Just Wait

I’m going to apologize for being negligent these past few weeks. I posted my whack post at a really inopportune time. As I’ve been reading comments from all you fine people I’ve realized I should probably clear up a few things before having an in-depth conversation about this issue.

As you’ve probably noticed, I feel very strongly about gender issues. In ranting about feminism and all I tend to forget these two important things…

1. You all can’t read my mind so you don’t know what I’m not saying. Well, I am in fact what some people would call a feminist. In the purest sense of the word, although I do not… and I stress DO NOT… associate myself with any of the political groups that identify themselves as feminist. I believe that with rights come responsibilities. Too often feminism, and any activism for that matter, is an excuse to get a leg-up in society. Ideologically that’s not in the description, but in practical application it leads to a lot of entitlement. This is not what I believe in.

2. In today’s postmodern society the real meaning of masculinity and femininity is skewed. There is no standard for appropriate behavior in general and as a result decency and propriety has become subjective. I understand that the majority of people who I have and will encounter do not believe what I believe. At my core I am a Christ follower. I believe that the Bible is the inerrant word of God. My political and social views are completely subjective to the objectivity of what is written in God’s word. Since God is the author of masculinity and femininity, He knows better than anyone what it means to be a man and what it means to be a woman.

In light of these two points I am going to be writing a follow-up post about what it means to be masculine and feminine(this will probably be two posts, actually.) so that you, my dear reader, can better understand the true content of my last post.

I’m sorry if I’ve offended any of you, but I abhor deceitfulness of any kind. I refuse to temper my views. I appreciate all of the comments that I have gotten about gender issues and I hope to respond to any questions/concerns you may have in my following posts on this subject.

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Feminism is Whack

I was intending to post this a week or so ago because of a paper I had to write in French, but the proverbial stuff has kind of hit the fan with dead week and everything so I’ve taken the time out now to write about something that I feel pretty strongly about.

Gender roles. And how much I disagree with feminists. Because feminism is whack.

That’s right.

Feminism is whack.

Part of this was brought on by my coworker acting inappropriately to me and having this inner struggle of “do I go against my morals and report him, henceforth basically ruining his life, or do I take him out back and make sure he never has children?”…

Have no fear, dear readers, I did the adult thing and had a serious discussion with him about how he was being inappropriate. It was successful. He apologized(profusely) and the rest is history. But this brings up a fundamental problem that I have with feminists.

Feminists would rather ruin a man’s life for something he may or may not be aware that he did, than have a serious conversation about it with said man. When was the first option getting the guy fired? Why are feminists so dead set against telling a man “Hey tiger, hold your horses! You’re making me uncomfortable.”

or in my case “I’d rather you not socialize in that manner”…. not those words exactly…. at all…. but that’s the gist of it.

Sometimes as women we have to tell people how we feel. We can’t assume people can read out minds. And I would argue that a lot of the “Sexual harassment” that happens in the workplace is just people being too familiar in their joking or reading a woman’s body language wrong and thinking there’s something there that isn’t.

But feminists are the least understanding people I know. If a guy pats them on the back at work it’s “Omigod he’s sexually harassing me, I’m going to tell my manager!!!” when really he’s just a friendly guy that shows his friendship through touch. It happens, people. If it really bothers you than tell him! Don’t get him fired. Don’t do it.

Granted there is a time and a place for telling the manager and workplace sexual harassment is nothing to be taken lightly, but for pete’s sake don’t abuse it! Those poor men who communicate through touch…

Anyway I also had to write this paper on if the Beauty and the Beast(the original French novel) is sexist. My first thought was “No, it’s not. Belle is an extremely independent woman who has control of her destiny. If I had Belle’s life I would be perfectly happy and I wouldn’t feel like I was being suppressed by men at all…”

Then I thought about the men in the story.

If you haven’t read it, which I’m sure you haven’t, I’ll tell you.

They’re pansies.

