So, Want To Know How We Got Here?

I’m not asking how we got to that nice little village in the picture. It is obvious we got there by bicycle.

What I’m inquiring about is how we got to where men wear skirts, children choose their own gender, everybody uses the same bathroom, and we’re supposed to think that’s all cool.

We aren’t there, you say? You don’t see this where you live?  A writer from London mentioned that while attending a fashion show in New York a few weeks ago. This is how she ends the article:  “Laugh at the idea of (men wearing) a thigh-high split dress at your peril. You could be wearing it soon – if not this winter, perhaps the next.” It’s here. And it will only get worse.

So, how did we get here?

We got here by ignoring the lines our pastors and preachers have drawn for us these past fifty years. They said our girls’ dresses should cover their knees, but we snickered and said what difference is three inches of skin going to make and let our daughters decide how long their dresses would be. They warned us about trying to keep up with all the latest fashions, but we labeled them out of touch with the times, rolled our eyes, and made sure we were always in style. As long as there were at least a couple of girls who were a bit edgier and a little further out than we were, we felt okay.

Because everybody knows at least one preacher who was secretly sleeping with every woman he could while condemning his congregation to hell for simply wearing red dresses, we all felt justified in ignoring sermons that didn’t fall in line with our own way of thinking.

So, while the preacher said men ought to wear long pants and forego the short ones, we didn’t want our boys to be the only ones dressed that way. We thought it wiser to let them play on sports teams that required shorts and learn about teamwork than to listen to their pastor and learn how to stand alone.

We agreed that it was better for our daughters to wear pants and be modest than for them to inadvertantly reveal their bodies while wearing dresses. That we had to both redefine and devalue modesty to accommodate that line didn’t bother us much.

So here we stand, all queued up, for one of the most massive gender blending campaigns ever perpetrated upon the human race. We thought we’d be smart and let our kids grow up without having to make tough decisions about how they’d dress. Now, it is obvious that this issue was always bigger than us, but we just couldn’t see it. Now, we can’t avoid it. And for lots of us, our children aren’t prepared to deal with it.

We’ve preached so long that our girls could dress like men and be saved, so how can we now preach that our men cannot adapt and wear women’s clothing? We’ve defended the line that having a seam sown down each leg of a woman’s garment means nothing, how can we now say that the lack of those seams renders a man’s garment sinful?

Those rhetorical questions we’ve been asking for years? You know, the ones we use to make fun of what the preacher teaches without really making fun? Those questions like what is wearing that going to hurt? Well, I think our western civilization is about to answer them for us and I don’t think we are going to like what we hear.

It’s interesting how things turn. We were told that girls could not safely and modestly ride a bicycle while wearing a dress and that is one reason why they needed to wear pants. Now, the photo you see above, is a boy proving that a bicycle can be ridden by one wearing a dress, which shows that men should not hesitate to wear skirts and dresses.

That’s how we got here.

If you are interested in going back, the only way that will happen is to implore your pastor to ignore the noise from the world and preach to you straight from the Bible. Pull your chair close. Gather your family around.  Listen to every word.

Then go home and live it.

Like Joshua, let your pledge ring out before God and man: “As for me and my house….”