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Thursday, May 28, 2020

Be a Man



Be a man, they said. Work out at the gym.
Build some biceps. Build some shoulders. Build your chest.
Get some abs. Work your thighs. Show them off.
Be stronger than the other men. Impress the women.
Be muscular. Don’t be too muscular. Eat more. Eat less.
Gain weight. Lose weight. You’re too skinny. You’re too fat.
Get bigger; but not too big. You’re too short. Women like tall men.
You’re a growing boy. Eat your meat. Eat your vegetables.
You want to grow big and strong, don’t you?

Be a man, they said. Know what you want. Get what you want.
Be assertive. Be aggressive. Show them who’s boss.
Don’t be a bully. Don’t pull punches.
Don’t let anyone walk all over you. Don’t walk all over anyone.
Stand up for yourself. Stand up for others.
Don’t fight back. True strength is found in restraint.
Don’t back down. Don’t be weak. Stand your ground.
Be an alpha. Be superior. Be dominant. Women like men who are dominant.
Be kind. Be self-giving. Be sensitive. Don’t be too sensitive.
Don’t show your emotions. Don’t cry.
Men don’t cry. Crying is a sign of weakness.
Be emotionally intelligent. Understand your feelings.
Don’t get too emotional. Emotions cloud your judgment.
Emotions are sissy. Don’t be sissy.

Be a man, they said. Be confident. Make the first move.
Start a conversation. Carry a conversation.
Don’t hit on her. Ask her out. Don’t be creepy. Let yourself be known.
Be transparent. Be mysterious. Be authentic. Be the best version of yourself.
Be passionate. Be ambitious. Be smart and witty.
Be a good listener. Don’t try to fix her problems. Not everyone needs saving.
Be her savior, her knight in shining armor.
Be a good man. Be a bad boy. Be nice, but don’t be a nice guy.
Be caring. Don’t care so much. Don’t try too hard.
Be perfect. Be relatable. Be charismatic. Be vulnerable.
Play hard to get. Make her fall in love with you. Make her work for it.
Be pure. Be dirty. Save your virginity. Be sexually active.
Be experienced. Be the man of her dreams.

Be a man, they said. Play more sports. Read more books.
Be active. Sit still. Why can’t you behave as well as your sister?
Don’t sit like that; it’s sissy; it’s perverted; it’s uncivilized.
Don’t stand like that. Don’t slouch. Take up space. Be a leader.
Work hard. Be the breadwinner. You’ll make a good husband someday.
Be her provider. Be her protector. Be her lover. That’s a man’s job.
Be a businessman. Be a family man.
Don’t play games. Do something more worthwhile with your time.
Grow up. Work in your father’s company. Start your own company.
Get a job. Get a degree. Get a doctorate.
Don’t have so much free time. Don’t be too busy.
Don’t stay too long in the office. Don’t stay too long at home.
Be a handyman. Be creative. Just don’t be an artist,
Cuz they don’t make any money.

Just be a man, they said.

Yes, sir. Yes, ma’am. I’ll be a man.
I’ll work my body for its health and for my discipline,
for my body is a means, not an end unto itself.
I’ll be strong yet sensitive, firm yet not unkind,
Ambitious yet practical, assertive yet merciful.
I’ll have emotions under control,
Desires without neediness.
I’ll have confidence in my giving;
Even the giving of myself, for that is loving.
I’ll start the conversation and I’ll learn to carry it.
I’ll learn about you and you’ll learn about me.
I’ll read more books and make the most of my mind.
I’ll explore the world in which I reside.
I’ll be the one who provides for my family.
I’ll protect them and lead them and earn their love for me.
I won’t stay too long in the office; I won’t stay too long at home.
For my family needs a man, and my calling needs the called.
Yes, such a difficult task;
So much of me to ask.
Surely I can’t fulfill them all to be
Whom you want me to be.
Yet I choose to take this path, not for you or for society.
I choose this path because of who I am, and whom I’m meant to be.
I choose this responsibility, though the strength I may not have.
I choose to step up to the plate.
I choose to be a man.

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Penance



The wicked go not unpunished
For every evil has a judgment.
Justice must be served,
And that seems my only hope.
What redemption is there for me?
What penance must I pay?
If there is ever a thing that can right the wrongs
I would do it.

What if I don’t want forgiveness?
What if pardon is not the answer?
What if the only thing that can put my soul to rest
Is the payment of my debt?
And not just this one, but the millions before
And the millions to come?

Tell me, you Christians,
From where comes your peace?
How can you rest in your beds
While the Innocent pays for your crimes?
What laughter and rejoicing as you walk free
While there is no lash on your back
And no thorn on your brow.

Go ahead, you Christians,
And call me a pagan,
When I lament that your hands do not bleed
To replace the blood you drew.
Forgive me if I cannot rest
In the gift of grace
Knowing that another would die for me.

No free gift can gift me peace.
The debt must be paid, and by my own hand,
By my own back.

But what do I have to lay on the altar?
What do I possess that could ever satisfy?
What turmoil to bear to balance the scale
Of the turmoil I wrought?
What chains must shackle my hands?
What burdens must break my back?
What stone must I roll up the never-ending mountain?
To what bird must my side be exposed?

A life for a life seems right to me.
Perhaps that’s the way to save my sanity.
But maybe insanity is the price to pay.
Maybe the fires of hell are the cost of peace.

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Ravi Zacharias, A Prophet Called Home




      The late Ravi Zacharias went home to be with the Lord on May 19, 2020. This is my tribute to the great apologist.

      I was first introduced to Ravi's existence in elementary school. My dad had a CD collection of some of his older sermons and one day started playing them in the car. The words flew over my little head and I had no idea what the guy was saying, but something deep inside me told me that I was encountering a wealthy mine of wisdom and truth that I could dig into for a long time.

      At the age of 12, I returned to those audio recordings. And that began the long journey of my intellectual and spiritual development, outside of my own parents' teaching. Over the next few years through high school, I exhausted every message Ravi gave that I could find online. I even managed to get my hands on some from the 80's and 90's. Not to mention some of the books he penned that are sitting on my shelf. Ravi and the RZIM team played a major role in my growth in the faith. He was my spiritual hero, and I owe a lot of who I am today to him.

      It has been one of my dreams to see Ravi in person, or even to meet him face to face. Unfortunately, it was not meant to happen on this side of eternity.

      While I hear of the passing of this great expositor with sadness, I can't help but look toward the future with anticipation. Every prophet has his time, his days, his decades. And it seems to me that whenever God deems a prophet's work finished, He raises up another one. Whoever God has yet to unleash into our desperate world I look forward to witness.

      I will always remember Ravi as one of my spiritual mentors, albeit a distant one. I am grateful for his life and legacy that have touched millions around the world.

      Thank you, Dr. Zacharias, for a life well lived. Because He lives, we also shall live.