i have come to believe that gender is a layered thing
in every child of God.
It is a load-baring block in the wall,
but it is not a kind or a label or the wall itself.
masculine notes. feminine crescendos.
these things matter,
but in a world of education for all
and unity for love equal to function,
there is a wife who leads the family in her firm choices.
there is a man who shows tenderness for the quiet sheep.
there is a woman who seeks first the counsel of her husband.
and there is a husband who has never known why he feels.
and this is not an abomination.
this is the varied faces of God lived out in a union,
in the complexity of this human experiment.
and this I believe:
one day, the fractured identity of mankind will be made perfect,
but I do not believe the current mingling is without it's timely perfection,
and I do not believe that redemption will produce
a cold man who leads and makes no mistakes
and a sweet woman who quietly waits for instruction.
our Lord is not so boring. and not so poor an author.