Feminism the Label

Dear feminists,

I’m not very clever and rarely anything other than straightforward, so let me begin by saying I don’t identify as a feminist and I never have. That said, some of you are good friends of mine. And I have purposed (and continue to do so) to better understand feminism both today and historically, and related issues that feminists care about. This is because feminism is a significant movement and because many of these issues are issues about which I also passionately care (e.g. sexual violence and objectification).

I’m writing today because I hope to shed some light on a question I’ve heard several times: why aren’t there more feminists in America? According to a recent poll, only 20% of of Americans identify as feminists, but over 80% affirm the statement that men and women should be social, political, and economic equals. Put another way, I’ve heard some define feminism as broadly as the idea that “women are people too.” I don’t have a number on this one, but I’d put money on well over 95% of Americans affirming that statement.

So what’s the catch? Why do most Americans support feminism as defined but reject the label itself?

Feminism has a complicated history of multiple iterations (waves) and continues to exist in a variety of forms and sub-movements. (In short, I realize you’re not an entirely homogeneous group.) This history includes some proud moments and important victories, and, while no group of people is ever perfect, I’m thankful for the opportunities women have today in the United States. And I support efforts to improve the condition of all people and especially women around the globe. But this century plus history isn’t all beautiful, I’d posit that feminism has had its share of conspicuous and negative moments. But I don’t need to go back in history for an example, I just saw a video that was posted yesterday that may help us understand the public’s distance from the term.

http://www.FCKH8.com (F#*k hate, in case the name initially confused you.)

This is a group that supports goals commonly purported by self-identified feminists (ending racism and sexism and LGBT inequality). Their approach is a bit crude, and they’re making a point by it, I realize…still, it doesn’t sit super well for me, but whatever…until they released a video about 24 hours ago: little girls dropping f-bombs (and not feminism but f#*k).

It’s disturbing and saddening. And very, very unattractive. One of the numbers they cite has to do with sexual assault, an issue that is very significant to me. I have close friends who’ve been abused, and I have friends who’ve been assaulted. I have friends who’ve been perpetrators. This issue is truly tragic and we need to come together to solve these problems. Justice needs to be served, compassion and help extended. But this video??? This is not a solution. Feeding little girls vulgar lines only causes a myriad of further problems!

Again, I know that there are sub-movements within feminism, so I’m not holding all feminists responsible for this video (some of you are my friends, and I know you wouldn’t approve). By why would I support or take on a label that when defined is embraced by 80-95% of Americans (and me) while the label itself is only embraced by a few, and has supporters that create media like this?

Here’s the video if you’d like to see it. The content itself isn’t anything you might not see in an R-rated movie, but the context of little girls and the manner in which they speak is somewhat disturbing.


p.s. While not nearly as offensive, the use of that classic 23% wage gap figure is continually and excessively troubling. It’s so obviously false if you just think about it for a moment, and it’s been demonstrated many times. Hopefully all seekers of truth (feminist or not) will clear up the usage of this terribly misleading statistic which is regularly cited by many including our current president, Obama. Here’s one piece that explains it, but just use Google if you want more!

For I Shall Yet Praise Him

Three weeks ago, I was jubilant and couldn’t help but share my news. For over two years I’d had vocal fatigue, and God had touched me. My voice was clear and strong…but now I’m somewhat confused. I wouldn’t ordinarily bring others into my confusion, but since I’ve put this story out there for the world to see, I feel integrity compels me to share this publicly.

For a couple days my voice was different and better, and then it began to fatigue again. By Friday, April 11, four days later, I’d recognized this fact. But I wasn’t ready to deal with it.

Yesterday, I began thinking about this present reality.

You might wonder, why am I just beginning to deal with this now? Dealing with suffering is difficult enough, but on that particular day, Friday, April 11, I had no time because I was organizing and leading a group of thirty-five persons going to a conference down in Rochester, NY. I didn’t have time, I didn’t have spare emotional energy…

One of the convenient (and sometimes terrible) things about my personality is that I can just shove my emotions into a corner. Not in an attempt to be fake…but in an effort to stay sane and capable. This is never a good long-term solution, hence why I’m dealing with this now.

But before I left for the weekend, I wrote some thoughts in a journal. Here are excerpts from my entry on Friday, April 11.

God, I thought April 7 was one of the biggest days of my life thus far . . . I thought You healed me. I could feel Your presence. My voice felt good, and it sounded strong and clear. I testified; I overcame doubts and trusted completely. I took a bold step of faith and declared Your goodness to the congregation of saints.

That night I was so excited. I could still feel Your presence. I couldn’t sleep. So I came down, journaled. Posted the good news on Facebook . . . Initially, every notification was a reminder of Your goodness and grace.

But then, my voice began to fatigue again.

On Thursday, I began to realize my voice hasn’t been healed. I haven’t told anyone this revelation. It’s crushing. The weight of this fatigue, I’d become accustomed to carrying. Monday night when God touched me, I cried in joy and relief. Now, that same weight is back, but I feel as if it has fallen from a great height. I am crushed.

