I think the elephant in the room is being ignored or at least overlooked.
The gender manipulation in society is merely symptomatic, secondary to a much larger problem—the minimization of God's law.
When our boys got home from France in '18, they'd had a crash course in perverse delight from the locals still reeling from the excesses of the Revolution. This resulted in the Roaring Twenties, which brought about the speculative financial practices that have helped bring about a buy-now-pay-later attitude toward everything, not the least of which is sensual appetite. "If it feels good, do it."
The love songs of the second world war seemed tame enough. They encouraged women to keep the home fires burning, but the distance between warriors and their gals began to encourage lyrics that tended to make romantic love a virtual idolatrous art form. After all, we had the dreaded Hun and its successor, the Bolsheviks to vanquish.
This trend continued somewhat under the radar during the '50s and '60s, while we were living it up in Suburbia with our 3000-calorie TV dinners and burgers, fries, and shakes on the town.
Christianity really embraced this attitude in the '70s. I remember a song by Debby Boone, a sweetheart of America, which stormed the Billboard charts in '77. It was a beautiful love song, but it closed with these lyrics: "It can't be wrong when it feels so right." No one as much as raised an eyebrow. Emotional reasoning had become firmly entrenched.
And now, we're all encouraged to cherish our own "truth." These same folk promised that free pornography and prophylactics would usher in a glorious age free of rape and venereal disease. Sure, we've got an HPV vaccine (which the CDC recommends be routinely administered before the onset of puberty) that kills maybe a dozen or so types. Not sure what we'll do yet about the remaining 100 or so that an increasingly large portion of late teens now carry around with them or how they might mutate.
Oh, and we're overfishing the seas so badly that the world has no idea yet that plastics, petroleum and beef cattle are the least of our problems. But we gotta have some mercury with our Omega 3 because it's tastier than nuts or seeds, and we have a constitutional right to the pursuit of immediate sensual gratification, don't we?!! Or was it just basic happiness?
Meanwhile the frontal lobes of our youth are shrinking in function to the ratio of a cat's brain (hyperbole—and, btw, my generation is not too far behind), largely due to the junk we fed them with 89 ingredients on the back label and the discount, 8-bit babysitters we bought them to keep them from being underfoot. Now, they have 128-bit, multi-core ones with software that is so cool (read: violent and sexually-charged) that it often seems unnecessary or at least indefinitely deferrable to get up and go to the bathroom.
These and other indulgences in appetite saw the average longevity of Americans decline for the first time a year or two before the COVID-19 pandemic hit. Our youth are getting sicker earlier than they have since the anti-hygenic 1800s.
And so we're making it so hard for Jesus to save us that if He doesn't return soon the only folks who'll be waiting for Him will be six feet under. How He must weep.
Smile, though, really. Because Jesus saves, folks! He really does save!
I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
For a look at how wonderful His ten commandments are and how He foresaw the global mental health crisis, check this out:
