What was it that made me shift about in my theatre seat at the IMAX?  What was it that created a storm within my spirit for two hours and ten minutes of the newly released continuing space opera, known as the Disney version of Star Wars?

I looked over at my amazing wife and two daughters, each one quite different in temperament and gifting, but each one remarkably capable in God’s Spirit and power.  What makes them beautiful and productive, compared to the spiritually ugly women portrayed in Star Wars?

The answer must be found in True Truth, God’s Word, the Bible.

Look to Genesis.  A very good place to start.  “To the woman (Eve) God said, ‘I will greatly increase your pains in childbearing.  Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.’” (Genesis 3:16)   The curse on women was not some sort of desire to be the partner of a really cool husband.  No.  The curse is the temptation to usurp the headship of God by attempting to usurp the headship of man in the created order.

This curse is the centerpiece of Disney’s version of Star Wars.  This movie is no more our Star Wars than the, forgive the figure of speech, man in the moon.  The ongoing Disney agenda to rape manhood of God’s calling to lead the home, the church, and the nation spiritually, screams in every scene, in every speech, in every action of this miserable motion picture.

Ugly women.  Scene after scene is chocked full of spiritually ugly women doing their utmost for men’s lowest.  They scoff, roll their eyes, cluck their tongues, and interfere with men’s expression of courage and bravery.  And these spiritual bark-barks can’t act their way out of a paper bag.  From the anorexic pseudo-commander who attempts to take Leia’s place, to the roly-poly who steps all over Finn’s lines, they bore their way through this disaster until it is nearly choked to death on their mascara.

All the male leads are hounded by, watched over, ‘controlled’ by a female counterpart.  Struggling Luke is stuck with the even-tempered, all wise Rey, Po is dominated by Lady Anorexia, and poor Finn is saddled with Roly-Poly, who makes a completely unwelcome sexual advance that creates a priceless facial expression on the ex-Storm Trooper.

As in our culture, the women are filling the vacuum left by passive men.  Luke spends the entire movie, except the last ten minutes, bemoaning and whining the past, an absolute negation of God’s call to “forget what’s behind and strain toward what is ahead…” (Ph 3:13-14)   Po is insubordinate, which must be done at times (“We must obey God rather than men!” Acts 5:29), but he jettisons his courage at the apex of the battle.  Finn is simply dogged and upstaged by his uninvited guest.

The only saving grace in this spiritual dead zone is milliseconds of Yoda, some cute birds, Chewy, the Crystal Critters, and R2-D2.  The last ten minutes of the film, Luke’s last stand, is the only piece of celluloid that brought me back to 1977 and the brave-heart of Star Wars.

“Your beauty should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit is of great worth in God’s sight.”  1 Pe 3:3-4

I love spiritually strong women.  Not the sorry, simpering caricatures that populate Disney films, animated and live-action.  I love beautiful women.  And I am not talking about the skin.  I am talking about something much deeper.  Something that busts out, spills over, dazzles, and penetrates to the heart.  Real beauty is rare.  And none of it is found in the recent Disney version of Star Wars, except in a Muppet, a handful of animated critters, and a droid.

Bruce Leibert, MD-3PO

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