When I was girl, I wanted to
learn how to dance. My parents were not
in favor. Wickedness. Worldliness.
“Until you’re married.” Mom remarked over dishes one night. “Then you may dance with your husband as much
as you’d like.”
I snuck into our high school’s homecoming
dance when I was a sophomore. There my
parents’ prohibition clicked. Jesus
taught that looking and lusting were adultery.
Surely the wiggling and grinding of the mob in the middle of that dimly-lit
gymnasium violated the seventh commandment as well.
The mass chaos of that high
school dance was not what I had in mind when I twirled around the linoleum as a
little girl. It’s not what Elisabeth
Elliot had in mind when she penned the following to her daughter, either:
You can’t talk
about the idea of equality and the idea of self-giving in the same breath. You can talk about partnership, but it is the
partnership of the dance. If two people
agree to dance together they agree to give and take, one to lead and one to
follow. This is what a dance is. Insistence that both lead means there won’t
be any dance. It is the woman’s
delighted yielding to the man’s lead that gives him freedom. It is the man’s willingness to take the lead
that gives her freedom. Acceptance of
their respective positions frees them both and whirls them into joy (Let Me
Be a Woman).
Marriage is like the waltz. It’s exclusive: one man and one woman. The husband lovingly leads. The lady cheerfully submits to his
direction. Their careful movements and
clearly defined roles mirror a heavenly mystery.
In
contrast, our world approaches sexuality more like a homecoming dance. Insist that God created the man to protect
and provide and the woman to respond and serve?
Gasp! How old-fashioned! How demeaning! Or, where
have you been? The rules of the dance
have been re-defined. There are new
steps. New music. And switch partners whenever you’d like. As a matter of fact, there really are no
rules...except don’t make any rules.
The result? Broken hearts. Broken homes.
STDs. Unwanted pregnancies. Abortions.
Filthiness. Sin. Instead of the waltz people promote a mosh
pit and then stand around scratching their heads in wonder at everyone getting
hurt. Many in the U.S. attempt to erase
the idea of gender differences altogether.
Our tax dollars fund Planned Parenthood’s sex-ed program, which
advertises “It’s only natural” and “Safe sex is meant to be shared.” Homosexuality is accepted, lauded. Co-habiting, divorce, and weekend “hook-ups”
are the norm. Porn has not only made its
way into every nook and cranny of the Internet – books like “Fifty Shades of
Gray” line the checkout aisles of nearly every grocery store.
When I consider the way our
world attempts to re-define God’s rules for sexuality I can’t help but think of
Hans Christian Andersen’s story “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” The smallest child is able to point out
what’s wrong in our society. A toddler
could tell you that being a “boy” or a “girl” defines how he or she thinks and plays. Kids would laugh if there were two Prince
Charmings on the dance floor and no Cinderella, or if Cinderella was doing the
leading and PC the twirling. I overheard our kindergartner tell his sister
yesterday, “Peregrine Falcons mate for life, Leah.” “Yeah, swans do to!” she exclaimed. “Isn’t that strange, Will? Some birds are better at being married than people are!” Ask a child whose
Dad has left his mom and siblings what he thinks of this “new normal.” Or the girl whose un-wed mom brings home one
boyfriend after another. They may not
say it, but they know. This is no “new
normal.” It’s abnormal. The emperor’s got
nothing on. And the mainstream watches it
all unfold with a smug nod of approval.
Are you a married Christian or a
Christian about to be married? Take
heart. Our God carefully choreographed this waltz. In fact, He’s its Creator. Refer to the instruction manual He’s given
daily. Remember that mastering marriage
requires repetition. You can’t sit out
for even part of this dance - once you write your name on your spouse’s card,
you’re committed - to your partner, for life.
And to practicing. For life. The steps don’t change. They might get a little slower, a little
sweeter, with time. But still the same
steps. The leading. And the following. The loving, and submitting. Self-giving, forgiving, and faithfulness in
the small things, and the big things, all danced to the sweet strains of friendship.
Your marriage will be enhanced
by the knowledge that the two of you together glorify God in a way that you couldn't if there was only one of you. And it
will be admired and imitated, Lord willing, by the little ones watching, who
benefit in untold measures from your faithfulness to one another as they await
their turn.
So remember your role. Commit to repeating the steps.
Insistence on doing it any other
way means there won’t be any dance.
Beautiful thoughts, Sarah!
ReplyDeleteReally good post, Sar. Love this one!
ReplyDeleteYou write so beautifully Sarah! Thank you!!
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully written...Glad to know that I am not they only one who snuck into one of our high school dances :)
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