Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Real War on Women



(Philippians 4:1) Wherefore, my brethren beloved and longed for, my joy and crown, so stand fast in the Lord, my beloved.  (4:2) I exhort Euodia, and I exhort Syntyche, to be of the same mind in the Lord.  (4:3) Yea, I beseech thee also, true yokefellow, help these women, for they labored with me in the gospel, with Clement also, and the rest of my fellow-workers, whose names are in the book of life.

Those who know me well will testify that I am a strong, independent, resourceful woman. I am not nor ever have been a feminist though. I am not a man nor do I wish to be one or better than.

And here is why.

I’ve been a full-fledged feminine female for almost seventy years with never a moment spent worrying whether or not I had equal rights. I never thought I ought to protest for rights that have already been won for me or insist that I am more valuable than anyone else, male or female. The laws are in place. Individual prejudice can never be eradicated. Is there injustice? Of course. 

Frankly, in my lifetime, women have done me more disservice and looked down on me many more times than men. 

I’m tired of the battle being waged when the purpose is no longer clear. And I am ashamed. 

I am tired of women portrayed as super-warriors in every medium, TV, movies and books, as though there must still be something to prove. That a skinny cop with long blonde hair is capable of wrestling down a tattooed Goliath and cuffing him while calling for back up on her cell is ludicrously stuffed full of agenda. 

I am also tired of men being cowed down and emasculated. The back lash is producing the inevitable - but not what was planned. The rise in abuse and disrespect for women is exponential and directly relatable to the demise of respect for manhood. The pendulum always swings back. It has no where else to go.

The unisex ideology began when I was still a young mother. Women and men being portrayed as, not just equal in human rights, but equal in every other attribute, strength, endurance, mentality, the object being to erase all traces of biological difference. A stepping stone perhaps?

Let me now point out why all of this is absurd. Regardless the inequities this life presents there is a solution. There is an underlying truth. 

Godly women are already free because they are surrendered to Christ. They can do all things through Christ. 

Godly women do not need to protest or strip naked, or use foul language demanding to be seen as capable of being as base as men can be to make themselves respected.

Women and men who are servants of Christ, are the freest humans on earth. 

And not to put too fine a point on it - Godly women do not quote Scripture and then applaude the likes of Madonna to speak for them.

Some will surely disagree but what I see is that this is simply antichrist spirit doing his best to destroy us. Don’t fall for this lie. 

For Him,

Meema

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Stand


This year I’ve noticed a quiet movement, especially among those whose opinions I care to consider. It’s defined by the word - Stand. Whatever that means for others, for me it means to be willing to speak rather than be silent just to avoid conflict. 

With that in mind I offer this:

I’ve noticed lately that my prayer life has changed. Even as troubles and tribulations mount and requests for prayer have increased, I am reduced to  - and deliver us from evil

Jesus recommended that plea when He responded to the request to tell the disciples how to pray so I lean on that as good authority. Even so, I always finish up my morning prayers (before I get out of bed) with - ‘what would You have me do today, Lord?’

Here’s a confession, I have never really known what God wanted from me, not in almost seven decades, other than to listen, obey and trust and wait for further instructions. To be a willing empty vessel. Other than that my ‘grand purpose’ was never delineated. I’ve come to think of myself as a facilitator. A seed planter. Certainly, I wasn’t endowed with the mandate to preach or teach, as others have. When I know something, because I dared to ask and then I received, I don’t necessarily have doors open up to me allowing me to share with others. This blog and a handful of books is as good as it gets on that plane.

This might sound very strange to most people who are conditioned to believe that we, as Christians, are required to preach the gospel to everyone who crosses our paths. I concede some are some aren’t but the feet can’t do what the ears do. To make it a law is a man-made concept.

I do, and have for many years, reject man-made religion. 

Let me be clear I do not, however, reject Christ or the power of sharing by quiet example, silent prayer and alms given in secret. I am all in on those.

