Detestable Me

One of my favorite cartoon movies is entitled Despicable Me. It features an evil villan surrounded by hundreds of adorable and adoring little yellow admiring minions. These little guys will do anything and everything to please their master Dru. Everything, that is but change who they are. They are proud to be minions.

They know they are despicable but never see themselves as detestable. They are short, yellow and weird. But they are happy with how the cartoonist has drawn them.

This is really a stretch now. But I came to realize how often I have looked upon myself as detestable. Growing up, I would look in the mirror and wish I had straight hair, small nose, thin lips and lighter skin. I greatly disliked being the person God had made me. It was the time of cosmetic surgery to make the nose more European, chemicals and hot combs to strengthen my hair and cosmetics to lighten my skin. Standing close to lighter skin tones and especially white people made me feel detestable.

As I grew up the trend became to say I am Black and I am proud. I embraced who God had made me. I no longer sought to be recognized as who I wanted to be, but rather the person my Creator made me. I stopped shaking my fist at God and enjoyed my genetic makeup.

What is now called gender affirming surgery is really mutilation by doctors. Medical mutilation is affirming not who God has created. Instead, it is shaking a fist at God telling Him that He made a mistake. If you take enough medicines for the rest of your life and castrate and mutilate your body, you get to affirm who you want to be, not whom God made you. You actually become detestable. By the way, a man identifying as a woman can still get prostate cancer.

Yes Lord, you did give me an XX or an XY set of chromosomes, but I don’t want that. I feel the opposite of what you made me. Most parents are upset and disappointed when their child chooses to ignore the gifts they have provided. Imagine how your Creator feels.

My son Elijah said it is like taking a masterpiece of art and defacing it with a crayon. Then you tell the creator of that artwork to admit it is even better than the original. No artist would applaud my defacing his work. Our Father in heaven doesn’t either.

I become detestable when I shake my fist at God and use my body in ways that are not in conformity with how He created me. When I do so, I encourage others to rail against Him and defy the natural order.

My Father takes great delight in how He made me. With my physical, emotional and psychological limitations, He steps in and shows me how to be proud of who I am and to shun anyone or anything that tells me He made a mistake.

Dr. Dru understands, the minions are adorable. He doesn’t tell any one of them that he wishes they were smarter, taller or pinker. If the cartoon creator can get it…, why are we seeking medical mutilation?

We are made to be male and female. The rare disorder of this genetic makeup cannot be an excuse to be mutilated by medical professionals.

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.
Genesis 1:27 KJV

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Marvellous are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.
Psalm 139:14 KJV