Throughout the years, as I have grown into a man, married and had children, I have noticed a disturbing trend. This trend, to be completely frank about it, is feminist geared and straight from the pits of hell. I have noticed:
- Men are being neutered
- Men are being persecuted by the woman who, in this society has the power and gumption to take on anyone and not stop until they have achieved their goals.
- Fathers are being fazed out.
- Husbands are being forced to be sit down and be quiet while the wife goes to work, leads the church and runs for gov’t.
- Men are being told, ‘We don’t even need your sperm anymore’.
What is a man supposed to do? God has clear commandments for us to follow and society has made it nearly impossible to do so. What are we supposed to do? This page will attempt through the Holy Spirit to guide us, instruct us and encourage us to be the men God has destined us to be. This won’t be about using chainsaws, swigging back beer and growing a great big beard, it will be about following Christ’s example, and treating those around us the way THE MAN of men did. He is our hero, our champion, let us follow in His gigantic footsteps, shall we?
“My main ambition in life is to be on the devil’s most wanted list.”
December 3, 2010
Men, are you taking care of your homes? I know you are good at taking care of your employees, stocks and such, but what about home? What about your children and wife?
John MacArthur does a wonderful sermon on this very subject. To listen to it, click HERE
To download this sermon in MP3, click HERE
Where are all the men? They are being neutered by feminism, the environment and the fact that their daddies are letting them down.
March 18th, 2011
Reconciliation with a Hardened Wife
If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Romans 12:18
How are you doing, husband? Is your wife considering separation, or worse, are you already separated? How are you handling it? Are you angry? Were you shocked? Do you feel like you have just awakened from a long sleep, and now find yourself becoming an intensely spiritual man? Would you like to win your wife back and restore your family?
I cannot promise that all who read this article and follow its recommendations will see their family restored, but I do believe that it presents the best biblical recommendations for a man abandoned by his wife. May all who read the following find its eternal benefits.
Husbands, for your information
When a woman first seriously considers divorce she usually isn’t thinking about the theological implications of her desires – all she knows is that she feels like she has to get away from her husband. She doesn’t arrive at this state of desperation by a process of calm deduction. She is simply reacting to the feeling that she “can’t take anymore.” Her departure is typically a sign that she has hardened her heart towards the man to whom she once entrusted it. Likely, she has been hurt over and over, and finally decided she will tolerate no more emotional pain. Her leaving may have been an attempt to coerce her husband to change, but more often it has been a desperate effort to survive. She sincerely believes that she cannot endure anymore heartache, so she has reached out and grabbed onto the separation like a drowning swimmer clings to a life ring.
One of the reasons she became so weak, and finally, unwilling to go on, was that whenever she became hurt, she also became angry. As time progressed, the hurts mounted up and the less she felt able to endure. She inadvertently was doing what Christians are warned not to do, and was letting the sun go down on her anger (Eph 4:26), which grew into bitterness, which ultimately defiled her (Heb 12:15). In a final act of self defense, she hardened her heart so that it would no longer be vulnerable to pain. This wall around her heart seemed to give her the courage to emotionally cut herself off from her husband…to read more men, click HERE
How a Man Demeans Himself
“Gentlemen, nothing in God’s word says you are to degrade your wife, to belittle or to force her into submission to your ideas or opinions. You are to lead by presenting a godly example. Yes, you are to make decisions and they should never demean your wife. If you do you sin against her and also against God. You should never make her the blunt of jokes and always show her a proper and gentlemanly respect. A man who does put his wife down degrades himself. It shows he has no real understanding of the roles of marriage. If he does not respect his wife he will not respect other also. The result will be that he will be a poor husband and leader.”
The Burden of a Daddy
What does it mean to be a Dad?
When one thinks about burdens and responsibilities, what comes to your mind? Perhaps a world leader such as the President? A CEO of a large company? A hockey goalie standing tall in triple overtime in game seven of the Stanley Cup Playoffs? How about a Dad?
Think about what it means to be a Dad…
- Leader: He is called upon to be the guiding force of the family. Now I am talking strictly from a godly point of view, not a humanistic one. He has the burden and responsibility to lead his family from one day to the next. He is responsible for not making mistakes even though he most assuredly will. He knows that any mistake might have disastrous consequences and can set in motion a chain of events that can have eternal implications.
- Daddy: What does it mean to be a Daddy? To be that guy who stands out from the crowd to his children? Than larger than life image of strength, love and guidance? The one who attends all tea parties, baseball games, concerts and those dinners when the children cook the meal and you’re never sure what’s being made back there. This is just part of being Daddy.
- Provider: He knows that it takes money to feed, clothe and house children. And especially when he has boys, he knows they will eat a lot of food. He shoulders the burden of making enough money to supply their needs, no matter what they might end up being. He will do anything to make sure they are cared for. He knows full well their worth and would do anything for them.