Oh God, what has happened!? Why did you let me think I was well if I wasn’t?

Thursday night and Friday morning, my head spun with many different possible explanations: Maybe God was trying to send me a message? Maybe He’d never touched me? Maybe it was all in my head? Maybe it was a bit of a “men as trees” healing? Maybe…? Maybe…? I’m convinced God did do something, and I’m still praying for healing, but I definitely don’t have all the answers.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a possible explanation that would fit and confirm whatever you want to believe. But, to be honest, it’s hard for me to even care at this point…because what I’d really like is to not be dealing with this vocal fatigue any longer. What happened these past three weeks would quickly become an odd dream if tomorrow I woke up fully healed.

Ah, I feel pathetic, knowing that there are people who deal with much graver suffering. But that doesn’t make mine any less real. I understand this may seem trivial to an outside observer, “So you can’t talk for long without getting a sore throat and losing vocal quality?” Yeah…but when you’ve been called to teach, counsel, preach, and sing, when these are some of your most significant callings, vocal fatigue is trying.

I confess, initially I felt a little betrayed, and I wrote that in one of my journal entries. But now, a few weeks later, as I reflect, I certainly know that God doesn’t owe me anything, so I’m unoffended. However, I am somewhat confused and very bummed, to put it mildly. But I’m doing my best to trust Jesus.

Actually, in my journal entry from that original Monday night, I clearly articulated that my praise and worship don’t hinge upon whether or not I’m healed. And this is another opportunity to walk in that truth.

Tonight Jesus healed me.

Oh thank you Lord!

It’s difficult to express how huge this was for me…however, as I was thinking excitedly about how awesome this will be, now having my voice, I was challenged: Jesus is no different today than He was yesterday. With or without a voice, I can praise Him. With or without a voice I can do everything to which He’s called me. I need not doubt that He is able when I’m not.

That said, having a voice is mad convenient, and I’m grateful! Thank you Jesus!

It’s painful to even read that entry; this is a difficult season for sure. The enemy is at the door, waiting to bring in fear, frustration, discouragement, and depression. But I choose to turn to Jesus.

I’m not a very personal guy, and if it weren’t for the fact that I’d already made this a very public thing on Facebook, I doubt I’d say anything to almost anyone. But I try to be honest, and I must make sure that public accounts are clear and true. But the last thing I want to do is somehow allow that which could greatly discourage me discourage others. So, I’ll leave you with Psalm Forty-Two; I love how it ends, “For I shall yet praise Him.”

Do I have questions? Yes. Is this wicked difficult? Yes. Is Jesus worthy of our affection, devotion, praise, and worship? Yes.

1 As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night,
While they continually say to me,
“Where is your God?”

4 When I remember these things,
I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go with the multitude;
I went with them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise,
With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
For the help of His countenance.

6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me;
Therefore I will remember You from the land of the Jordan,
And from the heights of Hermon,
From the Hill Mizar.
7 Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls;
All Your waves and billows have gone over me.
8 The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,
And in the night His song shall be with me—
A prayer to the God of my life.

9 I will say to God my Rock,
“Why have You forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10 As with a breaking of my bones,
My enemies reproach me,
While they say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
For I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.

p.s. I’ve loved this song by Tim Hughes for many years (one of the first worship songs I learned to play on guitar several years ago).

§117 · April 28, 2014 · Miscellaneous ·

Why Do You Entertain such Futile Thoughts?

Note: this is an *entirely* fictional. An explanation.

My father, to keep his cool, was looking away from me and out the window. His speech paused for a moment as he inhaled deeply of his Cohiba Esplendido cigar, a high-end Cuban of which he was particularly fond. Personally, I don’t enjoy smoke nor the negative effects upon one’s health, but seeing that it lightened his dyspeptic mood, at that moment I was very thankful for the wonderful class of things resulting from tobacco use. As he exhaled, the smoke lingered for a moment but slowly began to rise; he continued. [Read the full post.]


I’m thankful.

And I don’t express it well or often enough. Thus, this post.

I’m from a small town in Northern NY (seven hours from NYC and five and a half from Buffalo). In some ways, this area lacks so much, but in the most important ways, it is amazingly special! (It’s the people here!)

[Read the full post.]

A Biblical Theology of Sex


This is fairly simple and quite focused, but I believe these ideas will prove to be of great significance in later discussions concerning sex. I pray it will equip and encourage believers in the midst of a culture lacking a firm foundation.

We Are Sexual Beings

It’s just a fact. And I think this is obvious enough that I will add little to substantiate this claim.

Suffice to say, there are seven billion people on this planet, and we’re all here because our parents had sex. And, with few exceptions, we can all personally identify as beings with libido and the physical design to engage in genital intercourse.

Enough said, we’re sexual beings.

Sex Is a Gift

Yes, sex is a gift from God.

Did you know that sex was God’s idea? Yep, He designed it. He’s the reason sex exists. He’s the reason sex is so pleasureful, intimate, and special.

[Read the full post.]

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