This hits me in the heart, and I feel a strange sense of grief. Why do I feel this way over transitioning women whom I will never know?
It's because they left behind art that encapsulates the beauty of the feminine experience.
Singing is bound by anatomic and physical truths that men and women are born with absolutely distinct voices and vocal ranges that rarely, if ever, can be confused for the other. These women, bound by their limits, trained themselves in the field to create this auditory art for the world to experience. Despite this, they looked upon their own bodies, the gifts God made possible for them alone, built with the trappings of women alone, for women alone, and they seek to reject it. They base their ideas on an arrogant philosophies of human dominance over God's own two sexes, over the clear demarcations between man and woman, ones which we developed and maintained despite the various gender combinations that hide amongst the animal kingdom, despite the route we could've taken like the hyena, like the deepest fishes, and like the lowliest fungi. They reject their own birth, decry their creation as a wrong, or even as an evil, and believe that they can correct it by taking what is already formed and functioning and tearing out the cogs as they grind, expecting the machine to carry on regardless. They are monsters, not to their fellow man, but to themselves, both in action and in thought.
They can not love themselves. That is the most terrible tragedy that a human being can experience. They will inundate themselves with the taste of a man-made Hell of their own design. 2 Thessalonians 1:8-9, "He will punish those who do not know God and do not obey the gospel of our Lord Jesus. They will be punished with everlasting destruction and shut out from the presence of the Lord and from the glory of his might". Hell is a place of torment and fire, that much is true, but most importantly it is a place where God's love is absent and empty. Being deprived of the love of God, of the universe, of existence itself, is a fate that none of us here will discover during our time here on Earth. However, we can still feel conscious emotions of belonging, self-confidence, love, and warmth while we are alive. These women, I believe, possess none of that in relation to their fundamental being. They have lost the love of their own bodies, their own voices, their own identity as women, and have embraced a love of pride over any other. They may still be able to share feelings of warmth and belonging to people around them, and yet they are unable to turn that emotion towards who they really are. A mother may feel a love for her child, but if she neglects herself and actively rejects the idea of her own well-being she will inevitably starve to death, taking the child with her. They have deprived themselves of the love of their own existence, they have deprived themselves of the love of their own identities, and they actively wish to turn away from the most fundamental love that created them and us all. They have put themselves into Hell of their own making, and they believe they can save themselves by walking deeper into the flames.
I feel horrified at the changes that came from them. I feel a deep sense of mourning whenever I come upon a transgender of broken promise, for they wish to deprive all of themselves and the gifts they once sought to offer. It is possible to work to take people away from believing in this culture of self-destruction, but to stop it completely is up to the hand of God and His work. We people have the potential make differences in the lives of many who may be swayed by this societal illness, but their movement is not like that afforded to the lobotomy of old; they didn't have its victims fighting for the right to ruin lives.
