Posts tagged ‘woman’

May 8, 2012

Marriage Debate

by pastortimfowler

I don’t usually blog about stuff that is controversial or things that people can possibly disagree with me on, but today I am going to. In my neighbor state of North Carolina they are voting on an amendment to the state constitution that will make marriage between a man and a woman the only legal and recognized form of marriage. It has been very interesting to listen to the talk about this issue. Some people get all freaked out about it and the arguments are often to the point of being ridiculous and even funny. My favorite is the one that says, God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. How silly is that? We all know that Steve was not created until after Jesus walked on water.
I figure that sometime between now and the end of the week I will get asked what my opinion is about this, so I am jumping ahead of the game and putting out my blog before I am even asked.
My opinion is just that, an opinion. I am not the final authority, although I should be. Things would just be so much easier if everyone agreed with me. My opinion is not really an opinion but rather a question. What has been the definition of marriage for as long as there have been marriages? Merrian-Webster Dictionary has given this definition for as long as it has been in print: the state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by law. There is a 2nd definition that includes same-sex marriage, but it was added within the last 30 years or so. There was a time when no one would ever think of marriage any other way. For thousands of years that is what marriage was. If two people lived together, as lovers, that did not mean they were married. In some states there was a provision under the law called common law marriage, so that people who shared an estate for many years had certain rights, but it was not an official marriage to those people. Why do we need to change the definition? Perhaps there should be another descriptive word for same-sex couples who legally or ceremonially join as a couple.
If we change the definition of marriage because someone doesn’t like what it means, where do you draw the line? The definition of a word that is as old as marriage should not offend people. It was never meant to. I don’t like the word bald meaning no hair, so I think I want it to mean I have hair. Change the definition and I am still bald.
The real argument is not about a definition, but about civil rights afforded to two people who live together. Why not just change that law instead of the definition of the institution of marriage? I could care less if that happens. But we all know that it goes deeper than that. Marriage is something that most people relate to a religious argument. The only religion that I have personal knowledge of and its teaching about marriage is Christianity and from what I understand, it too describes marriage as the union of a man and a woman. Many of the laws in most civilized countries have a religious foundation, including murder and stealing. But many laws have no religious bearing what so ever. Traffic laws for instance have nothing to do with a religious teaching at all. They are made by man for man (and women).
My point is this. If people of the same-sex want to be legally equal in the benefits and rights given to a couple of opposite sex, then make a law to give those rights. Don’t change the meaning of marriage. It has meant one thing for far longer than this modern argument has been going on. Our country has a system in place to help those who are overlooked, by-passed, or even purposefully mistreated. Legislators can amend constitutions and correct injustice, but it doesn’t have to be done by changing a definition. We did not change the definition of slavery to free those who were wronged, we changed the law. A slave is still someone who is owned and controlled by another human.
So that is my blog on the controversial subject being voted on in my neighboring state. Remember that I said that it would be better if everyone agreed with me. Don’t make things difficult, just agree. And by agree, I mean, think like me, act like me, be like me. Later I may try to come up with a word that we can use for same-sex unions that I like. Until then, I will only use marriage to describe a man and a woman, legally able to file taxes as married people. Don’t be hatin’; its my blog.

