Email: BobbieLang@reagan.com
A Voice Crying In The Wilderness
When I first started blogging I had such high hopes of being
a voice and giving a voice to what I thought were perhaps thousands, maybe even
ten thousands, of transgendered Christians who were rejected by the church and
left behind. However, I guess I didn’t
even know what the definition or the term “transgender” has become.
Those who have read my earlier post know that I went through
my gender transition in the early 1980’s.
At that time, we considered ourselves “transsexuals” and the word
transgender was a term we had never heard.
We were all very simple, very normal people struggling to understand our
gender confusion and to solve our own riddles that rattled around in our brain. It was our eternal struggle to conform to conventional
gender roles and societal standards while occupying a very nonconforming body. None of us wanted to be “outed” or even to
flaunt ourselves, however, because of physical and voice restraints it was very
difficult for some not to be noticed. We
all did the very best we could without calling attention to ourselves.
I am not here to say that there were not any sexually out of
control transsexuals. However, the
majority of us were good “normal” folks with confusion about our gender, if you
can call that normal. We had all
suffered through a lifetime of bewilderment and wondering “what the heck” was
going on with our bodies and our emotions.
I, personally, knew of no one who thought they had a choice to be
transsexual or not to be transsexual.
Every one of us just wanted to get some relief for our confusion and
gender reassignment seemed to be our only option. I always had such compassion for these
brothers and sisters who just wanted to look and feel natural. However, after I had my gender reassignment I faded
into the normalcy of being just an average run of the mill woman and lost all contact
with the nomenclature and terminology of the transsexual community.
When I first started blogging I was still under the
assumption that this is the way things still were. I thought the term “transsexual” had simply
changed to the term “transgender”. However, after doing some web surfing and
reading some on line forums, I am ashamed of what has happened to
some people who call themselves “transgender”.
I am shocked at the extent and sexual deviancy and the lewd and lascivious
cartoons that exists today of some of the more flamboyant people in this group. As transsexuals we just wanted to disappear
and blend into the world around us. Now,
it seems like some in this new community wants to flaunt their sexuality in the face of
all society.
I know I am in danger of alienating and angering many
individuals in this new transgender community. I do not identify with them, however, I do
care for them. Neither, thankfully, do
they identify with me. My blog is for
the transsexual Christians who are pressing on to meet that higher calling and
searching for God’s plan for their life.
My voice is for those who have been rejected by the church for doing
nothing more than attempting to end their gender confusion and seeking relief
for their misery.
Is my voice a voice that is crying in the wilderness? Are there any more “transsexuals out there
like I knew and felt such compassion for in the 1980’s? I know there are. As I was praying and asking God for guidance
I felt like I was the only one left and my life was even in danger from what
a segment of this transgender community has become.
However, God in His glory led me to 1 Kings 19: 8-19. Elijah believed that the children of Israel
had forsaken God’s covenant and he was the only godly person left. After fleeing to Horeb and hiding in a cave,
God showed him there were seven thousand left in Israel that had not bowed down
to Baal.
I know that there are thousands in the LGBT community that
have not bowed down to Baal. I know that there are thousand that are struggling
to bridge the gap between gender confusion and God’s plan for their lives. Sadly, these are not the individuals that
grace our televisions screens or our web pages or are attacked from church
pulpits. There are multitudes of us
across America and even around the world, who live a Godly but imperceptible
life. In our endeavor to be undetectable
we suppress knowledge and education about who we really are. I, myself, deserted the call on my life to build a bridge and to educate the church leadership that was placed in my life along my walk. Recently the Lord rekindled that spark of ministry and has now build a fire in my bones to finish the ministry He called me to decades before.
If you are transsexual, transgender are just a Christian who
believes as I do that the only way to the Father is through the Son, please respond with a “like” or even a
comment. Let me know you are out there. Keep me in your prayers for strength,
guidance and perseverance. I know the
enemy does not like me writing these blogs and I continuously feel his attacks. I need your encouragement.
Bobbie Lang (12/9/2013)
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information about Bobbie Lang you can get my autobiography “Transgendered
Christians In Chains” on Amazon.com. It
is my heart and soul for my writings to help mend painful lives and heal
painful experiences by sharing the story of my victories and the lessons
learned from defeat. It was never or
will ever be my intention to push my autobiography for the purpose of monetary
gain.
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ReplyDeleteBobbi...I love God with all my heart, such as it is...I love the Father who sent Jesus...I love Jesus, the Face of the Father come to us because of His love for the Father and for us...and I dearly DEARLY love Holy Spirit (Mama to me) who has preserved my life, stayed my hand, and caused me to sing.
I am not sure what to say about others...but I will continue to try to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly.
your sister in Jesus forever and ever,
Charissa