I have been asked several times by readers my thoughts on the potential of women being drafted, since they are now allowed to serve in combat roles in the American military. This is an honest question. This is a question that scares me. I am 5’2 and small boned.
At 32, I am too old to be drafted now, but I have to be honest, the thought of being drafted into war at any age terrifies me.
The thought makes me want to hide behind my husband, push him forward, and say, “He will go for me.” It makes me want to run to Canada or wherever all the pacifists and hippies are escaping to these days. It makes me want to dig a hole in my backyard, and sit in it until “drafting” is over.
Not me. I cannot go to war. I am too small. Too fragile. Way too girly girl. Let the men do it. They are bigger and stronger and tougher. They’ve got this. They don’t need little ole’ me. I will stay home where it is cozy and there are no bombs going off around me.
I will watch things unfold from my couch, on the news. I can’t be shot at or shoot at others. I don’t even know how I feel about guns. I have never even held a gun. I am sort of terrified of “shooting my eye out.” Not me. Let the men do it.
They are bigger and stronger and tougher.
Girls can’t go to war. What sort of savage nation are we living in that sends our daughters off to combat?
But, then again, if there ever is a draft, it would not be girls we are sending in. It would be women and there is no doubt in my mind that God drafts women into His army to do some serious spiritual combat.
If God, who is a good parent, enlists women for war on His enemy, why not a nation?
A week or two ago I was watching women on TV in their late teens and early twenties answer questions about this very subject. They all said with certainty and without an ounce of fear in their tone, that they would have no problem being drafted for combat. They stated that this is the price for gender equality and that they were more than happy to pay it.
Young women these days are soldiers! I was blown away by their bravery. I didn’t think like that at their age. I was at Forever 21 shopping, not thinking about the potential of becoming a literal woman warrior.
But still, I am scared. I don’t want the responsibility. Let the men do it. They are bigger and stronger and tougher. They’ve got this. Right?
As a woman brought up in a first world country, I am well aware that I am privileged, but there is also no way for me to understand the measure of my privilege. I live in a country that is safe most of the time.
We don’t let impostors come in and have their way with us and when a few slip by, we take care of them swiftly. And by “we,” I mean whoever actually does take care of them. All that is to say, I am in my context, and I struggle to understand what it is like to live in a war zone as a civilian.
So I begin to picture me in camouflage, and I find myself in the center of a third world village. Bombs are going off all around me, but I am far from alone. There are men and women who are on my side, doing whatever they need to do.
But my gaze is on a five-year-old child, lost from her mother and dirty from ashes. Her face is numb. She is not scared anymore; she feels nothing. She is used to living in a war zone by now. She was drafted into war. She had no say and she is just a girl. Could I, a grown woman, combat for that child’s freedom?
Yes, I believe I could.
That must be “Mother God” in me. How often we forget that God is not just a Father; She is a Mother too, and She will protect her babies at all cost.
Could it be that I am beginning to see myself in the image of God? Could it be that I too am strong? Could it be that I am ready to pay the price for true gender equality? Could it be that I am ready to “warrior up” despite the costs?
My dear sisters, God is calling us to rise up. We are being drafted into combat. Some of us are called to choose to go into literal combat in the military. Some of us may very well be drafted into combat one day. But I am now speaking in spiritual terms.
No matter what your calling is – business woman, minister, worship leader, teacher, stay-at-home-mama, lawyer, doctor, chef, advocate, judge, farmer, broadcaster, writer, film director, photographer, event planner, CEO, or server. It doesn’t matter; it is time to rise up.
There is a cost for gender equality and the cost is facing our fears and taking responsibility even when it’s hard. We are more educated than we have ever been. We make more money than we have ever made.
We are big and we are strong and we are tough. We’ve got this.
We are soldiers, and the girls and women in this world who are living in physical and spiritual “war zones” are in desperate need for us to rise up and do some serious combat for the sake of gender justice.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” -Isaiah 6:8
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