Thursday, 19 May 2011

How men should treat girls

So, me and a guy relation of mine (who prefers not to be named but who is profoundly awesome and insightful for his age) were talking last Sunday. The discussion naturally lead to the world, the people we interact with and relationships. We both observed how broken so many girls are and how many we know who have been hurt or taken advantage of. He then started talking about how guys should treat girls and I was really impressed with his thoughts on the topic. I asked him to write them out for me and, just because he wonderful like that, he did. For the girls reading this, take note. There are guys out there that live up to these standards and they are worth waiting for. Teach these traits to your sons so that the girls of tomorrow will have a better future. For the men, take note. I cannot speak for all women but I think that the traits listed here will change the world for the better if applied. The humble guy who wrote them is a marvel and I really respect him. He's a Christian guy that all the girls gravitate towards. So, take heed and enjoy...

"don't mention me kid, I'm not out to take credit for any of this. The truth is, if people would take a moment and look at the scars in others, their desires, the things they need...these are not difficult to see. i just see.

1. Love is not selfish, if you say you love a girl, her good comes before yours. love without asking anything in return, without taking anything.

2. Dating does not mean you have some sort of claim on a girl. She is not yours! She is her husband's; if you're dating, that is not you yet. You need to treat her like you're taking care of her, protecting her, for someone else. Again, be selfless.

3. Taking advantage of a girl is weak and pathetic. it shows an absolute lack of self-control or love. A man will protect a girl from himself. He will guard her sexuality, understanding that the only person to know her in that way is her husband. A man will wait, and protect the girls around him from the boys that won't.

4. A man studies his woman. He searches after her heart. By heart, I mean who she really is. The way she thinks, what she likes, what food she enjoys, what she believes-- He will strive, in a subtle gentleman's way to find out all the things that make her who she is. I repeat, who she is! Not what she looks like. The process of this has many different strategies, many of which are learned over time, however, the main strategy, and one of the most important is this: a man listens to his woman.

5. A man understands that he needs to listen to his woman, a girl is far more emotionally invested in life than a boy. When she talks, she isn't always wanting an answer, or a solution. More often then not she is just bringing you into her world. A man, not a boy, knows when to just listen-- to be quiet and listen.

6. love languages, if a man cannot at the very least figure out his woman's love language, he is a failure and the dating process should end in the hospital bed that the young woman's real men friends put the pathetic boy in. There are several love languages (my mother's is quality time) men will figure it out. All one has to do is be a student of women. Not that hard.

7. Being a gentleman is important. By important, I mean that if a man is not a gentleman he is not fit to date, or be seen with, or talk to.....ever. some genuine traits that separate the men from the boys are simple things such as, OPENING THE DOOR! This is a big one, a man opens the door for girls, any girls, everywhere, cars, churches, barns, and bars. (if he takes you to the last one he needs to reevaluate his mental stability, pubs are good, bars are bad.) a gentleman is a good host, is aware and willing to serve the women around him. a gentleman does everything he can, in a refined way, to preserve the health, safety, and well being of the women in his life at all times, at the expense of himself. the list goes on and on, with many more subtle points and tangents, but if every guy would start with these three I would never have another girl crush on me ever again.

8. A man understands that a girl has an innate desire to be affirmed. He does this without taking advantage of her in any way. He loves her in a proper way, and in context of the relationship, affirms her within the confines of the relationship, again, putting the girls true needs first. He gives and sacrifices.

9. A girl/woman is a treasure. precious beyond the imagination of any but God. she needs to be respected as such. Protected by men.  A man considers it his responsibility to protect all the girls around him. He demands that the other males around him treat woman properly. If they don't, a real man will fight for a woman, and i mean fight. blood sweat and tears. "

This is the end of the list as he wrote it. I personally was very impressed by it (girls, comment and let me know if you thought the same!). I know there are ladies out there who don't like to be "protected" because they feel fully capable of protecting themselves, opening doors et. Guys know that women are strong and capable, but it is an honour for real men to live out the role that they have. Let them be men! In the very least, I can't think of a single woman who would want their man to be discourteous, disrespectful and to ignore her. Listen to these words. Guys, I dare you to try these things. Let's see if it doesn't bring a change to the world. Girls, this was written by a guy that I know lives by these things as far as he can... they do exist. These things are not rocket science but rather simple observations, but as such people forget these things all over the world. We live surrounded by brokeness, so let's help each other to encourage men to live well and for women not to put up with substandard treatment. Let's make a change.

Stay tuned for an edition on how girls should treat men.

Saturday, 7 May 2011

I knew he loved her better: a tragic poem about Rachel and Leah

As children we played together, sweet maidens, sisters two
Laughing at our secrets, gently playing as we knew
father came and bade me work
I saw him as I went
he kissed sweet Rachel's brow
like she was heaven sent
            And I knew he loved her better, he loved her better that I knew
            I knew he loved her better, that I would never do.

