My God! We didn’t even notice. Whatever World Assembly has no men! Oh, we have males, plenty of males, but we have no men.Walk through any mall, any office building, down the streets of the city, in the local Starbucks or Aeropostale. It will strike you – we have no more men.
Our males are soft, delicate, sensitive. They talk of clothes and hair gel and color coordinating their blue-tooths.
They pout and are easily offended. They are protective – not of God’s glory but of their own image – of what other’s might think – not of the beauty of Christ – but of their own beauty, their own fame, and their own uniqueness.
They are primped. More time has been spent in front of the mirror than in front of God’s throne. They rush to make their salon appointment and while viewing their time in worship as discretionary. My God, we have no men.
How did this happen?
We don’t have to look far. We have spent years getting guys in touch with their emotions. We’ve taught them worship songs that focus on their feelings. We even showed them how to lift their hands and bat their eyes in effeminate praise.
Many of us removed songs from our worship volumes that hinted of warfare or battle.
Even our Bible is neutered. Impotent. Gender neutral.
Will these men lift the shield of faith or sword of Spirit? Will these men fight for their sons and daughters or pout at home till their offspring apologize for making the family look bad.
My God! Please don’t let us be attacked by foreign enemies now.
Our call after 9-11 was not to enlist but – to go shopping! I’m not kidding – on the 12th we were told not to let the terrorists win. Go to the mall, use your credit card, and don’t be afraid.”
We have no men. If they can’t fight for soil how can we expect they will fight for souls? Their soft techniques will be void of battle cry or bloodshed.
There will be no cross, no harsh words, no ultimatum.
There will only be negotiation, trade deals, gentle embraces,
and a latte' after the service.
Give me men to match my mountains,
Give me men to match my plains,
Men with empires in their purpose,
Men with empires in their purpose,
Men with eras in their brains.
