I also cry when my friends die like Jesus did, and at the movie Beaches which if Christ would see it, I’m pretty sure His eyes would well up too. I mean, He weeped over Jerusalem as a mother. I don’t push around my wife, but try to treat her as an equal and honor her as my wife, not as property or some second class vessel. I don’t ridicule gay and lesbians, well, maybe Robert, but it’s not really ridicule so much as my campaign to straighten him out. Yes, when I was younger, next to my toy guns, Star Trek ships, and other manly figurines, I collected Beanie Babies. As a matter of fact, the pride of my collection is the Princess Diana beanie babies, 2nd generation. Recently, during the Royal Wedding, I watched it with my daughter. I hunt with my son (which generally involves, at this moment, shoot a paper target and the occasional stray cat with a bb-gun).
But, at least I’m not a worship leader, right?
Rachel Held Evans has started what is about to be the internet sensation because of this status:
Although, to be honest, my good friend Christian brought it up first.
Anyway, she quotes another blogger, Tyler Clark, who writes, “When you put out a call on Facebook for people verbally attack ‘effeminate anatomically male’ men, I find myself back in high school—shoved against a locker, with the bullies calling me a faggot.”
But, you know, I cannot help but to think of the Apostle Paul who saw meekness and gentleness, when in a time where those things were not considered manly, something of Christ:
Now I, Paul, appeal to you with the gentleness and kindness of Christ–though I realize you think I am timid in person and bold only when I write from far away. (2nd Cor 10.1)
Maybe it’s me, but my anger is not at Mark Driscoll, or the elders of Mars Hill, but at our society which has for a very long time confused manhood with macho bravado. I remember a dear old lady somewhere in my past telling me that a man is not a man because he is 18, married, or the such, but when he accepts his own responsibility. It wasn’t about others things for her, a pastor’s wife who has long since received her rest, but responsibility. I’ve sort of lived by that credo myself. Our society confuses manhood with sex, violence and age.
Don’t be angry at Mark, be angry with ourselves.
Pray for Mark; pray for ourselves.
- Mark Driscoll Is A Bully (scotteriology.wordpress.com)