Eve in Exile and the Restoration of Femininity

by Rebekah Merkle

When we lay on the altar that which is dearest to us, when we bury it in the ground, God gives it back it to us, glorified. If we lay our pride down, He gives us incredible dignity. If we lay our dreams down, He gives us unspeakable fulfillment. When we bury our own ambitions, He returns them back to us with interest. That which we put in the ground is a shriveled little seed, and what God hands back to us is a gorgeous handful of flowers—not a bad trade.

For the last century, it was women who lobbied Congress, women who marched on Washington, women who published the magazines, and women who relentlessly fought for this “right.” The body count is now at fifty-eight million. Fifty-eight million tiny Americans slaughtered—of the women and by the women and for the women—that the right to consequenceless sex should not perish from the earth.

American mothers have outdone Stalin for body count, outstripped Hitler, run circles around Pol Pot. American mothers have waged a war on motherhood itself, and this is a war with real casualties, with real blood, and with fifty-eight million unmarked graves in our nation’s landfills.

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.

Proverbs 14:1 says that a wise woman builds her house but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands. What we have witnessed over the last century is millions of women in America, in unison, tearing down their houses with their own hands—and the result is that they have dismantled this nation piece by piece. The women have been focused, tireless, relentless, and driven. They have passed the baton from one generation of activists to the next, inciting foolish and selfish women everywhere to pick up their sledgehammers and start swinging at their own walls. As we look around us, not much is left. Women are capable of great destruction, as we are now in a position to see firsthand.