Raising Boys

Raising boys. I send them outside, I don’t drug them. Yes, let them be rough I am not afraid of band aids. 

Feminists and their male enablers have slowly but surely destroyed what used to be a man. We raise our daughters to compete fiercely with anything and everything that looks like a man and no…no. Girls cannot do everything that a man can do. There are a few loud ones, loud and angry holed up in the Ivy league tower of theory and thesis who quickly punish any that object to a woman on the front line. Some of them have been seen behind the high gates of tenure, waiting eagerly to humiliate any young women who might entertain a love for husband and child above self-fulfillment and self-indulgence and self-discovery and how to love myself even more. But there is an antithesis: God made the woman for the man and the man is from woman and they need one another and the state cannot replace the now easily disposable men. 

What are we Christian women teaching and modeling to our sons and daughters? Titus 2 or the Feminist experiment? We are indeed surrounded by a colossal failure of this experiment and yet we press on in the face of the havoc it has wrecked on the family. I teach my sons that character, courage, honor is to be valued far above self-centeredness and mesmerizing buttons to push. Jesus, Moses and Elijah talked with God as a man speaks to his friend..I want my sons to know God and prepare daily to be men that can love their wives and disciple their children in the faith. I want them to look to Christ, not the backstreet boys…or who is hot today? 

What am I saying to my girls? Go out, have fun, use protection and cover the tracks of your sin at all cost, we will make sure you have access to the morning after pill or the months later procedure, get your heart broken a dozen times but you are a strong and powerful young woman..fly…Twelve men may use and discard you but hopefully you find one that is tired of using and discarding and you can settle together for as long as you can stand each other. There is a God in Heaven and as the poet said, the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small. Somebody dropped the ball a long time ago and today we are surrounded by dysfunction and we are trying to fund it away..or we could wake up and not ask “how high” when the national organization of women says “jump”.