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The World of Same


We live in a world of sames.

Same... styles, cars, homes. Same... thoughts, ideas, beliefs.

I'm grateful I didn't grow up in that world. A world of sames.

My mom wore aprons and my dad wore suits. My grandmas baked and my grandpas fished.

It's an intended oversimplification. Of course, my mom liked to fish with her dad and wear beautiful dresses. My dad -- well, he liked to eat the baked goods my grandmas made.

There are always variations of a stereotype. Because... we are not sames. No matter what anyone claims.

The idea of sames homogenizes and blends an individual, who is wonderfully and marvelously made.

I would argue that my world, the world not of sames, celebrated individuality, my world allowed far more diverse thought and expression than that of today.

I grew up in the 80s, married in the early 90s.

Girls were allowed to be girls and boys were allowed to be boys. Sames were saved for another day.

And there was no one looking over our shoulder determining if our dreams and hopes and aspirations were acceptable by the sames.

We didn't think much about the sames. We were free to dream. We were free to follow our natural instincts instead of re-training our minds, our words, and our beliefs to comply with the sames.

This is not an argument against standards. Instead, it's an observation about standards. Natural standards that have governed the lives of all humans since the beginning of time.

Natural standards that allow for feminity and masculinity.

The idea of sames began with "unisex." It has evolved.

The ideas of sames began with control. It has evolved.

The idea of sames began with power. It has evolved.

Sames celebrate the idea intolerance. While their language speaks individual expression, the reality is that of adherence, or else suffer public shaming.

I do not believe in this world of sames.

I look back with sadness on the beauty of my world that is no longer. The beauty of romance, the beauty of peace. The beauty of joy instead of the gray of domination, suppression, and compliance.

Will Willimon observes, “A person who is externally determined, who lacks freedom of choice, who has succumbed to any limitations upon self-expression is hardly a person.”

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them." --Psalm 139:13-16 ESV

Why, when we were so beautifully and wonderfully made, would we throw away the essence and the freedom of who we were created to be? Why would we then reject that unique beauty to adopt sameness? When we were once free... why would we choose a form of bondage?

Why would we become citizens in the world of sames?

Just a thought...

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