Monarch butterfly: God’s stuff is still sane and beautiful. A lot of our stuff isn’t.
Once when I was a toddler, my aunts took me to the circus and the clowns freaked me out, which led to a sleepless night for all concerned.
But those clowns were nothing, compared to what we’ve got to cope with today.
Our debased secular culture’s pursuit of ugliness now features some male “actress”–that’s what he calls himself, five o’clock shadow and all–denouncing “outdated beauty standards” and declaring that “body hair norms need to change” ( https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2017/04/05/red-carpet-appearance-makes-gender-nonbinary-actress-question-body-hair-standards/ ).
As Major Hoople would say, “Fap!”
If this is beautiful, then the word “beauty” has lost its meaning.
It is not beautiful. It is the stuff of nightmare. If what this person has done to himself doesn’t bum you out, then nothing can bum you out. Unless you’re a liberal. Then it’s the good things that bum you out.
I was going to write this as a humorous piece, but the photo embedded in the news story put the kibosh on that idea. This stuff is not sane. Linda, who sent me the link to this item, calls it demonic. I am compelled to agree.
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This one leaves me speechless. When Linda brought this up, I jokingly said that I guess I need to change my “body hair norms”. Perhaps this demonstrates why so many in the education establishment are on the political left; up until reading this piece, I didn’t even know that I had “body hair norms”. I knew that when I reached maturity I started to grow facial hair and I know that the girls I knew did not, but I always just looked at that as factual data and not some cultural norm.
To those of us that look at the butterfly and see God’s hand at work, these matters can be difficult. I believe in purpose and order in the world and see this reflected in the observable realm. Apparently there are some people out there whom observe the order in nature and think to themselves; “it’s gotta go”.
Ezekiel tells us that the nations will know who God is. That always made sense to me, but in a world where even facts are seen as negotiable, the necessity of this is ever more apparent. Amen! Come quickly lord Jesus.
Each time the “transgressives” get people to accept one abnormality as normal, they need to find an even more outrageous one. Part of it really is the devil’s work. Satan, wanting to be God but being only a creature and unable to create anything, can do nothing but destroy. And destroy. And destroy. But God always stays ahead of him because the devil can’t destroy until God creates — and God is infinitely creative. God can even make something beautiful out what man and the devil have made ugly.
And part of the cultural breakdown, a part that’s also the devil’s work in a way, is human pride. It makes me think of Reginald Bunthorne, the aesthetic poet in Gilbert & Sullivan’s “Patience,” admitting in a song that all his poetic posturing is really “a morbid love of admiration.” He advises a would-be poet that talking aesthetic gibberish will always get that admiration: “And everyone will say / As you walk your mystic way, / ‘If this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me, / Why, what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be.'” These days, it’s the “transgressive” and “abject” that demand the admiration, rather than the “mystic,” but it’s the same old same old.
“Morbid love of admiration”–I must remember that.
“I can’t understand a word of it, so it must be really smart.”