January 10, 2012

Beautiful Women

by pastortimfowler

Every year, several magazines name the world’s top ten most beautiful women and they always get it wrong because my wife is not on the list. Because of this, I refuse to take anything they say seriously when it comes to beauty. It is obvious that they have no clue of what true beauty is, nor do they really care. Their idea of beauty is what they can manufacture through the sales of the products advertised in their publications. Besides the make-up and surgical enhancements, a computer makes the women of these lists look like they do and it is something that God has never created and intended a woman to look like.
Now let me admit that I love it when the most beautiful woman in the world gets all dressed up and puts on some make-up and fixes her hair and then we go out in public and people stare at me wondering how did I get so lucky. But I love it just as much when I wake up next to this same woman and she has no make-up on and her hair is a bit wild-looking. She is just as beautiful then.
Our church is full of beautiful women too. It is difficult to be a pastor and admit that in a blog that many of our church members say that they read, including the most beautiful woman in the world. But the truth is what it is. I guess it sure beats looking out at a bunch of ugly women every Sunday. But what I was getting at is that these women are beautiful just as they are.
Several of them are on this health kick and have started a Zumba class. I am not sure what that is. All I know is that when they start, they shut and lock the doors and threaten people who dare to come in while the class in going on. From that, I assume it is an anger management class. Nothing like a bunch of beautiful, angry women, locking themselves behind a closed-door, huh?
They also have been gambling. That’s right, in the church. They collect money in a pot to see who will lose the most weight. Silly women, who said that you needed to lose weight anyway? I bet the husbands would rather take you out on a hot date for ice cream with that money than have you come home sweaty, tired, and mad that you didn’t win.
I guess as long as they are doing these things for health reasons and not beauty reasons I am okay with it. I do know that exercise, if it doesn’t cause injury or heart attacks, could be good for you. But, I was watching the football game last night and saw these amazing athletes involved in a game that required them to exercise regularly and several of them got hurt. Meanwhile there was about 90,000 people sitting in seats watching and half of them were fat and out of shape and yet none of them got injured. So perhaps this exercise thing is not what it’s cracked up to be.
Let me stop with the amazingly witty and ingenious humor and get serious for a minute. God made you to be beautiful in His eyes. If you don’t feel that you are beautiful, it is not His fault, it could be that you have been fooled by some people who don’t love you. God loves you. God made the first woman, Eve, before there were even any stores that sold make-up and before there was even a door to hide behind to do Zumba. When He created her, Adam looked at her and said, WO! MAN!, Thus she was called woman, because she was beautiful, without make-up, surgery, or a magazine to tell her or her husband what she should look like. Sure, if you have read the Bible, you know that Adam got to see her naked first, and I am sure that helped with his perception of beauty, but still, she didn’t have to work at it, God made her that way.
So to the beautiful women of my church, who appropriately call themselves “The Body Babes”, zoom on in your Zumba class. Eat as little as you think will help to drop a pound or two. Get healthy and feel good. But at the end of it all, as I sit back and eat my chocolate chip ice cream and cheese curls and I watch the game and those commercials come on trying to convince me that you are not perfectly beautiful, I will turn away from the TV, dip my cheese curl in my ice cream, raise it in a toast, and look at the most beautiful woman in the world.

September 2, 2011

Reading Her Mind

by pastortimfowler

My wife told me today that I must have been reading her mind when I brought coffee to her at her office.  Funny thing is I hate reading. I read to keep myself informed and to improve my life and keep my brain sharp. But when it comes to reading her mind, it is too often out of a need for self-preservation.
For years I have had superpowers that I use from time to time. No one knows exactly what they are, in fact, I have not yet found the end of them, but it does include mind reading when it comes to my wife. I could make a joke here about how that would not really be super powers but I won’t. Reading her mind is very complicated. She is a brilliant woman who has a mind for details and for business. She has held many high level positions in corporate America and has always been successful in what she does. She has great abilities to sense the emotional needs of others and immediately decide how to help. In our church it is evident that the day-to-day operations depend on her involvement, as she has tremendous administration skills. Her teaching abilities are exceptional and her leadership skills amaze me.
So my reading her mind is an act of super powers because as everyone knows, I am just a simple man. This does not mean I am not an intelligent man, because simplicity can be difficult to master. If you keep it too simple you look lazy and almost stupid, and if you don’t keep it simple enough it becomes complicated. Therefore with the help of my superpowers I make being simple, well, simple.
Years ago I began to realize that I had this ability to read her mind. It was a cool Autumn evening when she walked in on my attempt to do laundry. In the load that I was pulling out of the dryer, was a sweater of hers. My wife has always been a very fashionable dresser and wore the finest clothes that we could afford. The sweater was one that complimented her God-given beauty well and fit perfect, if you know what I mean. As I pulled it out of the dryer, which in my opinion drys best when it is on high heat, she notices that it was a bit smaller than it use to be. Before she could say a word, I knew that she was thinking, “Tim, you wonderful man. You cared enough to do my laundry too!” After she spoke I realized that I had the ability to understand her true meaning even if the words did not match what she was thinking.
Another time involved me watching the grandkids. She was out pursuing one of her many business ventures and had asked me to watch the kids for an hour. I knew she what was going to ask when she came home, even before she did, but that is not what I want to tell you. It began to rain and the kids were acting like little monsters and they would not listen. They kept wanting to get loose from the duct tape and I kept telling them to wait until Mimi was almost here.
I knew that she gave them a bath every night and that this night would be no different. It had started to rain and I figured that rain water was as clean as tap water so why not send them out to play in the rain. So I took off the duct tape and let them out in the yard. I don’t understand why kids will suddenly be attracted to mud puddles if they are outside, but they are.  I should have listened to that voice in my head that said Mimi is on her way home, but I didn’t. When she saw the kids, I immediately knew what she was thinking: “Tim is a wonderful husband and Papa to try to have them bathed for me.” What she said, again had to be interpreted, but I got the drift of it.
Today it was really very simple. She wanted coffee. So I went to her favorite coffee shop and took her a large coffee fixed exactly as she likes it. She said thanks and gave me a hug and said, “you must be reading my mind”. I made it look so simple and of course I fully understand what she really meant when she said thank you. So, I am looking forward to her coming home tonight because she was really saying was: ” Tim, I want him almost as much as I want this coffee.”
I don’t do her laundry anymore and I don’t watch the grandkids when it is raining, but I will never stop taking her coffee.