On Mother's Day I preached about the awesome difference between man and woman. Woman appears to be the crowing glory of God's creation based upon the account recorded in Genesis. God created everything else and saw that it was good, but when man was alone God said, "It is not good." So he built woman. The term used for His creation of woman is different than that used of all the other created beings. It is a term used to complete an incomplete building project.
Woman was also made of different material. Man and the other animals were made of dust, woman was made of a rib. She is unique, different, wonderful and amazing.
Those differences reveal themselves daily as I saw clearly this weekend.
There is nothing that makes a man feel more like a man than when he is working with tools. (Shooting guns, fishing, playing with knives rank high as well, but this story has to do with tools.) This past weekend I got to feel like a man quite a bit. With the help of a friend, (another manly man), I learned how to replace the windows in my home with new, energy efficient replacements. (Thanks again Lynn!) Each new window came with a packet of small foam buttons to plug the screw holes and Dorrie decided that she would handle that job.
Monday afternoon I finished putting the last window in and began gathering up all my tools and other 'stuff' so the house wouldn't be a mess. I had left several small tools on the coffee table in the living room and scooped them up as I was heading down to the garage.
Now being a man, I know the importance of having the right tool for the job. I had my hammer, a putty scraper, a small pry bar for removing trim, my cordless screwdriver, utility knife, caulking gun and all the other little tools needed to put windows in. But as I was putting away the handful of tools I found a few other things in my hand I hadn't used. I put them away anyway and wondered why the kids had left them on the coffee table.
When I got back upstairs Dorrie was putting some more of the foam plugs in. She asked me if I had seen her 'tools.' It then dawned on me that the items I had picked up off the coffee table were not something the kids had left out. They were "Woman Tools."
Where I had been using all the "Man Tools," screwdrivers, knives, caulking guns, etc., Dorrie had brought out the "Woman Tools," tweezers, a ball point pen, and a shis-ka-bob skewer.
God definitely made us different!
Woman was also made of different material. Man and the other animals were made of dust, woman was made of a rib. She is unique, different, wonderful and amazing.
Those differences reveal themselves daily as I saw clearly this weekend.
There is nothing that makes a man feel more like a man than when he is working with tools. (Shooting guns, fishing, playing with knives rank high as well, but this story has to do with tools.) This past weekend I got to feel like a man quite a bit. With the help of a friend, (another manly man), I learned how to replace the windows in my home with new, energy efficient replacements. (Thanks again Lynn!) Each new window came with a packet of small foam buttons to plug the screw holes and Dorrie decided that she would handle that job.
Monday afternoon I finished putting the last window in and began gathering up all my tools and other 'stuff' so the house wouldn't be a mess. I had left several small tools on the coffee table in the living room and scooped them up as I was heading down to the garage.
Now being a man, I know the importance of having the right tool for the job. I had my hammer, a putty scraper, a small pry bar for removing trim, my cordless screwdriver, utility knife, caulking gun and all the other little tools needed to put windows in. But as I was putting away the handful of tools I found a few other things in my hand I hadn't used. I put them away anyway and wondered why the kids had left them on the coffee table.
When I got back upstairs Dorrie was putting some more of the foam plugs in. She asked me if I had seen her 'tools.' It then dawned on me that the items I had picked up off the coffee table were not something the kids had left out. They were "Woman Tools."
Where I had been using all the "Man Tools," screwdrivers, knives, caulking guns, etc., Dorrie had brought out the "Woman Tools," tweezers, a ball point pen, and a shis-ka-bob skewer.
God definitely made us different!
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