- Disciplinarian: He knows that from time to time, his children will need to be disciplined. They will make mistakes and take short cuts and end up hurting themselves and others around them, they will need to be punished for their lack of respect, love or caring. He must decide what methods and steps are adequate and appropriate for each child. There is no set formula for children for each child is unique and comes with his or her own special idiosyncrasies. To treat each child the same in every situation would be betraying their God given differences. He knows full well that a child that is undisciplined is a terrible burden and a shame to a family, so he knows that discipline is very important to train the child to be an adult and not just a grown up child.
- Protector: In this day and age there is so much that Daddy must protect his children from. Not only are there physical dangers but mental, emotional and spiritual ones as well. He knows that the enemy stalks his children at every turn and waits for the opportunity to strike. Whether he strikes quickly or slowly over time, he sits crouched at the door and waits for Daddy to lower his guard. At no other time in history is there been such a concentrated attack on the children. The enemy wants them and knows that if he encounters Dads who are unaware or indifferent to his tactics, any attempts on his children will be met with little or no resistance whatsoever.
- Priest: As Jesus Christ is our High Priest and Advocate, so is Dad. He represents his family to God. He advocates to Jesus Christ on behalf of his family. He goes to God with his family’s needs and needs to know the great importance of spending his time doing so on his knees. He battles the forces of darkness for his family and leads them through this valley of darkness we call life. He is the spiritual light of the family. If Dad isn’t praying, studying God’s word and representing Jesus to his family, that light will be dim, if not non existent altogether.
- Example: What examples are your children viewing? Who are their heroes, Dad? Who do they look up to? Do they see you as a stiff and unemotional cardboard cut out? Or do they see a giant of morality? Do they see someone who can get down on the ground and get dirty with his kids? Do they see someone who does what’s right even if it means suffering terrible consequences? Do they see someone who would give his life for a stranger? Someone who would run into a burning building rather than running away from it? Who are you to your children, Dads?
- Human being: lastly, this category lines up with the one above. Who are you? Have your children ever seen you cry? Admit wrong? Apologize? Be afraid? On your knees before God? Can you allow yourself to be brought to their level? Or does your pride prevent you from being a human being to your children? Children don’t want money, a big house, vacations, stuff…they want a Dad. Someone who is human, imperfect, sometimes unsure, but human and humble enough to admit it. They want someone who will take time out to talk to them, visit with them, watch them, help them…be their friend. In the last week, Dads, how many hours have you spent talking to your children? Not just half listening while you read the paper or watch sports, but actually sitting down with no distractions and consciously listening to what they have to say and taking as much time as is necessary to listen? As you are to them, chances are they will be to their children one day. Think about that for a minute and go to your children and give them everything. Some of us can’t. If you can…then GO!
April 5, 2011
Dad, I Just Want You
This story originally taken from Stories For a Dad’s Heart, compiled by Alice GrayWhen I was a little boy I never left the house without kissing my parents good-bye. I liked kissing my mother because her cheek felt mushy and warm, and because she smelled of peppermints. I liked kissing my father because he felt rough and whiskery and smelled of cigars and witch hazel.
About the time I was ten years old, I came to the conclusion that I was now too big to kiss my father. A mother, OK. But with a father, a big boy should shake hands–man to man, you see.
He didn’t seem to notice the difference or to mind it. Anyway, he never said anything about it. But then he never said much about anything except his business.
In retrospect, I guess it was also my way of getting even with him. Up until then I had always felt I was something special to him. Every day, he would come home from that mysterious world of his with a wondrous treat, just for me. It might be a miniature baseball bat, engraved with Babe Ruth’s signature. It might be a real honeycomb with waffle like squares soaked in honey. Or it might be exotic rahat, the delectable, jellied Turkish candies, buried in powdered sugar and crowded into a little wooden crate.
How I looked forward to his coming home each night! The door flung open and there he stood. I would run to him, hug him while he lifted me high in his arms.
I reached the peak the day of my seventh birthday. I woke up before anyone else in my family and tiptoed into the dining room. There, on the heavy mahogany table , was a small, square wrist watch, with a brown leather strap, stretched out full length in a black, velvet box. Could it really be for me? I picked it up and held it to my ear. It ticked! Not a toy watch from the five and dime, but a real watch like grown ups wore. I ran into his bedroom, woke up my father and covered him with kisses. Could any boy possibly be as happy as me?
Later, it began to change. At first, I wasn’t aware it was happening, I suppose I was too busy with school and play and having to make new friends all the time (We moved every two years, always seeking a lower rent).
The flow of treats dried up. No more bats or honeycombs. My father gradually disappeared from my life. He would come home with his hands empty. I missed him very much, but I was afraid to say anything. I hoped he would come back to me as strangely as he had left. Anyhow, big boys weren’t supposed to long for their fathers.
Years after he died, my mother talked about how the Depression had “taken the life out of him”. It had crushed his dream of being a “big man”. He no longer had money for treats. He no longer had time for me.
I am sorry now. I look at his picture and his crinkly hazel eyes and wish he were here today. I would tell him what is happening with me now and talk about things that he might like to hear–politics, foreign events and how business is doing. And I would put my arms around his neck and say, “Pop, you don’t have to bring me anything–just come home early.”
And I would kiss him.