Women are powerful creatures.
With a glance, we can raise a man’s hopes
or wither his self-esteem
often leaving me to wonder why
burka-enforcing men think it safe
to leave a window
for the laser-beam of a woman’s eyes.
Women are a force.
Beautiful women use this force
to create life
(childbirth being only one avenue for this birthing)
It also emerges through our art, our work, our words, our ways
our home building, business-building, fund-raising, consciousness raising,
our organizing and administrating,
our generosity, our curiosity,
our peacemaking and our cake baking,
our wound-binding and our child-minding,
our passion released and our voices unleashed,
our coming, our going, our telling, our showing,
our hips, our lips, our trips, and even our slips can be used to create life
for the beautiful woman is a force
and the power fueling her is
none other than the laminin of the universe,
through whom her magnificence is focused like a beam of light
made brilliant and surgical and magical and luminous through
the lens of His broken risen body.
Ugly women are forces as well.
Destructive, soul-sucking, heart-crushing,
mistresses of death
who supplant men’s dreams
with starless wormholes
leading to relentless caverns of insatiable want
and ravenous, greedy demanding dens of darkness and endless gloom.
Here’s the tricky part: ugly women appropriate beauty
as a clever disguise
while beautiful women may be hidden
beneath a surface with small initial appeal
so one has to search
and the lazy heart is likely
to be ensnared by a Medusa
before realizing his mistake.
Like King Herod.
Enraptured by the beautiful mask
artfully worn by his brother’s ugly wife
he allowed his smaller self
to follow her (or lead her) into adultery
and when she lured him even deeper
into her toxic darkness
with her ugly undulating daughter’s unveiled treasures
like a fly he found himself
adhered to her web,
forced to behead God’s man
or eat his own pride
but John’s skull stuck in his throat
and I daresay when Herod faces judgment
he won’t be recalling Salome’s dance
with any sense of allure.
False beauty is like that.
It leaves an after-taste
like cigarettes and stale-beer
a morning-after sense of disgust and shame
sure to receive a million hits
in your mental YouTube
and there’s no escaping an ugly woman’s sticky mess
without washing in the Living Water of Christ.
A beautiful woman
is a fount of living water,
it springs forth from within her
because she’s embraced the source
and she refreshes all she touches
with her bold and generous heart.
When she dances, she is not unveiled.
Her beauty is guarded behind the gates of wisdom,
and it is revealed only to those diligent enough
and brave enough
and patient enough
and loving enough
to be found worthy of witnessing her brilliance and light.
Once a man has witnessed this
he loses his taste for ugly women.
A beautiful woman is a life-force like a super nova.
Be that woman.
Seek that woman.
Leave the ugly women
to perform for the insatiable, lie-loving masses
deluded by the prince of the air
playing deceitful tunes on his pipe and
blowing smoke into the mirrors of the age.
Soon enough, the freak show that it is will be revealed
and there will be weeping, wailing, sorrow
and many hands grasping for an illusion that isn’t there.
But not you.
For you will come to Christ
and you will be a beautiful woman.
And you will come to Christ
and you will seek a woman who has established her beauty
within the very source of all life.
And on that day, you will embrace the beautiful woman at your side
and she will embrace you
and together you will ride off into the Light.
You long to be effective in your faith. You’re facing giants. You’ll want this book. Jesus and the Beanstalk (Overcoming Your Giants and Leading a Fruitful Life)
— Lori Roeleveld (@lorisroeleveld) March 9, 2017