9 At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there.10 Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”
11 “No one, sir,” she said.
“Then neither do I condemn you,”Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”– John 8:9-11
Standing Against Gender Identity Ideology by Michael Doyle
I.
Warnings from the church Right the bell of gender An articulated reality Or a decision capriciously made
Are women to have rights Or does post-modernist Marxism Erase these differences based on secrecy Propelled into an intercultural revolution
Fracture of family and identity Questions the basis of who we are In disassociation with male and female Technology allows a sense of malleable identity
Gender dysphoria has run rampant But our bodies are not simply a screen With random projections, but, is a compass To be read correctly as a gift from God
II.
Post-structuralism steps into the discursive A man cannot step into a woman's space It is not just a construct but a truth Now humanity struggles with its articulation
The genesis of gender takes into account Concepts in development only confuse the confused Its entrenchment is anti-realist These constructs - male and female - are the truth
These are not some facades trying to be imposed But the way that God and nature has intended Something that has been done with the rightest intention And not to be defeated by befuddled contentions
We must not allow this uprooting Of millions of years of creation's meaning Genesis speaks the truth of who we are More importantly, it speaks of our purpose
This body of each of us is a holy sacrament What language is and does defines our freedom Are we alienate in a splendid isolation? Or do we belong and find our rightful purpose?
III.
Life in its performance is not an art We are not our own source of creation Gingerbread unicorns belong only in fiction These are not true categories but illusion
Life is not a game of sex or gender Academia's imagination is gnostic essentialism Based on modern myths of gender identity Unrealized in their potential for subversion
Women came such a long way to not fall back Humanity is not a society of contradictions Self-definition makes legal protections meaningless The system becomes gameable in this open con
Digging with suspicion closes the heart The mind shortly follows down the wrong paths Best of minds chase this around to truth again Like a Christmas address bearing gifts of deep thinking
Gender ideology fundamentally shifts reality Destroying the vulnerable in their diverse casting At war with themselves, they do not find unity In doing this, they tear their worlds apart
IV.
The gnostic temptation is harmful to all It is the hydra of heresy once again reborn The impulse to wish away the physical world Fixes nothing in this problematic world
Human beings are flesh, and thus, physical But also in natural form of the spiritual There is no escape into trans-humanism Chameleon in texture but a chameleon all the same
Culture can distinguish but cannot separate Fracturing the law protects absolutely no one Sex over gender choices must be the defining line Historical moments do not override the true story
Pragmaticism has its place in temporal utility The digital age has bred this and other ideologies Where a disembodied world seems somehow more real The blurring of lines has become dehumanizing
Inter-sex diversion is exception, not a political football Even as a sex theology, these differences are within a sex These conditions do not blur each sex's distinct differences But are concerns to be addressed to individuals
We humans, made in God's image, are first called to holiness In our journey, we become God's will fully expressed Still immersed as we are in the fullness of functionality We must insist on keeping defined within reality
(c) May 14, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Among the first casualties of war Is the promise that love will live on And if something goes wrong, lovers will love more The white heat of passion burns until it's gone
A touch, a line, a singular trace A lingering memory wished to embrace Nuzzled in the comfort of memory Until there is no more love left to be
But that was borne in heart and in mind Reflections of hope that are left behind Though a wounded heart cannot forget And that is perhaps the worst regret
Lovers pretend that all will be okay Though the void lingers to judgment day How could the promises be forgotten And something so pure, discarded becoming rotten
Then from that day that love disappears At least on the surface and repeated in fears A mustache won't hide these kinds of scars That leave broken hearts fallen with the stars
(c) May 14, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Man, once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind. With such persons, gullibility, which they call faith, takes the helm from the hand of reason and the mind becomes a wreck.”– Thomas Jefferson (1822
As in the beginning it is now As it will ever be yet somehow Though dead in sense from sin If Christ is in us, we are born again
Through the spirit living in each We are risen again as we teach Blessed then in our redemption Worthy as such in our contemplation
In a sacred sign of our salvation We become one in some explanation The prophets give in passing ages Along with the wisdom of the sages
Abraham’s oath lives on without fear But in hope that we may persevere We stand firm in our upright holiness Through the bottomless mercy of bliss
Taken from darkness into the light We live as instruments of what is right Bringing hope even from despair And covering hate with love everywhere
As consolers from this world’s grief We love with compassion and relief For it is in giving that we receive As we walk in the light and do not deceive
We meet all in our path at point of need Doing our best as the scriptures read Starting the day in prayer and meditation Is the way of the Lord in its contemplation
(c) May 12, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“One day work is hard, and another day it is easy; but if I had waited for inspiration I am afraid I should have done nothing. The miner does not sit at the top of the shaft waiting for the coal to come bubbling up to the surface. One must go deep down, and work out every vein carefully.” – Arthur Sullivan, composer (13 May 1842-1900
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along