“I knew I could help you, because you’re not a feminist”. This is what my neighbor said to me, when he came over with a shovel, while I was moving a pile of dirt. Hmmmm?
Feminism: the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes. (Webster’s Dictionary)
Wait a minute! I think I am a feminist! I don’t understand what that has to do with shoveling dirt. My neighbor was being kind, had bigger muscles, and knew rain was coming. I appreciated his help. He was being funny, not really trying to label me. It was his way of saying, I didn’t think you’d mind if I helped you. Yes, you can help me anytime!!!
I think, though that we have lost sight of, who we are as men and women. God created us man and woman in His image. We are similar, but not the same, and I am grateful for that. We should be celebrating our differences, yet so often I think we try to negate them. We as God’s creation are both male and female; this is purposeful. Both sexes are created in God’s image, so when we degrade the tendencies of either, Who do we think we are insulting? What we are together, is one in God.
There are many ways I identify with God as female. Our brains are wired to multi-task, our hormones incline us more to empathy and nurturing, our bodies are made to bring forth new life. These are all good, and have purpose. There are times though that less distraction and more focus is helpful, or our empathy can overpower our reason, and our bodies are needed to be less soft and with greater muscle mass. I think we need to rejoice that God provides so well, instead of being threatened by our differences.
I am so grateful that my neighbor felt free to “treat me like a woman.” That’s what I am, and I like being a woman. Ok, I realize that there are muscled women out there and empathetic men, but there are also undeniable physical differences that are typical to both genders. Jesus is man, obviously, but one of God’s greatest gifts to us is Mother Mary. She felt Life in her womb, held “all these things” in her heart, and noticed a need at the wedding feast at Cana, nudging her Son into public life. I don’t think it a last minute thought that Jesus chose the crucifixion to give us woman… behold your mother. From the cross, He gave to us a wonderful gift, the sinless feminine.
So, I am grateful that my neighbor brought his muscle mass to my backyard, and my burden was lightened. I am thanking God today that in His infinite wisdom, He created us male and female. I’m praying that we can rejoice in God for our differences, rather than tear each other apart for them