Normal has become so relative in the recent days. Normal is defined by statistics, with statistics flowing, changing, growing, shrinking, and evolving. Minorities become defined as normal, contrary to the statistics. I don’t understand.
I suddenly find I am not “normal,” as most would describe. I am part of a minority, lacking sexual attraction. No I am not alone in it, and I do not derive my identity from this. I am a child of God, leaning on Him in my sexuality (or lack thereof). I have thoughts not dwelling in the minds of the Majority, aberrant from the inborn desire to live. I am Abnormal. I live differently from so many, yet know so many who share similar thoughts. Lines across arms, legs, subconscious evaluations of the quickest Exit, thoughts grasping minds in the Dark. Condemnations arising from the Normals, condescendingly staring me down. My identity does not lie in the labels assigned me. My identity is in my salvation. It is in my flaws, my weaknesses, my failures, my shortcomings, my poverty. It comes from the One who fills those gaping fractures of my being. I am Abnormal. For Him.
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” ~Romans 12:2