
Carolyn Mahaney's book Feminine Appeal is a classic. Here's the her teaching series on Titus 2, links included.
Thoughts on the stuff of life...
...pretense that she is a woman.
Dr. Norman Spack is the pediatric specialist behind the clinic for “transgender children,” and he is treating patients as young as 7-years-old. For younger patients who desire to be the opposite gender from that of biology, birth and Providence, Spack offers counseling and drugs that delay the onset of puberty. The drugs, he says, halt the natural flood of hormones that will make it difficult to have a sex alteration later in life, allowing children “more time to decide whether they want to make the change.”Paul McHugh, University Distinguished Service Professor of Psychiatry at Johns Hopkins, is one such critic and he hints at transcendent truth in analyzing the potential harm of such dangerous therapy and injections: “Treating these children with hormones does considerable harm and it compounds their confusion,” McHugh told FOXNews.com. “Trying to delay puberty or change someone else’s gender is a rejection of the lawfulness of nature.” Further, McHugh said “gender reassignment” for children recalls the dark ages, “when choir boys were castrated to retain their high-pitched voices…It’s barbaric.”
I don't know how to answer 50% of my medical history forms; I don't know if I have more brothers and sisters; I don't know what my last name should be (Carter is the surname of my brother's father.); I don't know if I'm half-Jewish, half-German, or half-Ukrainian...My hope is that someday I'll grow up to be like My Father. People will know what kind of person I am from seeing the family resemblance. Perhaps then instead of seeing me and thinking "Urkranian" they'll say, "You look like you're Christian."
You see, my mum taught me that children enslave women. I grew up believing that children are millstones around your neck, and the idea that motherhood can make you blissfully happy is a complete fairytale. ... As a little girl, I wasn't even allowed to play with dolls or stuffed toys in case they brought out a maternal instinct. It was drummed into me that being a mother, raising children and running a home were a form of slavery.Feminism has betrayed an entire generation of women into childlessness. It is devastating. But far from taking responsibility for any of this, the leaders of the women's movement close ranks against anyone who dares to question them -- as I have learned to my cost.
Many modern day feminists have tried to argue that they offer me honor while Christianity offers me chattel. But they've got it backwards. I only have to look around to see it. The hook-up culture, the abortion culture, the depiction of women in media — they're all proof. It wouldn't take me 10 seconds flipping the television to see that — though Ali is gracious enough to see the positives in our culture — there is plenty of chattel-like behavior towards women.As a seventh-grade girl, I was incensed that someone would treat me differently because I was a female. Now, though, I take comfort in the fact that God commands my Christian brothers to treat me differently. God's balance, of course, is perfect. He commands that I be respected, but also that I respect. He commands that I be honored, but also that I honor. He commands that I submit to authority, but also commands that authority to submit to Him.
He understands my heart. After all, He created it. He knows that it may be difficult for me to accept my husband's authority, so he reminds me in 1 Peter to do what is right and not to give way to fear.
In seventh grade, and probably for years later, I would have told you that all patriarchal societies were the same — their only goal to puff men up in their own power. But not anymore.
Yes, some societies live that way, and it's a shame. But that is not God's way. God has given my husband the right, and the responsibility, to lead our family. But simply because I submit to an authority — as, in fact, all of us have to do — God doesn't see me as inferior, as inadequate or unworthy. The true message of Christ is quite the opposite and it's a beautiful thing.