I started my President’s Day as I do most every other. Lisa and I prayed together and talked briefly about how our day looked. Then, I turned on my computer to sit down and check email and read the paper. The kids are out of school so it’s a pretty leisurely day and there’s no rush to get into our normal routines.
I could not believe what my eyes were drawn to on one paper’s “front page.” You can read it for yourself but the title will tell you most ly what you need to know–“Sex Changes for Kids Increasing.” (Read here) The article, of course, talks about the growing willingness of pediatricians to change the sex of some of their patients in response to questions about their gender. They express confusion about what they are and so doctor’s choose to address this with costly injections and gender-altering procedures. My question, who’s more confused–the child or the guy with the doctor’s degree?
The article specifically states that one child who is being considered for the procedure is an 18 month old girl who one day made the statement “I a boy.” (that’s not a typo, that’s the way she said it). Let me get this straight. You’ve got a human being who isn’t old enough to put together a grammatically correct sentence but you think she’s old enough to understand her sexuality!?
Another client who has already gone through the altering is a 4 year old patient. I have to be honest. At 4 years old I didn’t know if I wanted to be a fireman or a baseball player when I grew up. I had a hard time choosing between Fruit Loops and Sugar Corn Pops. Heck, I didn’t even realize there were that many differences between boys and girls yet. How in the world could any 4 year old know if they are “comfortable” being who God created them to be? I get that people grow up who have questions and issues regarding their personality and their sexuality. But sex changes are not the answer (in my opinion, they never are but especially with minors who aren’t even old enough to vote).
This is a symptom of a bigger problem though. In our culture it has become standard fair to to take the easy way out by rejecting who God created us to be and trying to be something else. Whether its our size or shape or personality or our talents, we are spending millions of dollars and years of our lives working to be something we aren’t and were never intended to be. I’d love to have the athletic skills of a Lebron James or a Peyton Manning. Maybe having the business sense of a Donald Trump or a Steve Jobs would be nice. But I am none of those guys. I am me. I am 44, fairly intelligent, well-educated and 5′ 11″ tall. I battle with my weight, my anger, my blood pressure and this overwhelming addiction to chocolate. I love my kids and my wife and believe that my family (with all of its quirks) is the most amazing group of people I could have ever known. I am a very blessed man. And I would have never known that feeling if my parents had chosen to change me to a woman at age 5 because I played with my sisters Barbie dolls. You want to know my opinion? (I’m assuming you do since you’ve read this far). Parents who allow their kids to undergo such a life-altering, permanent treatment before age 18 should be arrested for child abuse along with their pediatricians. Maybe then they can share a cell together and play gender-altering games while they serve out their sentences.
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day. Psalm 139:14-16 The Message