Walking With Women
(Note: I wrote this article last year while recuperating from back surgery)
I am writing this article on March 18 about the time I am in the first one-third to one-half of my recuperation. This morning was my first venture outside the house except for the day the staples were removed from my incision. This outing was a 250 ft. journey along the sidewalk around my house. I was guided and held on to by a physical therapist. I was not overjoyed to be outside because I did not want my neighbors to see me walking with a cane. What should have been a triumph of accomplishment was rather an egotist’s tragedy. The depression was made worse because Kentucky lost their first game in the NCAA tournament the night before. I was not much in the mood for celebrating an old man’s rehab. With this you are caught up on the “woe is me” statistics of my weeks’ long recovery.
These are, of course, minor disappointments in a world of unbelievably shocking “are you kidding me?” moments. The world has gone mind bogglingly insane, which is much more apparent now that I have time to listen to and read more news than I normally do. One of the strangest events during this time at home was to receive a letter from a transgendered “woman”(?) who read one of my bulletin article blogs on the website. If I may quote the comment: “…the words you spoke there were the most Christian words I have heard spoken on behalf of what I imagine a loving God to be in a very long time.” I appreciate the compliment, but I think you can understand HIS (sic) comment sent me scurrying to find out what those words were. I will not repeat the referenced article here, but I imagine these were the most misunderstood words spoken on behalf of what I know the loving God to be. There is no meeting of the minds between God, me, and misgendered men.
The only way to classify a biological male as an anatomically incorrect woman is to be ignorant of the definition of men and women. In a recent article by Carl Trueman, Professor Trueman begins, “The trans revolution reached new heights of absurdity last week when the BBC asked Anneliese Dodds, the Labour party’s shadow secretary for women and equalities, to define ‘woman.’ Dodds proved singularly incapable of doing so; after saying that ‘it does depend what the context is,’ she equivocated for several minutes and refused to give a direct answer. Trueman went on to say, “To be qualified for a job, one must have a basic understanding of the specific task at hand. The car mechanic needs to know what a car is; the brain surgeon needs to be able to recognize the brain. A politician tasked with safeguarding women’s rights should therefore know what a woman is and be able to articulate that understanding in public statements. ‘What is a woman?’ hardly seems an unexpected or unfair question to ask the shadow secretary for women.”
This hairbrained type of nonsense was followed by USA TODAY naming Biden’s confused Assistant Health Secretary appointee, their “Woman of the Year.” Richard Levine only needed a name change to “Rachel” to qualify. It seems the best qualification for a woman to achieve public accolades is not to be a woman at all or to know what a woman is. Our only conclusion is we need not worry about defining a woman. We are all women, er men, or something. Women exist only in the mind and are not real anyway.
Such are my musings after this morning’s 250 ft. walk. Sorry I must end here. I must go out to the car to wash my clothes.
Pastor V. Mark Smith