So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
I remember getting the call from the doctor…’your test is positive!’ My husband an I were having a baby! The excitement was just over the moon as we dreamed and planned. There was no way to determine the gender until the birth at that time, 40 plus years ago, so we just dreamed! A boy, just as handsome as you are dear. And with your curly Italian hair, and deep brown expressive eyes. Maybe, a girl with a sweet lilting laugh and dimples in her cheeks. We were starry eyed for weeks, thinking about colors for the nursery. Well, primary colors are best for their eye development. How about names? Stuck! Then the sickness set in and we were preoccupied with that for a while.
Every month we went to the Dr we received a good health report for baby. But, nothing compared to the minute that little head of black hair emerged fully and the Dr announced for the first time in public…’It’s a BOY!’
Our little boy was a typical child. Curious. Mischievous. A sponge for learning. Adventurous. He liked to play with trucks, dirt, worms and play-doh, but when his friend brought tea cups and dolls to play with, he played with her. Did he ever think he wanted to be a girl? I don’t think so. But, if he ever expressed that he did, we would have talked him down from that ledge. God had already determined it, even before he was in my tummy, he would be a boy for the rest of his life!
I remember the first time I realized that I was a girl. I was not exposed to anything I should not have been, I just had a light bulb moment. I also remember being glad I was a girl. I did not like getting my hands dirty with machines, or digging the coal into the hopper, or taking smelly trash out! That’s what I saw my father, a boy, do, so I thought that was what they were supposed to do as boys.
Since the ‘woman’s lib’ movement in the 60’s, those roles that kept us in our own lanes, started changing. Women wanted equality, and as they got it in their jobs, they began changing those roles we were so comfortable living in.
But, now our entire nation seems to be in a state of gender confusion. Oh, the majority know without a doubt that they are either male or female, the only two options the good Lord, and science gave us. Yet there is a very small percentage of people who want to live in the gender they ‘feel’ like. Does that strike you as crazy as it does me? Why does that minuscule percentage of confused people have such a big voice! Because they are LOUD!
Let’s think about a day in the life of a gender confused person. Rezin is a girl about 14 years old. She has always been big, tall and strong for her age. She did not like to play dolls, and even though she kept her hair long, she did not bother with it much. She liked sweatshirts and jeans most of the time, and it was a chore to get her into a dress. When all this gender talk began a ‘good friend’ of Rezin’s said, kidding, “Gee, Rezin, maybe you were supposed to be a boy. Rezin, being quite unsure, and insecure of her own self, in that teen-aged angst we all go through, began thinking. She began researching and found a lot of information that would back up the idea that she should be a boy. Did she ever look at the possibility that she was made just the way God wanted her to be? No. She just kept investigating the gender change until she convinced herself she would be better as a male.
After more research, more encouragement from her teachers and friends, she began a process that would take many years, a lot of work and counseling, a huge amount of money and the loss of many friends and family, She did keep her given name as it was gender neutral. Her clothing became boy’s clothing, she wore no make-up and cut her hair so she could sport a ‘man bun’. People in her job at a retail store were so confused to hear a female voice coming out of a male looking body. The blocking hormones didn’t do a complete job. Though she was accepted for who she was, it was always with a little bit of a question?
She lived a quiet life, always in the shadow of the secret she kept hidden from everyone in the new area she moved to. She didn’t have friends, people were confused about her identity. She did have a job that she liked, but always felt like she was hiding something-she was. Much of her life she hid the fact that even though she wanted to change genders, now that she had done it, it was not the panacea that she expected it to be for her emotional health. She did not confide in anyone but her very best friend, a girl. Now the plot thickens.
They became extremely close, then began dating. Rezin thought it was time to tell his (her) girlfriend that he had changed genders. He (she) was fearful, but finally explained the truth to her. She loved him (her) and would understand, right? Yet when Rezin told his (her) girlfriend the truth, after a quite lengthy dating relationship, Rezin was rejected!
A broken heart takes a long time to mend. Nothing Rezin did made up for the loss of his (her) friend and he (she) began retreating from social events. Then, forgot to eat, next became slovenly in his (her) hygiene, and because of that, absenteeism and poor attitude, he (she) lost his job. Then his car, than his apartment. Soon living on the kindness of family, shelters and friends, he (she) saw no way out. This was not the life he (she) had envisioned for himself. Out on the street, homeless, at the mercy of Christian organizations who came to help. On one very cold, windy winter night, Rezin said, ‘this will be easy, I will lay down here by the river. It’s too far away for them to find me from the rescue. If I lay down as soon as it is dark, it should not be long in these freezing temperatures before…I….freeze…to….death
The plan worked like a charm. When the mission found him (her), there was no identification, just as he (she) planned it. “Another man lost before we could reach him.” was the very sorrowful statement to the newspaper by the CEO of the mission. Some kind soul said, “we cannot just allow this man to be in a paupers grave, unidentified! That’s a travesty!” He paid all the expenses for Rezin to be taken care of with dignity.
The body was taken to an undertaker who prepared the body for burial. Seeing some confusing scars, the coroner requested a DNA test to confirm the identity. When the test returned, it was confirmed, yes, in fact, this was Rezin. And, Rezin is a woman. You see, no matter what a person does to try to change their body, their DNA will always confirm their God given gender. We can hide behind a dysphoria, a clothing and make-up change, hair and eye color, even surgery, but the gender is already ‘baked in’ and will not change. Surrendering to what God has made you, rather than running from it, is the way to be a productive and happy person. And, some Godly counseling would probably help!
*The story of Rezin is fictional. It could happen in any city across these United States. If you wonder where Rezin’s parents were. Well, they were totally opposed to this transition, but, once the equality bill, H R 5, was passed in 2021, she was the master of her own fate, and her parents had no say even as a minor! As a believer I am expected to follow the law UNTIL it crosses over my Christian mandates. This does on so many levels. As we are moving forward on this issue in the US, ‘We, the people’ need to express our opinion to our elected officials! We may have consequences of our opinions, but none will compare to the consequences if we allow God’s truths to be trampled mocked and undermined.
Love them, treat them with respect, share the gospel with them, pray for them. They are gender confused!
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