If you consider yourself a feminist, please read on. All of the nice principles you think you are supporting may have been misrepresented to you.
To begin with, I would like to suggest something that isn’t widely known or accepted. It is this:
The feminist movement was never meant to benefit women. Its goal has always been to use the discontent of women to destabilize society.
It is important to realize that, when the feminists talk about “women’s rights,” they don’t mean fair treatment for women in jobs, school, or home. When feminists talk about “women’s rights,” they mean a radical restructuring of society, with government using its power to force feminist goals on all the rest of us.
Feminism doesn’t work. It’s destructive, and it’s headed for your peace and well-being via your own discontent.
I know a lot of effort has been put into trying to convince us the movement isn’t all that bad, that it is being demonized, that it’s really all about making things fair for everyone. Especially recently, it’s been presented as the kinder, gentler sort of women’s lib.
Then the women’s marches on Washington DC happened. All it took was one of these rallies to pull off the veneer and expose the wormy wood underneath.
Unfortunately, these efforts are familiar to those of us who were alive during the last half of the 20th century. Here is a description of the movement in earlier years:
In consciousness-raising sessions, women exchange their horror stories about men and, with this kind of mutual sharing and encouragement, little slights are magnified into grievances, small grievances are transformed into bigger grievances, and women are able to blame “society” or “all men” for their own failures, mistakes, and disappointments… This is the psychology of producing bitter – but dedicated – women activists.
It doesn’t matter how much perfumed “niceness” they try and spread over it, today’s feminism is the rotting carcass of a failed idea, and it’s stinking up the world.
It’s one thing for the world to stink, it’s another for the church to follow suit.
In the very places the Bible is held up as the ultimate authority on everything, women can’t encourage homemaking, they can’t talk about submission, they aren’t allowed to celebrate women choosing motherhood as their ministry. No, they have to cow-tow and carry the party line even in the sanctuary. Any reference to reverencing the men in their lives will associate them that awful, horrible, demeaning label of “patriarchal.”
(Never mind that God is THE Patriarch.)
We who know the truth have been bullied into silence. We’ve been told that to speak out is not “nice,” or “Christ-like,” so we stand to the side and watch it happen.
But we are being spineless and selfish. We care more about our own reputations and looking “loving” than really loving others by telling them the truth. Sometimes I think we women are the most destructive when we are “loving.” We stroke and soothe and “nice” people right down the corridor to hell.
The Lord never said that love would set us free. He said that TRUTH would be our liberator:
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough. With God’s help, I’m going to use this post right here to speak some truth, and I hope there are many listening.
I’m not speaking up as a princess in an ivory tower. I can converse with “gender equality” on a first-name basis due to my stint as a soldier in the US army. The myth of women’s lib was destroyed for me the first time I slid on my back through mud under a net of barbed wire.
So I’ve decided to explain things in a form we can all relate to; an open letter to feminism. I hope you will help me fight for the freedom of women everywhere. I hope you will take it and copy and share it with as many people as you can.
I’ve been quiet for much too long. I’ve allowed you to intimidate me into silence via a million accusations. But I’m done. I’m through apologizing to you for the way I live.
I honestly don’t know why I ever had to apologize to you for anything. I’m not the one with the problems, you are. I’m tired of playing “nice” out of fear. I’m finally going to tell the truth about you and I don’t even care if it hurts your “feelings.”
Why?–because too much is at stake, because Jesus told me to love, because only the TRUTH sets us free.
And I am so free, and you are such a slave-driver. It must burn you that women like me still exist. It must gall you that we encourage each other via the Internet. It must eat you alive when you have your vulgar, screaming rallies that there are hoards of us still at home kissing our husbands and nursing our babies.
I am old enough to remember your bra-less “coming out” party in the 60’s and 70’s. I was one of those vagabond children tossed to the side to make room for the “freedom” of immorality. Dad was out, boyfriends were in. Good Housekeeping subscriptions were canceled, Playgirl was in the mailbox.
You made modesty prudish and inhibitions neuroses. You declared children a necessary nuisance better relegated to the babysitter. Under your influence housecleaning became optional, as did makeup and fixing one’s hair. You told us it was OK to please ourselves no matter how it affected others.
You told us selfishness was a virtue.
“Oh, it’s all for the greater good,” you touted, as you watched the limbs of live babies being severed by doctors’ scalpels and children going home after school to emptiness.
If a woman should dare speak up against your new arrangements, you labeled her a judgemental bitty, or religious fanatic, or something else equally awful. The men who tried to counter you were muzzled via a number of strategies. The least was to declare them ungentlemanly, the greatest was to verbally and emotionally emasculate them.
And just like the wicked wasp you are, society has felt your repeated stings.
We are not better off in any way. Single moms are just as poor, fatherless children are just as lost. Domestic violence is higher than ever, as is substance abuse of every kind, and has actually increased among the female population. So many babies have died the numbers are in the hundreds of millions.
But now we are experiencing a new set of tragedies you have created for us. You have confused boys and girls and allowed them to be mutilated by sadistic adults. You’ve made people so afraid of marriage that they push it out of their lives. You have robbed from women the satisfaction and fulfillment of becoming mothers. The result? A huge increase in despair and suicide.
If this is the “women’s utopia” you promised, I defect.
I defect to home, to the sweet sighs of newborns and the happy hullabaloo of childhood play. I choose the accolades of a husband who returns from work to an order and a warm, delicious meal. I choose being there when my neighbor needs a ride to the hospital in the middle of the day.
And, even though I may be as tough as nails, I’m not afraid to show softness, sweetness, and kindness. These characteristics are more valuable to the world than a million banshee screaming women’s rights rallies.
Instead of destroying, I spend my time building, cultivating and coaxing the beauty out of my environment. I do this with every fiber of my being, all for the benefit of the significant others in my life.
I use polite language and am respectful because I care about others and I respect myself. I see all people as being equally valuable in the sight of God.
And I choose to love men. I find they are decisive, and strong, and straight-forward, and I like that. Yes, they have lots of warts, but so do women. As we learn to look past their faults and appreciate their strengths, our own worth will rise to the top, naturally, no vitriol required.
This is the way Jesus taught us by His life.
Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross. Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
Yes, Jesus was a man, too, and I like that. I like that because He calls the Church His Bride, and He sacrificed everything for her, to cover her and bless her and show her His undying love and care.
And when He comes back He won’t even take a second glance at you. All that you have tried to do will be obliterated by the Light of His being. It will be the backwards, old-fashioned souls who dared to believe God that He will reach His hand out to.
The royal daughter is all glorious within the palace;
Her clothing is woven with gold.
She shall be brought to the King in robes of many colors;
The virgins, her companions who follow her, shall be brought to You.
With gladness and rejoicing they shall be brought;
They shall enter the King’s palace.
So go ahead and screech your vulgarities. Walk around holding your profane signs. March right up to the President’s door if you like.
But if I were you I would be trembling with fear. The Ultimate Patriarch, God the Father, is not impressed.
And neither am I.