They cry instead of act, they’re easily manipulated, the brothers and father let Belle go to her death. They originally think that they’ll kill the beast but the dad is like “No he’s too strong” so they’re like “Damn I guess we’re just going to have to sit at home and cry instead.”

Put blatantly… These men have no balls.

Which, if you think about pop culture these days, is a reoccurring theme when it comes to the portrayal of men. They either have no balls or they’re some kind of raging beast that only cares about sex and violence.

::bunny trail:: you wanna know who can only think about sex and violence? Women. Just watch a group of fangirls and you will hear things that no matter how hard you try, you will never forget. And women are shameless. “Oh, I’m a woman and I’m being objectified by men so it’s okay if I shamelessly lust after men. After centuries of being a possession for men to acquire it’s about time I had my fun.”

No. Just no.

::disclaimer:: when I say these things about women, I am in fact including myself in this generalization. It turns out that lust doesn’t discriminate based on gender.

Stick that in your juice box and have a snack, feminists.

But basically our culture glorifies cowardly men and condemns men who do what they feel they are obligated to do. Men tend to protect the women in their lives. For example, a marine was NJP’d for voluntary man slaughter because he literally beat to death the man who was trying to rape his sister(Not condoning murder here…) The difference between a man and a woman is that a woman when faced with the decision of fight or flight will most likely pick flight where a man will most likely pick fight. So if you have two groups in a fight the women get the heck out of dodge and the men duke it out…

It’s how we’re wired.

But feminists say “I want to fight for myself!”
Okay. It’s your funeral.

Testosterone helps with the development of big muscles. Women don’t have much testosterone. Men have a lot of it. if the man wants to break some noses to keep me safe I’m not going to complain. Break away, my friend. I’ll be over in that diner calling the police.

Anyways. Feminists throw these nasty terms around-

::tangent:: my least favorite one that I’ve heard is “Raw, black, sexual aggression(referring to Herman Cain)” Really? Racist and sexist at the same time! And you say you’re the tolerant one…

-and the result is a bunch of men who are afraid to defend themselves and their women for fear of being called a sexist pig, and a bunch of men who are afraid to ask a girl out for fear that she’ll make a fool out of him.

Basically men are becoming women. And it’s not attractive. I don’t like how society portrays men and I don’t like how men are becoming because of this portrayal.

TAKE BACK MASCULINITY!!!!

and ask her on a freaking date, you pansy.

(And people wonder why I’m still single…. well I guess we know now)

That is all. I love you all, comment with your thoughts on gender roles and how effed up our society is. Follow me on ze tweeters @totalsurrender. If you’re a man, BE A MAN! You have my support. If I were a lawyer I would stand up for your masculinity in court…. But I’m not… So I’ll just… yeah. Blog about it I guess. If you’re a woman, communicate with the men in your life. Tell them you appreciate them as men.

BYE!!!!

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Thankful Thursday

Despite seeing a bunch of “thirty days of thankfulness” stuff on facebook I haven’t really been feeling it this Thanksgiving. Maybe it’s because I’m a rebel and when everyone else is doing stuff it makes me not want to do it too… Maybe it’s because my head is spinning a million miles an hour and I can’t think past how thankful I ma that it hasn’t flown off yet…

Well… I”ll take a moment here and try to sort out what I’m thankful for…

I’m thankful for…

New Shoes

Technically not new, my sister bribed me with a shopping spree in her shoe closet if I helped her drive her new car home. But I failed a test today and I was feeling kind of down so I put on a new pair of heels. Made me feel better right away. And for that I’m thankful.

My God who has a plan

… yeah. I kind of broke down in my drive home from school today and just sobbed. Not that I’m having a hard time trusting God or anything, I’m just under a lot of stress. It’s all very uncertain. It’s scary. I’m trusting God’s plan and I”m resting in His plan… I’ve just been broken down.

Godly friends

I’ve spent a lot of time with people who are genuinely seeking the face of God. It’s good for little old me.

