I was sitted across the table from some friends from school and excitedly trying to tell them about my newest (okay, first and only) catch.
Let me break it down; I was telling them about my new boy friend. Ofcourse, I was gushing lovely, breathtaking, incredibly handsome, Christian, amazing (hope no oneís going green with envy).
I was rather curtly brought down from my sixth heaven when one of them asked, Ďis he a dog?í
ĎIs he a dog or would you even know if he were one?í. By this time, they were all falling all over themselves in laughter.
Iím obviously still oblivious to the trend of the conversation. When did we stop talking about guys and start on dogs? One of them added; ĎIím sure he is, thatís why sheís looking so flooredí. Okay, this isnít funny anymore, (like it ever was!). What have dogs got to do with any thing?
My friends finally decide to stop laughing and give me some basic education on men and dogs. I can only advise you fasten your seatbelt for the ride.
A dog, I gathered, is a man who canít stick to one lady, a.k.a a player. They use and dump ladies like soiled tissue paper. Dogs or players (both terms are equally irritating) need no commitments and they make none. They only stick around till their fancy and attention is aroused by something new, more fascinating, a new lady down the street, a new bone (hey, weíre talking about dogs here.)
At the risk of sounding naÔve and out of touch with reality, I didnít realize such men existed. Probably thought theyíd been phased out along with concord planes and horse carriages. Too bad, Iíve been proven wrong. Iím told they abound so much they go for a dime a dozen.
Why young men made in the image and likeness of one as great as God choose to be called dogs is way beyond me! Is it because weíve failed in our collective responsibility of teaching our children Principles from Godís word? Is it because our fathers are too preoccupied with whatever it is that catches their attention that theyíve got no time to be mentors and teachers and fathers and custodians of all thatís noble and true? Could it be from the sex revolution thatís bombarding us every corner we turn? Streaming from radios and MTV and internet sites and magazines. Stuff that tell our young men its okay to treat a lady like an orange from the store; peel, suck and discard. Or like a chewing gum; chew till all the sugarís gone and discard.
Well, as a young Christian lady, Iím highly offended by these views. I know Iím made in the image of God, and Iím fearfully and wonderfully made. I object to being viewed as a sex object or as a toy for some guyís amusement. My bodyís the temple of God and should be treated as such, with dignity and respect.
I believe Iím voicing the opinion of Christian girls out there when I say that the picture of men as dogs is very sickening. We want men as men, protectors and guardians God made them to be. We want men who are men enough to stand with us when its pleasant and when its not. When weíre young and cute and when weíre so old weíve got no teeth. Men who know how to say please, Iím sorry, thank you and I love you.
Men who are smart enough to know that they need God to make it and take their relationship with him very seriously. Men with vision, purpose and direction. Lest I get carried away, all Iím trying to say is that we need men and not dogs. For my sisters out there, please donít settle for anything less. Found a man? By all means, support, encourage and pray for him.