Men: We Dropped the Ball

Since it’s International Women’s Day, I’d like to start by apologizing to all of the women on planet earth.

As a man, I can say with certainty that we collectively, as men, have dropped the ball. “Failed,” is another way to put it, but that sounds so harsh and final. At least with the whole “dropping the ball” phrase, there is a chance that we might one day stoop and pick that ball back up and fix our current mess.

We dropped the ball in the Garden of Eden when we didn’t say something like, “Hey, Eve, my love, I’m pretty certain that we aren’t supposed to eat from that tree. Instead, how about we go laugh at the Zebras again, yeah?” or something like that.

We dropped the ball when we started chasing bigger and better things for you instead of more quality time and interest in you.

We dropped the ball when we made your bodies the definition of beauty.

We dropped the ball when we put expectations of physical perfection on you that no one could possibly fulfill.

We dropped the ball when we made you baby making machines instead of co-heirs of the grace of God and esteemed gifts from his hand.

We dropped the ball when we didn’t grow old with you but remained boys who desired to chase other younger women.

We dropped the ball when we made the conscious decision to spend every single Sunday afternoon sitting on our couch yelling at a bunch of boys in helmets and shoulder pads instead of making sure that you were emotionally, physically, and spiritually ready for another week.

We dropped the ball when we pushed you towards fear instead of towards Christ when times of trouble came.

We dropped the ball when we pridefully refused to apologize.

We dropped the ball when we didn’t listen to you.

Should I go on?

Dear reader, if you are a man, can you honestly grab a sign and whole-heartedly jump in the Women’s Day activities without feeling a tiny splinter of guilt stabbing you in your soul? Put another way, I can’t fully celebrate with my other fellow Washingtonians, that an ex-Washington Huskie, John Ross ran a 4.22 on his 40-yard dash and broke the previous combine record. Why not? Because I don’t watch football anymore, and I had never even heard of that man before he broke the record last week. You can’t truly, from the gut, cheer for something that you only mildly care about.

Here’s the point: if you want to get excited about women and championing their success, education, protection, and well-being, then you can’t just re-tweet a bunch of things today and then go back to hating, abusing, or ignoring your wife, daughter, girlfriend, grandmother, or sibling, tomorrow. You can’t.

“Do not rebuke an older man but encourage him as you would a father, younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, younger women as sisters, in all purity.” 1 Timothy 5:2

Or as Jesus said,

“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” John 13:34&35

What does it look like for you to love -as Jesus did- the women in your life today? What about tomorrow?

Until next time, lose your life!

Also, thank you so much to everyone who has donated to help make publishing my first book possible! We’re still not up to our goal, though, so if you’d like to help chip in, my wife and I would appreciate it! Thank you, again to everyone who has already given, we are so excited about seeing the book become a published reality.

https://www.gofundme.com/flirtingwithhell

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  1. Thank you for the acknowledgement in this post. As true as it is, it goes both ways at times. But at least you know the way to a women’s heart and understand our needs. Despite how hopeless it seems, I know the good guys are still out there 🙂

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