That life goes on

and once the test is over, it’s over. I don’t have to worry about it. There’s nothing I can do about the probably 60% I got on that calc test I was procrastinating studying for last night.

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And Hope does not Disappoint…

At the moment I am procrastinating studying for a huge calc exam(that’s in the morning!!!) by watching youtube, facebooking, and applying for jobs for next semester.

Full time jobs…

Yup.

I’m dropping out of college…

Just kidding! I’m taking a semester off because, despite my “pounding the pavement” as my father keeps telling me to do, I wasn’t able to get a job right away when I came home for school. Then having unforeseen fees with college and a nasty habit of spending more than I aught… Well lets just say I can’t afford next semester without going into debt, which is the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do. I’m anticipating going back on that swear my junior or senior year…. not second semester of freshman year… so I’m going to take a semester off and fund raise.

I’ve really been struggling with this for a few months now of whether or not I should take a semester off. Then it knocked me in the head. “Grace, you’re broke. You have no choice but to take a semester off.”

So here I am blogging about it.

It’s blog official.

Now if only I could line up a full time job for next semester I’d be the happiest girl south of the north pole.

I have so many things stressing me out right now. Finding a job, finals, tests, papers, switching churches, car payments, phone payments, Christmas shopping, time ticking at work, eating healthy, sleeping right, getting up in the morning, not being late to class, having a social life…

Have I mentioned that I’m clinging to Romans 5:3-5? Well I am. I know that this sucks, but I can rejoice because I know that in the long run I am not going to be disappointed because of the hope I have in Christ’s love.

As my Calvinist friend Nelly and I keep repeating to each other over and over again through some of the most stressful times: God is sovereign.

He has me in the palm of his hand. He knows the number of hairs on my head, He knows my most anxious thoughts, He knows my deepest desires. And. He. Cares.

Matthew 6:26 talks about the birds and how they don’t worry about their lives and yet God provides for them in wonderful ways. Am I not more precious than a bird in the sky? How much more will God provide for me?

Closing statement: Nelly is perhaps God’s greatest earthly gift to me. Our relationship would never have happened without God and it still amazes me today how she has kept me focused.

This has been a belated look into this here teen girl’s mind.
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Heart Blasphemy Continued

That Wednesday night as I drove home from the coffee shop pondering the man who desecrated ‘Nothing but the Blood’. I was still kind of riled up and I was thinking about how Joanna and I had reacted and wondered if there was something we should have done differently. Then it hit me.

This man was and is completely and totally lost. Hopeless.

Politics is his god.

If there’s anything I’ve learned in my eighteen years it’s that politics will always disappoint you. It will always let you down. Politicians are flawed and policies are outdated. There’s pork and sell-outs. There are back deals, there are affairs… Politics doesn’t work.

This man is completely hopeless

And he spent the night blaspheming the only hope there has ever been for this world. He built in his heart the idol of politics. So I began to pray out loud for this man as I terrorized my fellow drivers. I beseeched God on behalf of this man that had no hope. I prayed for his lady companion. I prayed that his eyes would be opened and that his heart would be won. Because this man blasphemed with his mouth, but more importantly he blasphemed in his heart.

But so do you” whispered the still small voice.

In that moment I was crushed by so much grief that all I could do was cry.

How can I storm out of that coffee shop enraged at blasphemy when I myself have denied God in my life? What a hypocrite I am! I was angry at this man because he was worshiping politics instead of God, but don’t I worship my future?

Don’t I revel in my sin?

Don’t I make plans and demand God’s support without praying about it?

Don’t I lust in my heart for the things of this world? A college education, a nice job, a hot husband, 2.1 kids, a big house with a white picket fence out front and a big wide porch… Aren’t these things expected of God in this culture?

What if God doesn’t have a college education for you.

What if Mr. McDreamy isn’t a part of the plan.

What if life is more complicated than the cute little box our culture likes to put it in?

