If you’re like me, you may have some confusion around the women’s march which took place last Saturday. I must say, I was so impressed with the numbers. There were women, men, children; millions coming together all over the world in unity. I’ve been praying for understanding from the Holy Spirit & what I got was so much more…I feel compassion. When I look into the eyes of these protestors, I see fear. They’re afraid. and they’re using their God-given voice to speak about it. Sometimes that comes out hard, but I can hardly blame them for being afraid. The world can be a scary, hurtful place.
For decades, I was afraid…I was moved to action out of that fear because fear is a strong motivator-so I see myself in these photos. I recognize my own fear in the angry faces. There were peaceful faces on the ground too and kindness displayed, I’m sure. Some wanted to experience the sense of transendence that often accompanies this sort of thing; some approached it almost as a social event. I also saw anger. And anger is always covering up something. In many cases, it’s fear under the anger. Yes, I feel for these fear filled, angry, hurt protestors. Before processing my own hurt, fear, anger, I was them.
I believe in rights for women-including the unborn women. Having lived in the “Show Me” state of Missouri for many years, I can’t help but wonder if the energy and time and resources dedicated to this march could have been used to actually show support for these causes instead of punching at the wind? What if all the people who marched would have actually walked into women’s shelters in their respective areas and offered real hands on help instead of wearing hats intended to resemble female anatomy parts and holding up vulgar posters?
A protestor shoved a supporter in to an elevator wall just before the march upon learning that the supporter was in DC to attend the inauguration; not to march. I watched a video of a woman being escorted off a plane because she was verbally attacking a supporter. On the news that night, I saw a gentleman describing the physical assault he endured from protestors in DC. No less than 6 riot police were hospitalized in that city alone. I’m reading that celebrities are getting blasted for encouraging fans to “give him a chance.”
Each of these responses can be traced back to fear; Not love, but fear. I find it ironic, given that one of the slogans being used in this movement is “Lovetrumpshate.” I ask you, where is the love in this?
When actions betray hashtag, red flags arise…
I appreciate the freedom we have in this country to express our differences and fears, but I want my daughter to learn how to do that respectfully. I didn’t march when President Clinton performed sex acts in the Oval Office during his term (& denied it.) I didn’t march this time when our new President had hurled on to him, his past (namely an incident that happened a decade before he ever took office and for which he aplogized.) If I had things held against me under this kind of scrutiny- things I said and did 10 years ago, I’d be SUNK. I can’t throw a single stone….
Raising awareness can be a good thing. A positive thing.
MLK and Ghandi set great examples for us. Their ways were unifying, honoring, truly non violent. Studying the protests they led- that’s a much more productive, noble way for a young woman to learn to use her voice than the methods we saw Saturday because I believe the message gets muddled; even the most legitimate cause gets easily lost in the latter with all the distracting visuals mixed in for shock value.
So in short, here is a list of reasons I did not bring my daughter downtown to the march;
-There’s a severe conflict of interest when one of the founders supports Sharia law and Hamas. (seems a bit self defeating, as the central point was supposed to be about “women’s rights,” right?)
-The organizers uninvited a feminist Pro Life group (well, they welcomed them with open arms at first because it was supposed to be all about inclusion… but then after receiving some backlash, they told the feminist Pro Life group they were not welcome to march.)
-Ultimately, I want to encourage my daughter to keep her focus fixed on Christ, to “Look UP!” To trust in His Sovereign Providence, not submit to or act out of fear. Love indeed trumps hate in word and deed and truth. God’s love is the only thing that enables us to come together respectfully. It’s only Love.
Communication, understanding, compassion, neighborly love- these are all the things we talk about here. They’re the things that make life worth living.
In Solomon’s words;
From Ecclesiastes 3- He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart….there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God.
From Ecclesiastes 4- Two are better than one, and a cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
If you marched without a full understanding of what it was all about, all is not lost. Grace abounds for you. If you have more questions, please write in on the Facebook page- heylovepodcast. Let’s reason together. But please be kind and respectful when you weigh in with your opinions. I promise to do the same. 🙂