“So let all thine enemies perish, O LORD: but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might.”
I made the brief observation in a podcast recently that we give the ’60s too much credit. We act as if all the world’s woes were activated in Woodstock, circa 1969. But this is an utterly simplistic way of looking at history. While there were unique features like the introduction of the pill and other sexual shifts, the ’60s were merely a dot in the historical development which had its roots many centuries prior. It is sheer Americanism to assert that a particular era of American history catapulted the sexual revolution and other Western shenanigans to a babelic spotlight.
At the root of such sexual revolutions is the individual with its propensity towards self-creation and a social imaginary that lays bare its convictions about the normalization of sexual acts. Rousseau long ago already articulated that the inner voice establishes an identity. Outside voices and influences do not/should not play a role in our distinct flavor of life. The individual forms and reforms his personhood according to his own image.
Of course, we can go back further to the Edenic scene where bliss and cool air flowed through its Garden bushes and caressed the tender skin of the first creations. The first man and woman argued within themselves that assuming a unique identity outside the Triune God would bring harmony and happiness. Excommunication from that identity followed.
Individualism is essentially an early church thing; a church that began in a garden and continues through sanctuaries to this very day. The ’60s are categories we use to dismantle the biblical rationale or to justify cultural trends. But the reality is that the 60’s A.D. or the 1260’s were already scenes ripe for depraved acts, and indeed history attests to these things.
Our desire to localize tendencies causes us to miss the larger theological picture and to scapegoat our present situation by blaming “those guys” instead of the progressive tendency that human nature has had since its inception to be identity-factories.
And speaking of Rachel Levine, the picture speaks for itself. It is not polite to speak ungraciously about a woman’s posture or picture, but since Rachel is a dude, let us assert that his mother was a hamster and his father smells of elderberries. But that suffices for the insult department.
We should not be shocked when someone who claims to not be who God defined him to be, received the accolades of institutions who assert what God has not given her the right to assert. To each his own, and to each transgender his/her/zen own. God gives them over to a reprobate mind so they can distort everything that rhymes with reality.
This entire endeavor is merely the overflow of a sociology of identity framed in the dark caves of Mordor and given prime time due to our technological lords. But in God’s gracious dispensation, it has an expiration date and when that time comes, God will give his people a new song. Incidentally, that song will have nothing to do with the ’60s, but with the eternality of a God who does not allow his enemies to rule over us, but who brings all of them, Levine and all, under his feet.