As I drove like a maniac I cried and poured out my heart to God. I confessed my sins. After years of showing God my sin but not speaking of it and fully putting it at His feet I finally spoke the words. I told God what I had done. I told Him I didn’t want it anymore. I don’t want it any more.

“I don’t want to be happy unless I’m happy because of You. I don’t want it unless it’s from You. No matter how good it is, no matter how great I feel, I don’t want it unless it’s from You.”

So now my life is all daisies and rainbows right? After an experience like that there’s no way I’m going back, right?

Wrong. If anything it’s been worse than ever in the past week. But I have hope to cling to.

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly.” Romans 5:3-6

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Heart Blasphemy

This post is half a week late. The point in time that I want to talk about actually happened last Wednesday.

To set the scene, in biology class I had heard from a friend that she was going to be singing at an open mike night at a local coffee shop that night. I’d heard her hum in class and was wild with curiosity to hear her voice so I said I would go hear her sing. I took advantage of the opportunity and texted my almost sister-in-law Joanna and asked if she wanted to go with me since we’d been to the coffee shop a few times together and hadn’t spent much time together. So it all worked out and we showed up at the shop…

We ordered our coffee(The term coffee is used loosely here. It was actually a naked smoothie and cinnamon roll in my case and hot chocolate in Joanna’s.) We had been sitting for a grand total of five minutes before this old man sat at the piano and started playing loud, obnoxious music(the term music here used loosely as well). It was so loud, raucous and odious that we couldn’t really hear each other for distraction. His harsh, slurred tone diverted our attention.

He ended his first song and prefaced his next song with “I wrote this song as a response to a misunderstanding that conservatives have.” yammer yammer yammer. the song is lashing out at conservatives.

This song went through bible stories like Lazarus begging at the rich man’s gate and the rich young ruler who was told to sell all he had and give it to the poor and it jabbed at conservatives saying “How can you say ‘I don’t want to pay for your health care’ when Jesus told you to take care of the poor.”

Joanna got riled up and I rolled my eyes. This man clearly didn’t know what the bible said, given those stories in the bible were, put simply and not going too in depth, intended to show the folly of putting material things in the place of God and the gentleman(term used loosely) belting at the piano was attributing the exact opposite meaning to them.

We suffered in relative silence. For my part I didn’t know what to say. I was baffled. Is this man really demonizing conservatives(ME!) in a public place? He doesn’t know who is listening! He doesn’t know how this will go over! I just sat there with ears bleeding, hoping his fifteen minutes would end soon. 3/4 of the way through my cinnamon roll the “I don’t wanna pay for your healthcare!” song ended and he said these words.

“All due respect to the original writers of the original hymn ‘Nothing but the Blood’ but I revamped the lyrics”

Joanna and I look at each other steely eyed with jaws clenched as he begins to disrespectfully sing nothing but the blood with different lyrics. Lyrics about liberal agenda.

I lasted ten seconds before I scooped up the rest of my cinnamon roll and Joanna and I rose from our seats.

Now I don’t know who this lady was who was sitting next to us, but she was obviously in some sort of relationship with the man at the piano. She’d been glancing over at me the whole time this was happening and as resolutely headed for the door, she grabbed my arm and feebly asked if I wanted to see her Christmas craft that she was making.

Rage, most likely of the unrighteous sort, filled me and I didn’t even acknowledge her. I dumped my cinnamon roll and stormed out after Joanna. For the next ten minutes Joanna and I vented our anger at this man.

How dare he.

How DARE he!

You can sing your liberal agenda all you want, but leave the hymns alone. Leave Jesus’ blood out of it. You can blaspheme my ideology, You can blaspheme me personally, but DO NOT blaspheme even the mere thought of my Jesus.

As we saw this man and the woman who tried to grab me leave the coffee shop we went back in and resumed our conversation. Talking and relaxing as best friends are want to do. My friend Shannon showed up a bit later and we realized it’s a really small world.

When the time came for Shannon to sing she was really nervous. For her first song her voice was quiet and her music tentative. She sang a song about God’s love and how God is love.

