The other day one of my daughters asked me at what point God puts a soul in a body. The clear assumption was that there could be space of time between when a body is created and "ensouled."
I had to point out to her that this is a Neoplatonic/gnostic idea completely without Christian provenance. I reminded her that the Apostles' Creed refers to "resurrection of the body," not being turned into Force ghosts.
Right on cue the Scandinavian bishops issued a letter regarding body/soul mis-matching.
This is of course related to the ongoing "trans" phenomenon, which is philosophically (and logically) impossible because it's based on the notion that our personalities and bodies are only tenuously connected. Indeed, the "born in the wrong body" implies that God is a rather inattentive assembly-line worker who pulls body bits, slaps them together and then haphazardly chooses from the "male" or "female" bins, often getting the body-soul combination mixed up.
Setting aside the laughably bad theology, it's logically untenable because of course the only experience we have of the world is in the body into which we are born. A man can no more "know" what it is to be a woman than he can "know" what it is to be a bald eagle.
The guys at the Lord of Spirits podcast like to use as their example of this the question "what is it like to be a bat?" The answer is that we can't know, because we aren't bats. We can imagine what it is like to be human in a bat's body, but we lack any understanding of their senses, perception, and indeed mentality.
Yet in our gnostic age, the best and brightest want to reduce the human brain to a motherboard, swapped out between desktop and laptop platforms as desired. This is done in the name of "freedom," which is always the siren song of temptation offered by evil. Not long ago the phrase was "Do what thou wilt," but the effect is the same – open and self-destructive defiance to God.
The sad truth is that we are imperfect in mind, body and soul. Many of these feelings are not organic to us, rather the result of society declaring that we've failed to measure up, so we'd be better off undergoing mutilation, chemical treatment and – increasingly – just killing ourselves.
How that can be regarded as compassionate is beyond me. People in pain need compassion and love – the kind that lets them know that they don't need radical changes, merely to understand the beauty of who they already are.
Chateau Lloyd 
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