If you are reading this some time in the future and the photo is no longer under my blog title, you may see it
here.

Friday, June 03, 2005

In Name Only

Why is it that so many so-called Christians don't practice their faith? I am getting really tired of hearing people say they are Christian, and then turn around and deliberately do things that are against Christ . They act like it's no big deal. They say,"God knows my heart." Oh yeah, He knows. He knows that you care more about what you want than what He says.

It is a big deal. Calling on God to testify that you are his - which is what you are doing when you say you are a Christian - makes God look like either a liar or an idiot. You make God seem the hypocrite-"Yeah I did give you the commandments, but I didn't really mean it. I didn't know what I was saying. Do whatever you want."- when, actually, you are the hypocrite.

If you believe in Christ, then you know He is smarter than you. He actually knows what is better for you than you do. Live according to His will. And don't tell me you don't know His will. Even people who don't believe in God at all have a very good idea what it means to be Christian. If you are calling yourself Christian, then you know what needs to be done. Read your bible. Join a church. Pray every day. Pray like He hears you and cares what you say, because He does. And listen for His voice - He's there. Ask Him to help you develop your relationship with Him - He will. And one more thing: keep people around you who have a strong relationship with God; it really helps. They can answer your questions and encourage you when you need it.

If you don't really believe, then don't say you are a Christian. This is lying. You are pretending to be something that you are not - which is what the word 'hypocrite' means.

It is people like you that make Christ look bad, when He has nothing to do with it. Choose one side or the other. For the day will come when He will say," I know your works; I know that you are neither cold nor hot. How I wish you were one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I will vomit you out of my mouth!" *

Choose Life, that you may live. You won't regret it.


* Revelation 3:15-16