I feel I’m nothing in your eyes
It makes me feel like giving up
Because my best just ain’t good enough
Girl, I want to provide for you
And do all the things you want me to
But Oh, Oh no, don’t bring me down
I’m beggin’ you darling
Oh, Oh no, don’t bring me down
Sacrifices I will make
I’m ready to give as well as take
One thing I need is your respect
One thing I can’t take is your neglect
Girl, I want your tender love
Then troubles are easy to rise above
Robert brought my attention to this video of The Animals. It was posted on Ray Ortland's blog along with the words. This group came into popularity when I was a teenager. I must have listened to this song hundreds of times, but never really paid attention to the lyrics too much until this morning.
Since no institution can survive without order, God created order in the marriage by creating roles. The man leads and the woman helps him lead. And that leading does not only apply in the home, but also in the church in the and world (where it is appropriate).
But for some odd reason (because of the Fall), women have always contended for the same role as the man in marriage. This is where the 50/50 marriage idea comes in - where both the man and the woman lead 50% of the time. Problem is, when does he lead and when is it her turn and who keeps score? Imagine if employees did that at the workplace? Total anarchy and chaos would ensue, just as it has in marriage.
So I offer you the following excerpt from Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew, which really says it like it is. I am always convicted when I read it. Just a suggestion as you read...do not take exception to the first few lines. Rather think of your husband in these roles as your earthly head (your "lord" with a small L for instance), for indeed he is.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou lie'st warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience -
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I, ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek rule, supremacy or sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to to toil and trouble in the world
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?