About 50 percent of our readers are guys. But, given the title above, 75 percent of our readers are now gals.
If one thing characterizes guys today, it’s that we are tired. Do I hear an amen? I’ve just come through a nine-day week. I have a book due at the publishers Wednesday. A magazine due Thursday. A daughter due Friday. She has the Egyptian flu. She’s gonna be a mommy. Reminds me of the three expectant guys who nervously sat in the waiting room in the old days before guys were allowed to faint in the delivery room. A nurse arrived. “Your wife has given birth to twins!” she informed the first guy. “Woohoo!” he yelled. “I pitch for the Minnesota Twins!” Minutes later she returned. “You have triplets!” she informed the second man. “Oya!” he yelled. “I work for the 3M Company!” The third guy ran to the door. “What’s the matter?” called one of the others. “I work for Motel 6!” he yelled. “I’m outta here!”
Back in fourth grade, Mr. Kowalski handed out little forms giving us an option: Are you M or F? It was up to me. Those who ticked “F” were destined to spend gym class prancing around trying to look interested in basketball. Those who selected “M” could ram Steve Enns into the end wall while he attempted a lay-up. The decision was easy.
But I had no idea how much work it would be. A famous preacher spoke about this at a men’s event, but I can’t remember what he said. I fell asleep while he was talking.
Jesus promised that if we come to him, he will give us rest. At times I’d like a little more of that rest. Projects and prestige become more important than my relationships with Jesus and those he has put into my life. So I ask my wife, my children, a friend, “Am I too busy?” If they say, “Duh…yes,” we talk about what I could hack from my schedule. Micah 6:8 says, “What does the Lord require of you? That you act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God.” This is not a sprint; let’s be in it for the long haul.
Now I better go support a friend of mine. His wife is about to give birth. He’s a little on edge. The guy works for Super 8.
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