Here’s why.

First of all, Christ did not come to establish a new religion. Those who follow Christ’s teachings were referred to as followers of The Way, back in the day. The label ‘Christian’ came later. Humans do so love to put labels on things. But the problem is, labels come with boxes. Humans also love to keep things defined with specific boundaries, so they can manage everything efficiently, understand, and then postulate with intelligent explanations. 

But God will not live in a box. Nor a building made with hands. Nor a human concept of Who and What He is. When Christ came to shake things up, to fulfill the promise of all the Old Testament prophets for complete change, religion and all the tidy boxes it fit into was already well established and proven to be a dead end both literally and figuratively speaking.

I am an incorrigible maverick, a thinker not a follower, and therefore cannot worship anything manmade, neither idol, man or law that redefines and limits God or requires that He resemble our understanding, so when I came to grips with the truth that Christ changed everything, meaning EVERYTHING, I had to decide to leave it all behind or just the manmade parts. Which left me floating in space without a tether to the mother ship. For a nano second.

Stripped and alone with Christ, emptied of all dogma, religiosity, and the skews high intelligence enforces on simple truth, I did a free fall into a singular, personal relationship with Christ Himself. Now I look upward and outward instead of inward. I don’t need self-esteem, I have Christ-esteem. I don’t need to love myself - I am loved by Christ. I don’t need to measure everything by how I feel, my feelings are protected by the ultimate truth that nothing matters but what is in Christ’s interest. Nothing. Else. Matters. I do not matter except as He chooses to shape me for His own purpose and will. And it’s more than okay if I don’t understand. Or heard by many. If only one finds inspiration in these words, I have stood well enough.

The smartest human on earth still cannot possibly have the answers so while I might listen to or read what others have to say, I cannot follow what does not align with Christ’s teachings. Christ said, “Follow me”. It wasn’t a command, it was an invitation. Choose or don’t. Believe or don’t. 

But here's a friendly warning - just tread lightly when deciding to define Christ by false religion. It’s been around a long time, that fake representation of another Jesus.  But He didn’t create it. 

For Him,

Meema

Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Power of Perspective



Many years ago I was struggling with some difficult times, mostly financial. It was during my childrearing days and I did a lot of volunteer work as I was a stay at home mom (long before the term was coined), so I sat in on quite a few meetings for different organizations, like PTA and scouts. One day I was seated next to an older woman thinking more about how I was going to rob Peter to pay Paul that month than what was being presented to the group. We had exchanged the cursory gracious acknowledgement of each other but I could feel her looking at me during the meeting. I finally turned to her and must have had a look on my face “what?” 

She smiled and said, “Your shoulders are carrying something heavy I can tell.”

I was both shocked and slightly panicked. I’m not one to air my personal issues and certainly not with strangers. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so, she continued:

“There was a young woman who was troubled with every right to be. Life had her pushed into a corner and she was losing hope of ever being happy again. One day, she was sitting on a bench in a park weighted down with her many problems when an elderly woman came and sat beside her and whispered something to her and then got up and left. The young woman suddenly stood up with clear purpose and walked quickly home.” 

I waited for a few seconds and then, itching with curiosity for a punch line I asked, “So, what did the old woman whisper?” 

The lady smiled and replied, “If you knew you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do with them?” 

My worldly troubles eventually resolved themselves, as they always do, but I never, ever forgot the flush of changed perspective I felt sitting there, completely exposed and full of every kind of emotion. How many things can you think of that you would do, or would never be able to do, or how many things that seem so important you suddenly realize that just do not matter in the context of not enough time left? 

Not only did I never forget this nugget of truth and how it impacted my perspective, I have felt an obligation to pay it forward as it was once, so long ago, graciously spent on me. 

Figure out what really matters and suddenly everything else becomes irrelevant. The peace beyond all understanding that comes from this is a wellspring.

For Him,
Meema