The Psalmist asks "What is man oh God that Thou art mindful of him?"
I have often wondered, when confronted with the awful news of the day, "What is God, oh man that thou art so unmindful of Him?"
A real man?
My father was a real man. He was head of our house. He provided for us and protected us. He could be very stern and harsh sometimes and at times I hated him. He cared about the poor and the disadvantaged. He had been homeless and hungry in his youth so he had empathy. He taught us not to, necessarily, judge a book by it's cover. He believed in God but was not dogmatic about religion.
He enlisted in the Army during WWI when he was 16 years old, served with honor, was wounded and decorated. He was an Air Raid Warden for our neighborhood during WWII.
My husband was a real man! I loved everything about him, good bad and indifferent! We were married 52 years and struggled mightily on and off over many things.
I suspect, given my husband's quiet determination to take care of business as it presented itself, had anyone seriously harmed one of our four daughters, well, it would not have gone unpunished. His motto "Some things are worth dying for!"
My son is a real man! He adored his dad and the feeling was mutual. My son is a strong family man and a honorable person. He has been very nurturing to me since the death of my husband.
I am so blessed with my immediate family and with my sister's family.
I would say that a real man, in my experience, doesn't use force to get his way. A real man shares his strength for the good of others.
What say you?
He had his good qualities and his bad qualities.
I have often wondered, when confronted with the awful news of the day, "What is God, oh man that thou art so unmindful of Him?"
A real man?
My father was a real man. He was head of our house. He provided for us and protected us. He could be very stern and harsh sometimes and at times I hated him. He cared about the poor and the disadvantaged. He had been homeless and hungry in his youth so he had empathy. He taught us not to, necessarily, judge a book by it's cover. He believed in God but was not dogmatic about religion.
He enlisted in the Army during WWI when he was 16 years old, served with honor, was wounded and decorated. He was an Air Raid Warden for our neighborhood during WWII.
My husband was a real man! I loved everything about him, good bad and indifferent! We were married 52 years and struggled mightily on and off over many things.
I suspect, given my husband's quiet determination to take care of business as it presented itself, had anyone seriously harmed one of our four daughters, well, it would not have gone unpunished. His motto "Some things are worth dying for!"
My son is a real man! He adored his dad and the feeling was mutual. My son is a strong family man and a honorable person. He has been very nurturing to me since the death of my husband.
I am so blessed with my immediate family and with my sister's family.
I would say that a real man, in my experience, doesn't use force to get his way. A real man shares his strength for the good of others.
What say you?
He had his good qualities and his bad qualities.