Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Romans 12:12


My (Our) New Reality

Yesterday the province of Ontario (where I live) revealed a new curriculum for health and sex education to be implemented in the fall. Supporters of the material hailed it as long overdue because it hadn’t been updated since 1998. And since then, as we all know, sex has changed drastically. We now have cell phones … and Facebook … and science. It’s not your grandparents world of two single beds in a bedroom and night clothes that were bulkier than your snow-suit. We can’t leave our kids in the dark about sex any longer. Knowledge is power, and we want our children empowered.

And while I still had reservations about teaching the graphic ins and outs of sexual gratification to children young enough that they would be charged with statutory rape if they tried to do with their classmates what they were being taught, what bothered me the most was the underlying concept of gender identification and fluidity. I thought boys were boys and girls were girls no matter what kind of boy or girl they might be … but then I’m just a man and I get confused by such things.

But it’s hard to argue with knowledge being power, because who doesn’t like being empowered. I’ll take some of that any day. And if science says that you can be something you are not just because you feel like you are, who am I to argue? I mean it’s science right. At least that’s what I’m being told.

So I admit defeat. The experts were right and grandma and grandpa were confused and wrong. (And most likely very repressed too, I guess.) But I’m afraid it is too late for me. I have been indoctrinated for far too long to think that my “Y” chromosome, facial hair, and dangly bits make me a male, and I’m comfortable with that, even if I will never be good at sports or enjoy talking about cars. But while my gender identity is a lost cause, I still want some of that science based empowerment.

So now, I’m happy to say,  I believe in stature identity and fluidity. I will thank you all right now to stop thinking of me as morally archaic man of 5′ 7″. I am now a morally archaic man who is 6′ 2″ tall. Don’t look at me strangely when I tell you this … that’s being staturist. Just accept me for the towering specimen of masculinity (told you it was too late for me) that I am! I haven’t tried driving my Hyundai since I self-identified as such a tall person, but I’m sure I will have to adjust the seats and mirrors. Oh, and watch out for doorways! I’ve always wanted to have to duck on my way in or out of some room.

And we are teaching our children this too. Knowledge is power remember. We have begun with our kitchen doorway in which we mark all the children’s heights every six months. We now let them put the mark anywhere they want … anywhere they feel represents their true height. My oldest two looked at me a little strange, but with enough teaching I think they will come around. The youngest one caught on right away, and I’m glad to say that she is so tall now that I had to lift her up to make her mark on the wall. You should see how proud she is about being 8′ 6″ tall at only just two years old! The middle one can’t wait to go on all the rollercoaster rides this summer. And I just dare anyone to tell her she isn’t really taller than the line that cartoon character is holding! She will cry discrimination faster than you can unlock that little gate!

And that’s just the beginning. Can’t you see it now? If you don’t have to be constrained by the reality of DNA or anatomy, or reality, then not only do you get to choose your own gender and height, but also your weight and your ethnicity, and your age.  No longer do you have to be shackled by any stereotype whether sexist, staturist, ageist, massist, or racist. Oh the empowerment just staggers the mind! I can’t wait to pay the child-priced fare to go see an R-rated movie and then claim my senior’s discount on top of that. Or of  finally realizing my now life-long dream of being nominated for a black business award at the same time as I proudly share my secret to losing 30 pounds just by identifying it away. (For only one low payment of $19.95 I will share that secret with you too my friends!)

Do you think this is all a joke? You shouldn’t.

If, as proponents of this new curriculum insist, misinformation and ignorance are the best way precipitate sexual misconduct and irresponsible behaviour, then I agree. But the danger is not in what you might be tricked into doing with your cell phone or Facebook account. (Why aren’t parents monitoring these anyway?) The danger is in what you might be tricked into believing about your very soul and identity … and whether or not it has any basis in reality. Not all knowledge is power, some of it is just plain nonsense. And it has no place being taught to children or anyone else.


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Listen …

ListenI will raise up for them a prophet like you from among their brothers. And I will put my words in his mouth, and he shall speak to them all that I command him. And whoever will not listen to my words that he shall speak in my name, I myself will require it of him. [Deuteronomy 18:18-19]

Who do you listen to? Is it the politician in the nice suit and fancy tie? The person in the official looking white lab coat? The trusted friend? The identified “expert” on the evening news?

Who do you listen to? And more to the point … why? Do you listen to the politician because he says what you want to hear? Do you listen to the doctor or scientist because they are obviously smart? Do you listen to your friend because they like you? What makes anyone an expert worth listening to?

We all listen to someone. Many someones. But the question remains, why?

Why are we quick to listen to some, but not to others? We all know that what a politician says before the election and what he says after the election are not usually the same. You don’t even have to go so far as to say they lie, to know that you can’t always count on good intentions. Smart people still make some pretty foolish mistakes. Doctors make poor life decisions. Scientists can be just as prone to superstition as anyone else. And no matter how smart a person is in certain things, no one is smart about everything. Just because someone likes you doesn’t mean you can trust them or that they will agree with you on important matters.

So who should you trust enough to listen to? Who has the power, the authority, the knowledge, the first-hand experience and the desire to do right by us? Who is worthy enough to be listened to in all things?


God and man together in one flesh. All the knowledge of heaven and all the experience of life in this world. Having been through it all, He didn’t change His tune when the polls turned against Him. Knowing the cross that lay before Him He went there for us anyway. Jesus, the only one truly smart about everything, for He is a first-hand witness of all history, and the holder of the future itself. But Jesus is also the friend of each and every sinner, trapped in good intentions and hollow words, puffed up in knowledge and disdaining those lesser, lover of self to the exclusion of others. Jesus is a true friend to all these and more, even to the point of being willing to lay down His life for them.

When He speaks, He speaks with all compassion, authority, and truth. He speaks only what He is willing to back up with His own life, death, and resurrection.

Give all the other voices their proper place and due, but give this voice your trust and your ears. Why wouldn’t you listen to Him? What He speaks is worth listening to!