Today’s scripture from Ephesians tells us how to serve one
another. It all starts in Ephesians 5:21, Be
subject to one another out of reverence for Christ. Some translations say
submit, the root meaning is to put others above yourself. Thinking of others
before yourself. Wives, to the husbands, and husbands, submit by loving your
wives. As Christ loved the church, by offering himself. Notice, there is just a
single line for the wives, but Paul writes almost a whole paragraph for the
husbands.
Let’s face it, it’s because men and women are different. Most
of the time women are pretty in touch with their emotional side, and men are
often clueless. Sometimes its hard to share.
Usually a man comes home from his job and tells his wife he
had a frustrating day at work.
His wife often will say something like, "Ahhhhh, tell me all about your day honey,".
The husband looks at her and says, "Well.. I just did."
His wife often will say something like, "Ahhhhh, tell me all about your day honey,".
The husband looks at her and says, "Well.. I just did."
Sometimes men are a little thick, so Paul tells husbands here
in an intimate way how to a husband is to love his wife. Look at Ephesians
5:29. For no man ever hates his own
flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, as Christ does the church. How are
husbands to show their love to their wives? By nourishing and cherishing
them. Now the original Greek words here
are really interesting. Nourishing comes from the Greek word Ektrepho,
which means to nurture, to bring up with loving care to maturity. It doesn’t
mean to nourish in a physical sense with food or drink, it means to do those
things which helps your partner to grow and be well in their inner life. Their
emotional life, their spiritual life. It means to be their emotional and
spiritual partner in the struggles and joys of life. To take care of them, to
nurture. It means not to tear them down emotionally when they make a mistake.
Or point out their flaws on a continual basis. No, just the opposite. It’s
telling them how beautiful they are, even when they did not have time to put on
their make up. It’s letting them know how amazing they are as a loving mother
to their children.
Next is the word cherish, which is translated from the Greek
word Thalpo. Thalpo means literally
to warm up, to keep warm. Here it means to cherish with tender love, to foster
tender loving care. Paul is saying, keep
the love in your relationship. Warm it up, keep it warm. Often times in the day
to day work and problems of life we tend to become complacent. We often take
for granted those who mean the most to us. Love can often grow cold. Many
times, if you ask someone going through a divorce the thing that started it is,
they just were not in love anymore. They grew apart. But real love, lasting
love is a verb. True lasting love is not just a feeling; it’s an act of the
will. In a long lasting relationship,
you can’t just expect the oozy feelings to be there without some work. So Paul
tells us men, Warm it up! Keep it warm. Foster tender loving care. Tell her
that you love her. Be romantic. Hug. Cuddle. Do the things that foster the
feelings. Show your appreciation and love by action, and you’ll once again be
feeling the attraction. Unresolved and hidden resentment destroy your
connection and chilling a relationship only lead to isolation and loneliness.
Barbara Walters, did a story on
gender roles in Kabul, Afghanistan several years before the Afghan conflict. She noted that women
customarily walked five paces behind their husbands.
She recently returned toKabul and observed that women still walk behind their husbands. From
Ms.Walters' vantage point, despite the overthrow of the oppressive Taliban
regime, the women now seem to walk even further back behind their husbands, and
are happy to maintain the old custom.
Ms. Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked, 'Why do you now seem happy with an old custom that you once tried so desperately to change?'
The woman looked Miss Walters straight in the eyes, and without hesitation said, 'Land Mines.'
She recently returned to
Ms. Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked, 'Why do you now seem happy with an old custom that you once tried so desperately to change?'
The woman looked Miss Walters straight in the eyes, and without hesitation said, 'Land Mines.'
Husbands, love your wife with the verb, love. For no man ever
hates his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, as Christ does the church.
Paul also talks to children, Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. "Honor
your father and mother" (this is the first commandment with a promise),
"that it may be well with you and that you may live long on the earth.".
How do you honor your father and mother? Obedience? Because having a rebellious child, breaks the
heart of a mother. I was a rebellious youth. One of the worst memories I ever
had was telling my mother I had got in trouble with the law when I was a teenager.
To see her face, just drop in sadness. It’s that way with all mothers, they
want the best for their children. And when they rebel, even if its not that
serious, It brings them so much sorrow. Sorrow of concern, out of love.
Lastly there is another way to honor our mother. By honoring
their memory.
Anna Jarvis of Philadelphia started Mother's Day celebration On May 12, 1907 , two
years after her mother's death, Anna held a memorial to her mother and
thereafter embarked upon a campaign to make "Mother's Day" a
recognized holiday. She succeeded in making this nationally recognized in 1914.
But it is little known that Anna Jarvis also filed a lawsuit in an effort to stop the over-
commercialization of Mother's Day. She and her sister Ellsinore spent their
family inheritance campaigning against what the holiday had become. She lost her fight. Anna had hoped
for a day of reflection and quiet prayer by families, thanking God for all that
mothers had done.
Today, let’s not forget our mother’s who have gone as well. Take
time to reflect.
You know my mom used
to make this horrid soup, that I hated as a child. Salmon soup. It was a
chowder, really made of salmon and milk or cream. Boy I hated it. I used to sit
there and just stare at the little pieces of salmon with the skin still on it
bobbing in the bowl. Mom died in the 80s of cancer. And after all these years,
boy what I would give, just to have one more bowl of her salmon soup.
Today is a day to celebrate and to honor our mothers. And a
day to make love a verb. Let’s Pray.
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