I was reading some blogs this evening, and ended up following the link to to Mars Hill Church's sermon after the blogger wrote, "I needed to get yelled at today".
Clint listens to Mark Driscoll regularly, so I thought I'd keep blog surfing while I had the Marriage and Men sermon come through my speakers. It's an hour long and within 10 minutes, I sat back in my chair and gave it my undivided attention. By the time he hit the 45 minute mark I was bawling, aching for my sons to be the type of men who honor their wives:
1. Honor her maritally. Take a wife honorably. Establish right priorities, and be a one woman man–absolutely faithful to your wife.
2. Honor her physically. Be strong for your wife, not against her. Be protective of her and present with her.
3. Honor her emotionally. Be emotionally present and intimate. Take her on dates.
4. Honor her verbally. Speak honorably to her. Speak honorably of her, when she is present and absent.
5. Honor her financially. Provide for the financial needs of your family, organize your budget, and be generous towards your wife.
6. Honor her practically. Consider her needs and how you can serve her.
7. Honor her parentally. Be “Pastor Dad” by shepherding your children (praying with them, teaching them about Jesus, reading the Bible with them, etc.).
8. Honor her spiritually. You initiate and lead prayer, Bible, chats, church attendance, etc. Take responsibility for your church.
So very much of how a young man turns out is dependant on his father.
Mark gets worked up at the end of his sermon, using harsh language and a loud outdoor voice to speak bold truths to men who have failed to be honorable men. He had me squirming in my seat, and I don't even have those male bits and pieces in my pants.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Celebration dinner at the Keg tonight. Yay. Happy Birthday Jule and Mandi. AND congrats Mandi on finishing school on Friday.
2. Exra-strength Tylenol dulls the residual pain from all that messing around in my mouth last Tuesday.
3. Watched a blue jay peck at my kitchen sink window screen, tearing a hole in it and removing strands with his beak to use for a nest.