This is a piece I wrote almost five years ago on my previous blog. It still deeply resonates with my heart, and I feel is worth posting again…
There is something gloriously magnificent about a man’s shoulders. Broad. Strong. Commanding authority. Declaring protection. Exuding sexual appeal. Weight bearer. Place where plough rests. Cushion for a lover’s weary head. Shoulders extend into arms. Arms made of muscles that can protect. Protect or destroy. Hold or hurt. Arms that extend to hands. Hands that can grasp with firm assurance. Hands that can caress tenderly. Hands that can kill viciously. A man’s muscle and arms pulse with the very rhythm of his heart. Heart belief flows through veins and arteries causing arms and hands to release either life or death. They are the very extension of his essence, his core – who he is. Size matters not. For a heart aflame on a mission cannot be held back by lack of strength. For strength by it’s very definition is the state of being strong; bodily or muscular power; vigor; moral power or courage. When push comes to shove, literally, a man will protect that which he holds dear to his heart no matter the size of his muscles. Heart shines brilliantly bright with courage and bravery when needed.
Gentle is muscle that whispers. Tender is strength that caresses. Violence is muscle that draws blood. Muscle speaks. It has a language. A language that everyone understands. A language that men love to show and show off. Flaunting muscles, they speak silently to each other, commanding respect or issuing a warning. Muscle is a sword. A sword to either use against injustice or add to it. Muscle is a powerful thing. So too is the power of choice. Rippling muscles have a ripple effect. Hand print on someone for a moment can leave an imprint for a lifetime.
Muscle is the barrier, the shield, between light and dark. I yearn to see the men in our beautiful country using their muscle as an almighty shield. An impenetrable shield against those who penetrate our women and children with heinous, ungodly desire. A shield that is a roar. A roar against darkness. A roar that shakes a nation. A roar that challenges the roar of evil. A roar from hearts that are tired of seeing our nation’s women and children sacrificed to the abominable appetites of greed, power and evil.
Men, you are an answer. Men, we need your strength. We as women are outraged at how we, our sisters and our daughters are being violated. We have risen up strong, brave, resilient and fearless. We are roaring loudly. Oh valiant men, won’t you arise and roar with us? Won’t those of you who are already roaring, roar louder? The sound of our voices together is more powerful than apart. We long for you to stand with us, in front of us, and take your rightful place as protector. We need your valiance. We need you to shield. We need you to shout with holy outrage. When the lion roars the pride feels safe. We need you to proclaim with fiery hearts, ‘No more! Not on my watch!’ We need you to put action to word. We need you to arise. We need you to go to war. Not with violence, but by being real men. Men whose muscles shelter and shield. Men whose muscles speak love. Men of moral integrity. Men who respect. Men who protect. Men who father the fatherless. Men who defend the widows and single moms. A wall is not a wall unless there are bricks. Oh men, will you take your rightful place and be a brick in the protective wall around us?
Our society has a hole in their heart the size of their father. Physical and spiritual orphans. Only the broken ones break others. Will you give the love and fathering that you never received to the fatherless ones? Will you be a part of breaking the cycle of perpetuated abuse?
Rape is not just an act, it is a culture. The word ‘rape’ has become an adjective in everyday conversation. Every time that happens, or when every ‘rape’ joke or joke that demeans women is uttered, fuel is blown onto the fire of that rape culture. So too is overlooking any act of abuse you see. Speaking to any woman with disrespect is as well. Or laying a hand on a woman out of violence. Or not standing up for women, in whatever way. What you say matters. How you act matters. How you treat your wife and children matters. How you protect them matters. How you raise your children matters. How absent or present you are in your childrens’ lives matters. Let me say it again – how you treat women matters. How your muscle speaks, echoes.
The men who are raping, maiming, killing, and destroying will listen if righteous men arise. Like challenges like. Righteous men standing up against unrighteous men. Righteous muscle challenging unrighteous muscle. With holy outrage. Holy outrage is very different to the rage we see filling up the pages in the newspaper and the homes and streets of our land. Avenging injustice with blood is not the answer. True outrage evokes you to actually be the change you want to see.
Oh men, do you not understand how glorious you are? Do you not understand the greatness you carry? Do you understand the power of your muscle? The mighty power of your roar?
I say to you men – I believe in you. I believe there is greatness in you. I believe you are an answer – the sleeping giant to protect our land from the demons. Will you answer the call to be an answer?