There once lived a couple who desperately longed for a child. The lady looked out of the window of her house into a garden and saw a type of vegetable that she immediately longed for. The garden belonged to an enchantress and the man refused to go into it but as his wife cried, he longed to please her and went to pluck the vegetable. The enchantress caught him after he had plucked it a few times and wanted to punish him. The frightened man pleaded and the enchantress agreed to spare his life on the condition that he give her the child his wife will bear.

The man agreed and when his wife gave birth to a beautiful girl, the enchantress appeared and took away the child. She called her Rapunzel, after the herb that the man took from her garden. Rapunzel grew into a beautiful young girl and had hair as beautiful as spun gold. When Rapunzel was twelve years old, the enchantress locked her in a tower and each time she came to visit called out, ‘Rapunzel, let down your hair.’

Quite a fascinating tale.

I found it instructive that Rapunzel had to LET DOWN HER HAIR before the enchantress could see her. So she had to give the woman permission to behold her face.

I compared this scenario to the relationship between a man and a woman. A woman’s virtue is like Rapunzel’s hair. She has to give the man permission before he can have access to her.

That is why rape is such a brutal crime. A woman’s virtue should not be taken by force. Young man, you have to pay the PRICE to get a PRIZED woman.

The price? Bride price of course.

Ladies, treasure your virtue. Only one HIGH PRIEST should have access into the holy of holies. And there shall be no loitering in the outer court. If that man loves you as much as he claims, LET HIM PUT A RING ON IT like the musician said. Don’t fetch your water before you get to the stream.

Virginity is not old fashioned like the world tries to say. It is God’s fashion.

Lady, your virtue is as precious to you as gold.

Treasure it.