The resistance of California madness in Tennessee

I told you about the one-day touchdown in Nashville. Making my way through the airport concourse I passed clothing stores, Opry memorabilia shops, pastry vendors with expensive parfaits, barrooms, and male and female restrooms. Do you know what was remarkable about that? That nothing seemed remarkable about that.

I stopped to observe the traffic in and out of the restrooms and there were men entering and leaving the men’s room and women entering and leaving the women’s room. Everyone looked normal. Everyone looked OK with the situation, just as it was. Could it be that I had dreamed the whole transgender civil rights madness in a nightmare? Had I imagined that California law allows students to pick the restrooms they identify with and the gender of the sports teams they identify with? Gov. Jerry Brown’s signature on AB 1266 a little over a year ago gives public school students the right to “participate in sex-segregated … facilities” based on their self-perception.

On some days I perceive myself differently than on other days. Depending on how much I am believing God at any given moment, I perceive myself as a loser or a winner, a hopeless sinner or a hopeful saint. But I have to say that I never perceive myself as a male. And if I ever did, I would head for the first full-length mirror and disabuse myself of the notion. I realize this sounds like a heartless (they say “phobic,” but I am not afraid) approach to the matter, but the point is that the mind is capable of all kinds of mirages, and it behooves us not to let them get the better of us, but to talk back to them. Men who think they are women deep inside are not so different from men who think they are losers. Both need a good pep talk from the Word.

But the part that struck me as I examined restroom traffic was the sheer resistance to California madness. I would say a hundred out of a hundred people who traversed the room marked with the cookie-cutter male icons were male. And a hundred out of a hundred people who walked out of the room marked with the icon with a stylized dress were female. That kind of statistic interests me. It seems significant. It means that the odd fellow who fancies himself a girl is a deviant (statistically speaking, I mean). And “deviant” behavior is an indication of a condition that needs help, not rights.

As hard as the gender radicals push against what is real and true, it is an uphill battle for them because they are always working against reality—and reality dies hard. It would appear that God has hard-wired the mannishness of man and the womanishness of woman and not made gender fluid. At least that is the view from Nashville’s Terminal C.

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