My Rock is Jesus Christ.
Throughout scripture, both prophetic and historical, Jesus Christ is referred to as the Chief Cornerstone, the Rock of our salvation, the Solid Rock. In my thirty year walk with Him as my Lord and Savior I have experienced both peace and strength from that Rock. Yes, there are other creatures of the slime under even this Rock. Amazingly, it has only been from the slugs and bugs found under the Rock that fear and weakness have emerged, the slugs and bugs professing Christianity.
It is hard to fathom the hard hearts of people who claim their reconciliation to the Eternal God only through Jesus' completed work, (His singular faultless life, His obedience even to death to pay the penalty for mankind's sins, His conquering of physical death to establish eternal life for those who would believe, His daily presence by His Holy Spirit living in the lives of His people).
According to biblical accounts, the nature of mankind's rebellion (sin) is universal, all sin, all choose self first. By the same records God showed all that He loved all when He sent his Son for all who would come to Him. The love for all came when all were still in rebellion (sin). Rebellion is a choice all have made. Life in Christ is a choice all can make.
My life, my existence, me, is no less needy of God's love, forgiveness, and life, than any other person. As an intersexual, my only difference is that I am condemned by mankind for how God made me, while God's concern is for what I have done with the life He re-made in Christ.
My blood kin have utterly rejected me.
My family by Christ's blood have unconditionally accepted me.
My parents of birth made their goal to 'normalize' me as the son they envision.
My Heavenly Father is daily conforming me to His image of perfection.
My accomplishments, awards, assimilation into society is an ash heap in the making.
My submission to Sovereign God's propriety will bear eternal fruit.
Why, then, did this loving, sovereign, forgiving God allow this intersexual 'glitches' in humanity?
My uncle Al, a quadriplegic, said it well. When admonished by a spiritual moron that his lack of faith was the only hold-up in his recovery, his response was not to justify the pain. His response was to live the balance of his life in a manor which could only direct people to personally know the God he loved.
This brief wisp of life is here for a moment, yet the consequences of what I do with that wisp are eternal. Many decisions were wrongly made for me, choices that could have conquered both my hope and my life. They did not! I have been shunned by my parents, rejected by my siblings, the credence of my medical treatment decried as quackery by my own brother (ironically he is a doctor), all to let me know that I a person not worthy of love. I want all to know that nothing, no 'thing'. no person, no authority, no power, no mistake, no sin will ever separate me from God's love!
Regardless of my early life I choose each day to live for Christ.
Yes, I could live for mom and dad, to be the son they thought they had.
I could have stood and marked the place a concrete smile upon my face.
I could have born the grief and pain, and ended life, gone quite insane.
For Norman, Carolyn, Roger, Joy, to be a brother, though not a boy.
The part of me you never knew, accused as lies, that life is true.
And though your world demanded 'he' each cell of mine was programmed 'she'.
You know I tried, I took a wife, and when she died, amidst the strife
I found the peace that casts out fear from Christ who made me. Ever near
He led me to His perfect truth, to understand that, from my youth,
a dozen doctors, maybe two, now all concede to what I knew.
My flaws, my sin, my inner worth are now no longer based on earth.
The self I knew, the self that died, has now in Christ been justified.
Regardless of my early life I choose today to live for Christ.
We, too, are intersexual. Created unique by God.
Deus Unicus Creatus
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