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Male and Female He Created Them


In almost 20 years of working with my husband managing a housing dealership, I have never encountered this situation before.

The six foot tall, big-boned man dressed like a woman came in through the front door. His hair was a long-flip, brunette wig. His voice was low and gruff and his gate was manly. His fingernail polish was dark cherry red. His masculine facial features were covered with foundation and his eyes were lined, mascara applied and his lipstick was dark. His knees were knobby and he had a five o’clock shadow.

As I gave out a key to our model homes, I sensed that a strong spirit of confusion entered. The on-line definition of confusion is: loss of orientation, loss of ability to place oneself correctly in the world by time, location and personal identity.

What is the definition of a transvestite? It is the practice of cross dressing, wearing clothes of the opposite sex. No wonder I felt such a strong spirit of confusion enter my office reception room.

God has some things to say about Gender Identity Disorder. In Genesis 1:27 it says that God created man in His own image. In the image of God, He created him: male and female He created them. No confusion there!

Deuteronomy 22:5 has a harsh word for transvestites: “a woman shall not wear anything that pertains to a man nor shall a man put on a woman’s garment. All who do so are an abomination to the Lord, your God.” Ouch.

I like Psalm 139, verses 13 and 14: For you formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are your works, And that my soul knows very well.

Those of us who know Jesus as our Lord are free to live up to our God given potential. But what about those trapped by a deceptive lie? Can you imagine what this kind of confusion feels like inside?

God loves this man and wants to set him free. I pray for that. Once again, as a follower of Jesus, the challenge is clear to me: love the person. I don't have to accept the lifestyle. I welcome your thoughts.

Comments

  1. Very insightful, and I agree with your conclusion. How else are we to share Christ if we don't show love to the unlovely? So ... did you sell him/her a home?

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  2. You clearly have the gift of discernment! This "issue" is something that we as the Church have to face for sure. My husband and I have befriended a gentleman who has struggled with the gay lifestyle but has walked away and is working alongside a ministry to help himself and others. The one thing I learned is that this issue beside the obvious; being a trap from Satan, is a relationship issue. Most of the time in these cases (men) they have had domineering mothers and very passive fathers. Praying for his family issues to be healed and restored. Generational curses to be broken ie: homosexual spirit that has been in his family over the years etc. to be broken! and the obvious....lies from the enemy to be exposed! IN JESUS NAME
    Love you Mary!

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  3. And so many are deceived still. But you did the best thing - show love and not be judgmental. For the Lord loves this man the same. I think sometimes, some Christians forget where they came from and are so quick to say judgmental things. It is through anyone's broken life that redemption of the cross works the best. How will unbelievers know if we don't show them love like how the Lord loved us first?
    God bless. Love you sister.

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  4. When I read this I thought of the story of woman caught in adultery.
    You most definitely were not one of those men that wanted to stone that woman, you revealed the heart of Jesus is saying, "neither do I condemn you"

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  5. Mary,
    Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and commenting on my post!

    Yes, we have to love the sinner but not the sin.

    Hugs,
    Jean

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  6. Amen Mary! Love the person, pray for them and live out the best example of Christ we can. It is GOD's job to change, not ours.
    I know your heart and I know you were kind and pleasant to this confused gentleman and your actions will speak louder than you can imagine. Often, we do not know the impact we have on others.

    Thank you for your love and prayers!! GOD BLESS, andrea

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  7. I hope he dreams about Jesus and his soul is pulled away from self awareness, toward self surrender.

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  8. I understand what you are saying about that uncomfortable sense. There are a lot of people here with a spirit of confusion and hurt. I pray the love of God over them that they may find freedom and acceptance in His Beloved Son.

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  9. Mary, I know I have befriended people who have struggled with issues. But I agree; love the person but not the behavior. There was a couple (both men) who lived across the street from me. They were both very nice and I often saw them on my way to the community mailbox area. We often walked together. While I didn't agree with their lifestyle, I don't believe in shunning people at all. They eventually moved to France and even invited my husband and me to visit but we've never done so. Later, I heard many of the neighbors saying things about them in a very negative way.

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  10. Amen! God does indeed want him to be free. God is not a God of confusion but rather a God who does things decent and in order.

    Satan is the author of confusion as the Word tells us.

    Love you dear sister.

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