Gender And Tongue

 

Gender And Tongue

Genesis 1:27 “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.”

Acts 2:8 “And how hear we every man in our own tongue, wherein we were born?”

     Two markers set off a man’s identity.  Our family, into which we are born, reaffirms our sexual disposition.  Boy or girl?  The sign hangs proudly on the front door after birth.  Dad hands out the cigars.  Mom puts the baby shower gifts to good use.  Blue or pink?  In America, these colors still mean something.

     In our formative years, we learn the language of the home.  Our own tongue, as it shapes our minds and our individual expression.  A Korean home differs from an English-speaking home.  Tonality is everything while the English may put more emphasis in word choice.

     Gender and tongue.  At the root of who we are, all other identities grow from this.

     So what of importance?  God surely has created beings of character.  So divided He the common language of all the earth into primal tongues.  At conception, He ascribes gender.  With all the flavors of combinations this could provide, He adds to it skin color and bodily makeup.  Eye and hair color.  Short or tall.  Stalky or slim.  He shows man in all his array.  Encompassing the broad spectrum that genetics provide, God the master craftsman takes pleasure in working unique pieces of art.  Scientifically, our bodies mystify great minds showing variance with great similarity.

     Psalms 139:13 “For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”

     God loves diversity.  In all of creation, He didn’t just make one kind of bird or deer.  In fact, His whole rainbow of light shines up from creatures teeming with life under a sun responsible for their existence.  He goes to great lengths to show the depth of His character.  With all the plethora of beings, we could get lost wondering where we fit into His expanse, but He nails us down.

     It is good for a man to have boundaries.  Certain absolutes which he cannot change.  Our gender He has embedded in our bodies and so characterized our spirits to a masculine or feminine bent.  In addition, the logic of our minds runs in the pattern so dictated by a tongue we speak.  God does not freak us.  He uses commonality to ensure our sanity.

     Gender and tongue.  Two starting blocks from which we reach forth.   

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