I have never seen so many people so quiet. A peace just settled on the room and it struck me how different Shannon and that awful man are.

The atmosphere in the coffee shop when the old man was singing was rowdy, loud, chaotic. The sound of twenty people trying their hardest to continue on with life despite what they’re hearing. But when Shannon sang I was surrounded by the sound of thirty people(more people had come in between the two) holding their breath, craning their necks, trying their hardest to hear this beautiful young woman with a beautiful voice singing about the beautiful love of God. The contrast was very stark in my mind. God brings peace. He quiets the crowd. He makes you hold your breath. He makes you press pause on life and just…. rest….

He brings peace and contentment and joy in a way that no political activism, right wing or left, can.

To be continued….

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Where You Go I’ll Go

“My dearest Lizzy I hardly know what to write but I have….”

News?

It’s been a few weeks since I last posted and I have no idea where to start.

God.

Is.

CRAZY!!!!!!

In my last post I talked about identity and how it’s been a big issue in my life. Well that post and that realization was the start of a huge life-overhaul. A few weekends ago I went to Kansas City to a conference with the Navigator’s called Main Event. Basically everything God had been telling me was once again shouted in my ear and I couldn’t help but listen and obey.

The biggest of these things was a new conviction that God was moving ahead of me like the pillar of fire before the Israelites and I wasn’t packing up my tents and following.

This has been the hardest thing for me because this means leaving everything that I associate with my Christian faith and moving to a new church. Yup, there it is. It’s out. I said it. After 16 years with the same church and not a small amount of perseverance and faith God has given me the green light to leave. Right when I don’t want to.

It’s crazy how God works. If a year ago God had knocked on my door and said “I want you to find a new church” it would have been incredibly easy. At that point in time my home church was dying, my friends were all long gone, and there was a lot of raw hurt that I just didn’t want to deal with. But God said stay. And so I stayed.

Then we healed a bit and we started to grow and this amazing man with his amazing family started regularly attending with the intention of taking over the music ministry. I was stoked! He unified our team, he leads with vision and authority. He’s trained in music, both by experience and in a classroom. He seemed to me to be a ticket to becoming a worship leader myself.

Before this summer I started praying for this school year and praying about whether I should stay at my church or start going somewhere else. I wrote out a list and worship team made me sit my butt down and stay.

Then God tore down the idols in my heart and showed me what a fool I am.

I revisited the list and I realized that nothing is more important than my relationship with God.

And God showed me that He had moved to another church and I was too trapped in my selfish desires to follow.

The thing running through my head has been “If your presence goes I don’t want to stay, If your presence stays I don’t want to go.”

It just kind of brings me back to the desperation for God’s presence.

Is it hard? Unbelievably so. Will I go? You bet your butt.

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Reflection

Lately in my spiritual walk identity has been a huge issue. You know how it is, you mess up and you feel like you’ve got to drag it around with you. Not that God is judging you, but you’ve got to judge yourself because someone has to, right? On top of it all, you’ve got to remember who you are and remember your roots!

Well it’s really hard to become pure and to let yourself be renewed by God when you’re lugging around a portrait of your old self and whenever God wants to be an active part of your life pull it out and say “But God, you can’t love me! You can’t want to be with me! look who I am! Look what I’ve done!” Not that I knew I was doing that, but sometimes we cling to our pasts because we feel it gives us an edge.

Hanging out with a bunch of drug dealers it makes you feel less awkward when you don’t think of yourself as lily white. My strategy for witnessing wasn’t become one of them, just think like one of them. I didn’t go out and do drugs and sleep around and party…. I just thought of myself on the same level as people who do those things. Which is completely wrong because…

I’m not lily white…

I’m redeemed.

My problem is that I’ve been carting around a picture of pre-redemption me and calling it a mirror. I’ve been taking what God destroyed and claiming it as my reflection. What’s worse is I felt uncomfortable around fellow believers because “Oh they’ll judge me because sooner or later I’m going to slip up and show them who I really am!”

