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A little speech I’ve heard and read in a few places

No idea where it’s originally from, but anyway:

“The Bible says He’s a Seven Way King. He’s the King of the Jews – that’s a racial King. He’s the King of Israel – that’s a National King. He’s the King of righteousness. He’s the King of the ages. He’s the King of Heaven. He’s the King of glory. He’s the King of kings and He is the Lord of lords. Now that’s my King. Well I wonder if you know Him. Do you know Him? My King is the only one whom there are no means of measure can define His limitless love. No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of His shore of supplies. No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing. Well, well, He’s enduringly strong. He’s entirely sincere. He’s eternally steadfast. He’s immortally graceful. He’s imperially powerful. He’s impartially merciful. That’s my King. He’s God’s Son. He’s the sinner’s saviour. He’s the centrepiece of civilization. He stands alone in Himself. He’s august. He’s unique. He’s unparalleled. He’s unprecedented. He’s supreme. He’s pre-eminent. Well, He’s the loftiest idea in literature. He’s the highest personality in philosophy. He’s the supreme problem in high criticism. He’s the fundamental doctrine of proved theology. He’s the carnal necessity of spiritual religion. That’s my King. He’s the miracle of the age. He’s the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. Well, He’s the only one able to supply all of our needs simultaneously. He supplies strength for the weak. He’s available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathizes and He saves. He’s a strong God and He guides. He heals the sick. He cleanses the lepers. He forgives sinners. He discharged debtors. He delivers the captives. He defends the feeble. He blesses the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent and He beautifies the meek. Do you know Him? Well, my King is the key of knowledge. He’s the wellspring of wisdom. He’s the doorway of deliverance. He’s the pathway of peace. He’s the roadway of righteousness. He’s the highway of holiness. He’s the gateway of glory. He’s the master of the mighty. He’s the captain of the conquerors. He’s the head of the heroes. He’s the leader of the legislatures. He’s the overseer of the overcomers. He’s the governor of governors. He’s the prince of princes. He’s the King of kings and He’s the Lord of lords. That’s my King. Yeah. Yeah. That’s my King. My King, yeah. His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His light is matchless. His goodness is limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His Word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Well. I wish I could describe Him to you, but He’s indescribable. He’s indescribable. Yes. He’s incomprehensible. He’s invincible. He’s irresistible. I’m coming to tell you, the heavens of heavens cannot contain Him, let alone a man explaining Him. You can’t get Him out of your mind. You can’t get Him off of your hands. You can’t outlive Him and you can’t live without Him. Well, Pharisees couldn’t stand Him, but they found out they couldn’t stop Him. Pilate couldn’t find any fault in Him. The witnesses couldn’t get their testimonies to agree. Herod couldn’t kill Him. Death couldn’t handle Him and the grave couldn’t hold Him. That’s my King. Yeah. He always has been and He always will be. I’m talking about He had no predecessor and He’ll have no successor. There was nobody before Him and there’ll be nobody after Him. You can’t impeach Him and He’s not going to resign. That’s my King! Jesus.”

Gender Roles in Marriage

So it seems that if  I keep this up, I’m going to prove my blog’s tag-line wrong. I still don’t think my views are that controversial, but it seems that the topics I pick are! Anyway, I was walking to a flat-warming yesterday (in case anyone from outside NZ reads this, a flat is where students live, regardless of whether it’s in a high rise building or not (and incidentally this one was in a high rise building)) with two of my own flat-mates, and a discussion about the cleanliness of our flat migrated to a conversation about gender roles in marriage (both flat-mates present were female).

I’ve always been fairly politically correct on this issue. I’m happy to take an equal hand in cleaning and cooking when I get married, and I’m not even that bothered about whether or not my wife will take a similar attitude to earning money. I plan on doing work I enjoy, so I’m happy to be the main bread-winner.

But anyway, yesterday’s discussion left me considering the possibility that girls can actually enjoy playing the traditionally female roles in the household. I think ultimately it’s a personal taste thing that each and every couple is going to have to talk about and work through when they marry.

Personally, as a guy, I find that cooking and cleaning can go alongside being strong and protective and providing necessities and luxuries to show someone you want to look after them. But I guess if a guy was doing all that, then a woman might feel a bit lost as to how she’s supposed to show her man that she wants to look after him, when all the needs of both are taken care of by one.

So yes, there’s an irony in the fact that guys, though wanting to protect and look after girls, in turn appreciate being cooked for and looked after by the girls, who enjoy doing so, and enjoy the protection and provision of the guys.

It’s a team effort, and when properly applied, makes a lot of sense. Perhaps it got lost when the toffery of the British Empire had both men and women out of work, because the money was provided through renting out land on the estate, and the housework was done by the servants, so traditional gender roles were lost. Certainly the high divorce rates of today, along with concepts like de facto and homosexual relationships are creating a lack of opportunities for gender roles of any nature to be even tried. And certainly the rise of feminism has added a degree of infamy to traditional gender roles that is undeserved except in cases where the husband is actually forcing the tradition on his wife against her will.

But it seems that ultimately, whether you choose to follow traditional gender roles in your marriage or not, doing one’s bit and making a team effort is the key.

P.S. I know that recommending doing one’s bit kinda contradicts what I said earlier about being happy to be the main bread-winner and do a decent share of chores, but I’m a softy, what can I say? I hope to spoil my future wife.