There I was straining and twisting, wrenching and grunting. I was making a valiant effort to open a bottle. The harder I squeezed the more permanent that cap remained. Then it happened. My manhood was gone. Decades of pride vanished in less than a second. My wife came over and opened it with one small twist. It was not my finest moment and I have no idea why I am sharing this with you. I must have some inner masochistic urge to denigrate myself. The thing is I could have understood had she strained, wrenched and grunted. But no, it was a matter-of-fact turn of her wrist. I think I detected just a slight uplifting of the corners of her mouth as she handed it back to me. Just call me Casper (not the friendly ghost). Life is cruel.
It’s the same way with hot dishes. She can hand me something she was holding with her bare hands and my eyeballs roll up into my head as it sears my hands and my nostrils fill with the scent of fried flesh. I have to laugh when I hear men talking about themselves as the stronger sex.
For those who want to keep women in a subordinate position I urge them to read Genesis 2. God took a rib from Adam’s side not his foot. She was to be by his side as an equal. Blessed is the man who has a Proverbs 31 wife. King Lemuel had it right when he wrote, “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all. . . . Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.”
Written by Roger Bothwell on October 13, 2014
Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574
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