Well who am I really?

At this point in life that I’m at all my peers are discovering who they are and what they want out of life. Identity is crucial to making it out of this stage of life and identity is everything. Identity is your thesis, your purpose, your reason for existence….

And up until a week ago my identity was the old flesh. When I looked in the mirror I saw what I haven’t let myself stop seeing ever since I sold out.

Isaiah 43
1 But now, this is what the Lord says—
he who created you, Jacob,
he who formed you, Israel:
“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
2 When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
3 For I am the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior;
I give Egypt for your ransom,
Cush[a] and Seba in your stead.
4 Since you are precious and honored in my sight,
and because I love you,
I will give people in exchange for you,
nations in exchange for your life.

This is who God sees.

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Thankful Thursday

I thought today was going to suck. I have two papers to write and two tests to take well today I am thankful for…

paychecks

Because they buy gas for my car. And My car gets me to school in the morning.

Perimeter lot shuttle service

Because it was freaking cold out this morning and I really didn’t want to walk for 20 minutes and freeze my toes off. In other news, I should have been calling the van to come pick me up earlier because I’m paying for it with my perimeter parking permit, but nooooo! Grace is a wuss. Grace doesn’t like talking to strangers! Grace doesn’t like getting into vans with strangers! Well…. the driver of the perimeter van has a nice fluffy white beard and is suuuper nice. So Grace is an idiot.

Tests that are pwned

I had to take a test on derivatives and a test over psychology and schtuff. I pwned the derivatives. I semi-pwned the psych test(the good news is that I can take it again :D) Point being that they are over with.

My classmate in French who shares my love of Disney princesses

Every class we have a conversation about Disney princesses and how we wish we were Disney princesses… In French! You can’t get much more awesome than that.

Men in testing centers

Across from me in the testing center was a guy who was making really funny faces at his test. It successfully broke me out of my head-case.

The ability to read and write

So I can actually write these two mongo papers that I need to write today.

The opportunity to go to college

I truly am blessed to be going to a prestigious university to study and become the person that God wants me to be. What can I truly complain about?

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Back to My Roots

Everyone has a different coping mechanism to deal with stress. Some people smoke, some people beat their spouse, some people watch movies, some people sleep…. well…. I dye my hair. Or rather, I used to.

WOOOHOOOOOO!!! Didn’t see that one coming, did you?

Well over the years(probably five years) I’ve dyed my hair three or four times.

The first time I dyed my hair I dyed it a reddish brown color.

Dye Job #1

Red hair with a terrible cut.

Considering I was, what, 13, this could have been worse. But it’s still pretty bad. This was one of my innocuous acts of rebellion.

My second dye job was to a really dark color. My professed intent was to cover up the natural blonde highlights in my hair. It’s true, I hate it when the sun bleaches my hair. But it also goes beyond that. I’m a stress-dyer.

Dye Job #2

Terrible cut, blah color.

And so my second dye is probably a failure.

My third wasn’t so bad. I tried to do right by my hair and got a special kit with a color that I thought would match my natural color so I wouldn’t have to dye it again. It also had a highlighting thing with it so it wouldn’t look obviously dyed. well… yeah. Here’s the dye.

Dye Job #3

You can’t tell the wonderful hairstyle and color from this picture, but they were both wonderful!

As it turns out, I didn’t take any pictures of myself with this new dye. By the time graduation and picture taking season came around, the roots had grown out.

Roots

And I thought that color was a pretty good match…. can you tell the sun ravages my hair?

So now I can see my greys again and there’s a big difference between the dyed parts and the roots and I honestly don’t know what my hair looks like without dye in it.

So I’m going to take the plunge, walk into a salon, and get all my hairs dyed to match the roots. Probably in a week or two, though, because I’m currently broke and have no idea how I’m going to fill my gas tank until Thursday when I get my first paycheck. Aaaahhh college life.

I’ll post a picture of the final product, though!

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