As women I stayed in the house, Rachel with the sheep
how free and beautiful she looked-- I so plain, unseen
Father's nephew came, alas!
My heart gave a thrilling twirl
His eyes saw not my yearning heart
but the younger, prettier girl
            I knew he loved her better, in the depths of my heart
            I knew he loved her better, at that moment in the start


Seven years handsome Jacob laboured
His wage to be Rachel, whom he favoured
 The time had passed so fast. His love propelled him on
But father had a scheme
In the dead of night I came to Jacob in her place,
my heart could only dream
           I hoped he loved me better, one night of blissful wed
           I thought he loved me better... but in the morning, in our bed
                      he looked upon me with dread...
                            in anger he said...

It was Rachel he desired, for whom he loved so dearly
my father said I must marry first, tradition said so clearly
They agreed upon another seven years
such a short time to be his only bride
but my weak eyes could not allure him
with pain I realized
              My husband loved her better, I the wife, unloved
              My husband loved her better, I was not enough

The time came too fast, when he and Rachel united
I was not the favorite, I was simply slighted
God had mercy on me then
I bore him a son
I thought this would gain affection
but still he favoured one

Again a son, Again a son
Why could his heart not be won?
Rachel's womb was barren now
I was producing heirs
His heart was still entangled
with the likes of hers

Rachel grew in jealousy
she wanted a child, to bear like me
she offered her servant, I offered mine
it became a game
so many children
with so many names
             But I knew he loved her better, I was bitter and undone
             I knew he loved her better, my sister had won

When at last she held her own child to her breast
It was evident to me that Jacob liked him best.
As the years passed on and on
many events occured
but even though I was there
his love for Rachel never blurred.

And when she died giving birth to a second
our love for each other was hardly mended
The strain of love and hate, and pain
as children did or did not come
In the end it was all vain
had one or another really won?

            I knew he loved her better
            Always that I knew
            They always loved her better
            I bitter, through and through.

Friday, 6 May 2011

He held the dead girl's hand

Wailing, mourning.
so young, so precious
a sweet little girl faded like a wisp of vapour
from life to death
tears, tears, tears
a mother torn with the fiercest of heartbreak
crushed and breathless as she sees her beloved child
so loved. so cherished.
Now no more.
Hopes left unlived.
songs left unsung.
a small, quiet voice of childhood innocence... gone

The daddy is a ruler.
He has power and control.
He fixes things
He always fixes things
but as the light fades from his child's cheeks
he knows this is not within his power.
man cannot fight his own mortality
and he could not defeat his daughter's.

He stands. Still. Forced to present the appearance of strength.
remembering his little girl, so tenderly adored.
He leaves as the others mourn
His daughter is dead

and yet he's heard...

It might not be possible...

but there is a man not far
                      A man of miracles

                                  A teacher with power.

With anguish he hurries, his men close behind.
There is a large crowd.
He knows he must find the teacher.
As he sees him, his heart is burdened with sorrow and doubt
but as his eyes meet the teacher's
a glimer of trust
of hope
of faith arises tenderly
so small, but growing stronger
 
As the teacher finishes talking
the ruler finds himself humbled upon his knees
his men are dumbfounded!
What teacher is this? So simply clad, not even a horse on which to ride?
The ruler so finely attired in the dust, on his knees, practically begging!

"My daughter has just died" the father says, the words so painful and so dreaded that his lips can barely speak. Yet, he finds that the teacher creates in him a hope beyond what is possible.
"But, come and lay your hand on her, and she will live." This sounds so impossible as the words escape his lips, and yet he finds that his heart believes what he has spoken.

His men think he is mad.
He looks like a fool.
His garments are dirty.
He is at the foot of a stranger.

Yet, the teacher rises and follows the father as the crowd eagerly whispers
On their way a woman is healed.
"Take heart, daughter, for your faith has made you well."
the teacher says to her
as she touched his robes with faith
by his power
she was healed!

Would that the father's own daughter could have touched his cloak
her breath is no more
yet, the father has hope

They reach the ruler's home
the mourning is apparent
so fresh, so strong
like a heavy cloud of bitterness and sorrow.
Flutes play a mournful tune.
The crowd sobs.

"Go away, for the girl is not dead but sleeping" the teacher says.
The crowd laughs.
the ruler looks like a fool for who he's brought
his men look at each other
they know what the dead look like
and this child is dead.
What sort of teacher cannot tell sleep from death?

Yet, the father hopes. He believes that this singular man can do the impossible.
They send the crowd outside. The mother looks at the teacher as her tear-drenched eyes beg that something be done for her loved little one.

The teacher comes into the death-soaked room.
humid from the tears and wailing.
He comes to the child.
cold and lifeless
and he takes her hand into his own

           he takes her hand into his own

  A tender, gentle, powerful hand cupped over a weak, small and lifeless one

The father and mother don't breathe or speak.
They hope.
They trust.
They dare to believe.

Their beloved child
chest unmoving
suddenly gasps for air!

                 Summoned from the chains of death back to life
                                her eyes open, she sits up
the tamer of death is victorious!

Unknown and inexpressible the joy and wonder
death to life
a girl revived
the Lord of life glorified
The only man able to fight mortality
Bringing the dead to life
before he died and defeated his own death
          defeated his own death
                    defeated his own death


His name is Jesus.
With tenderness He brings the dead to life
He holds my hand, he holds my hand
and with a mercy I can't understand
He fights death for me
and gave his life for me

I once was lost but now I see


Based on Matthew 9:18-26