Wrestling the Gender-Blender Monster

I watched two of my grandsons practice their wrestling moves during a team workout a couple of weeks ago.

And it didn’t take long to recognize that a familiar form of perversion had once again breached the boundaries of sexual distinction.  Some young girls were also participating in the session, grappling, one-on-one, with other prepubescent boys.

Now, before I submit any moral reservations about what I saw, let me submit, from personal experience, what are some unintended natural consequences of ignoring those boundaries.

When my son was a nine or ten year old boy, he wrestled regularly in tournaments with a local club.  He was very aggressive and loved being competitive.  He also won many of his matches as a result.  But during one event, he was bracketed to compete with a little girl in a first round match.

At the time, I remember thinking that something didn’t seem right about it.

However, I kept my feelings to myself as I stood and witnessed every ounce of that confidence and zeal evaporate while confusion consumed him.

He rolled over and let her whip him.

I was furious.  And so were a few spectators—including some of the coaches.  I’m sure I was embarrassed as well, but that’s not the point.  I’d taught my son from a very early age that physical aggression was never permissable toward the opposite sex.  It wasn’t about losing the match.  It was, rather, about invalidating every attempt I’d ever made to try to teach him to respect a female’s body and her integrity.

Normally, I would’ve said,  “What happened, Son?”  This time, I didn’t have to ask.

But I’m not writing to try to convince any father that allowing girls to wrestle boys can create a moral dilemma.  Because if he needs to persuaded that males and females are quite capable of somehow grasping each other’s hot spots in a wholesome manner while mutually engaged in a body-contact sport, he’d probably have quit reading by now and gone back to streaming mud wrestling competition online.

So I write to those of you who might see things like I once did—someone who should have known better.

Before my son’s match even began, I should’ve refused to let him participate.  I should’ve listened to the voice which cautioned me that it really wasn’t okay for him to clutch a female by the crotch or forcefully bear down on her chest with his own.

To have questioned whether or not young children were normally aroused sexually through close contact shouldn’t have been an issue to consider.  Nor should any argument suggesting that they had neither knowledge nor respect for the boundaries created by gender have been raised either.

The only issue to have been considered should have been, “What were the young wrestlers being taught?”

The objectives of those who push to blur the lines of sexual definition go far beyond its present-day repercussions.  It’s not about attempting to initiate sweeping changes overnight.

Depravity thrives in its capacity to be subtle.

And the Evil One is a master at peddling perversion through incrementalism.  There’s no better way to incubate the seeds of lust and indecency in innocent children than to instill doubt and vacillation about where purity begins in the hearts and minds of the ones to whom that knowledge has been entrusted.

That’d be me and you.

One of Satan’s most effective means of separating Jesus Christ’s disciples from Him is to synthesize God’s miraculous gift of sexual distinction.

How long will we continue to allow him to do that?