Eve in Exile and the Restoration of Femininity

by Rebekah Merkle

In the last twelve months, Bruce Jenner has started calling himself a woman publicly . . . and no one is allowed to argue.

That is why submission is so essential to our role. Without submission there could be no true glory.

If truth were a salted caramel, the feminists would like to take away the caramel and just serve the salt.

Feminine glory is fruitful. It produces. It builds. It creates. And it does so in ways that are profound and staggering and surprising and beautiful and frequently messy and hilarious and ridiculous.

So be the glory of your husband. Be the concentrated, intoxicating, incarnate poetry that tells the story of death and resurrection, and then throw yourself into the task of glorifying. Be fruitful. Build your house. Work hard. Be ambitious. Be productive. Learn more. Run harder. Take the gifts God has given you, the desires He has given you, the constraints that He has given you, and then figure out how to weave those into something glorious, something compelling, a beautiful aroma that can’t be contained and that beckons a broken world to come and taste, to see that the Lord is good.

We are like a country that insists on running open sewage through the streets. Our pop music, popular movies, TV shows, all contain a level of filth that previous generations would not have been able even to comprehend, to say nothing of the ubiquity of porn. Now even our presidential debates are smutty. How did we get to this place? Once again, we have the women to thank. Who was it that worked tirelessly to break all the cultural taboos that had been in place for centuries? The feminists. They are the ones who insisted on talking about sex all the time, into the microphone, and refusing to ever shut up about it. They are the ones who dragged the bedroom out into the public square. One of Margaret Sanger’s biggest fights throughout her life was against the anti-obscenity laws. The feminists ran a wrecking ball through public decency, and once a taboo is broken, it’s broken forever. The fact that rappers can disgustingly, obscenely, gratuitously praise horrific violence against women over the airwaves and make lots of money doing it—that’s a big thank you to the feminists. Earlier generations would have had those men locked up immediately.