Behind every feministic view lies a deception that has settled into the core of a person and manifested itself as something our current worldview thinks attractive and even worse, correct. Often it is insecurity, self-protection, rebellion, or anger. Whatever the first whispers of lies or un-dealt with sin, the result has been years of our culture embracing something that is opposite to what God has intended.
The Woman’s Rights Movement has been pushing its way through our world for over a century. It began with the Declaration of Sentiments in 1848 which ultimately put in motion a forum for rebellion and insistence against what God called good. Included were statements such as, “In the covenant of marriage, she is compelled to promise obedience to her husband, he becoming, to all intents and purposes, her master – the law giving him power to deprive her of her liberty and to administer chastisement.” Eph 5:22-24 would say exactly the opposite of this Sentiment. Titus 2 also specifically states the need for obedience from a wife to her husband.
(As a side note: It is my suspicion that before this Declaration of Sentiment was produced, that the latter part of this section of Ephesians was perhaps not being heeded or deemed as necessary. However, I don’t consider this a good excuse to go against the principles which God was laying out for a marriage. “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word…”)
The Lord set up an order for households. A body has one head. Just as the Church has a head – God – so should the home have one head – the husband. It just works. When a man loves and respects his wife, and a wife is obedient and honoring of her husband, there is peace and harmony. One isn’t as easy to do without the other, although still necessary to embrace.
Maybe this is bothering you a bit. Perhaps it rubs you the wrong way. Even when we often – as a Christian culture – attempt to embrace the order of a home, we have allowed feminism to sneak in and there isn’t room for both in our lives.
I am familiar with the irritation that grows as someone begins to talk about this. I always knew it as Truth and was able to preach it with the best of them, but it felt like sand paper against skin when someone would talk about God’s heart for a woman’s role. Insecurity and the “vulnerability=heartache” equation led to my embracing of feminism, which led to rebellion and a hard heart. I didn’t want anything that resembled what I had grown up with because I interpreted it as the “default” in the Christian culture. I assumed that people chose to get married and have lots of children because they assumed it was just what they were supposed to do, rather than feeling specifically called by the Lord to choose this lifestyle. I despised conformity for the sake of conforming. I wanted to know that I would be fulfilled in my life and that I would do something specifically designed for me.
As I headed off on my own after high school I discovered that I wasn’t feeling fulfilled in my choices and I couldn’t put my finger on why not. (Brilliant girl, I know!) When the Lord brought me home during the hardest season of my life, I found comfort and solace in the one place I had wanted to leave as soon as I could. I began to understand that home was what I was supposed to love. More than that, I was falling in love with the protection of being under my father’s covering and counsel. That surprised me.
I began to peel away the layers of feminism that I had put into place in my life. Whatever the reason for it being there, I had put up walls against embracing true Biblical womanhood and taking them down cost me and sometimes even hurt.
There was a time during the process of being delivered from the lies of feminism that I felt empty and hollow – like I had nothing to fill the void that was now in my heart. Where were the dreams? the vision for life? the ambitious goals? And what was I supposed to do now? I panicked and worried that I wouldn’t be ME any more. How little did I trust the Lord! HE remained faithful to me even in my fears and distrust and proved to me that HE has greater things than I could have ever imagined.
And now here I am, five years after I graduated from high school as an “18-year-old determined to be out on her own and far away from home doing something huge and great girl” living at home once again; I own a hair salon a short fifteen minute drive away; and I find joy in serving the local church and the community around me. The joy that is found by doing whatever the Lord may call you to — however big or little — is worth every sacrifice. If we aren’t sacrificing something, than what makes us any different than the world around us anyway?