Yesterday I was the victim of a home invasion.
Heather invited several ladies from GT over for a night of testosterone-deprivation. They brought finger-foods. Cheese plates. Brownies. Punch. Fruit trays. And they sat down in the family room to watch something horrible for 3 hours. Let me put it this way: they watched something I’m confident Spike TV will NEVER broadcast.
Nahum & I weren’t going to hang around. We were outnumbered and out-gunned. So we decided to split and do something many together.
Split an order of wings (and burped and laughed).
Drank Dr. Pepper (we burped some more).
Watched KungFu Panda (we laughed our fool heads off).
I love my son. It was good to spend some time with him, doing manly things.
I love my wife. It was good to give her the space to watch Anne of Green Gables (and the sequel) with her friends. I am happy when I can see her enjoying herself, and when I can bless her with the little things (like help her get ready for a movie night I wouldn’t be caught dead watching) to bless her.
What does it mean to be manly? If you’re married it means to live in such a way that your wife can trust you, respect you, and love you with everything she’s got. What does it take to reach such a level of manliness?
It means that you love your wife and think of her before you think of yourself. It means you seek to meet her needs before you meet your own. It means that once in a while, you pick up the vacuum and the dishcloth and give her a break. Manliness has little to do with chest hair and martial arts moves, and lots to do with serving like Jesus Christ.
It means you step up and get involved in the life of your family. It means not only do you teach your son to eat chicken wings and burp the alphabet…it means you show him how to take care of the woman you promised your life to when you said, ‘I do.’