Uber Offended

Uber has done something that has the Internet really, really mad. Mad enough that the folks at Uber came out with an apology where they called what they did, “totally inappropriate.”

So what did they do?

Well, apparently it was Wife Appreciation Day in India earlier this week. So to celebrate the occasion and perhaps make a few extra bucks in the process, the company encouraged husbands to order UrberEATS and “let your wife take a day off from the kitchen.”

I’ll give you a few minutes to go burn something down in reaction to the horror of such a suggestion.

Here’s how stories like this work.

Someone does something that our culture finds offensive, which these days is pretty much anything. Someone from the Internet’s Office of Finding Things That Are Offensive then sends out screenshots of the tweet so that other people who like being offended all of the time can get really upset and also burn things down, either digitally, literally or both.

So you have some girl with a screen name like @progressivechick99 tweeting out, “Oh, no they didn’t.” And then there’s the gender fluid fellow with a handle like @multiplegender2000 who posts a meme of some guy from some reality show no one ever watches making a ewww face. Finally, the person from the Internet’s Office of Finding Things That Are Offensive writes a story with a headline like Twitter Slams Uber For Genocidal And Sexist Tweet, Nation Seeks Healing.

And then the offender, in this case Uber, apologizes.

As I write this, there is a hurricane aimed at the the Caribbean. A madman halfway around the world is threatening other countries with a nuclear bomb. Other madmen in D.C. are spending us into over 20 trillion dollars in debt. And the self-righteous gatekeepers on the Internet are upset because a private company encouraged husbands, not to kill their wives or run around on their wives but to take care of dinner one night for their wives.

If you’re not as culturally sensitive as these perpetually offended gatekeepers, Uber’s suggestion was supposed to make us all angry because women do so much more than cook meals in the kitchen. Also, men like to cook too. As do gender questioning non-binary girls who identify as boys on the third Tuesday of every month. I didn’t want to leave anyone out.

Have you ever watched a Netflix Original television show? These are sort of like the Wild West of television because they aren’t under the content restraints that shows on NBC or even FX are. Before I watch these shows I read up on them to see if they’re worth my time. More specifically, I read about the sexual content. I’ve noticed something in my research. A lot of the popular shows that are original to Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon are filled with nudity. More specifically, female nudity. So I pass on the latest binge-worthy show and turn a game on instead.

Now, our culture doesn’t find this ever present nudity offensive because it’s done by choice. The actresses want to do this. No one is making them.

Right.

Let the female lead on one of these shows refuse to do a nude scene and sit back and watch as her career spirals into the abyss. Within weeks of her decision, she’ll be off the show and making commercials for Crazy Pete’s Title Loans.

Do you see the hypocrisy?

Treating women as sexual objects is liberating. Cooking dinner for them is boorish.

When I came home from work for lunch one day this week, my wife and kids were in the backyard. When I walked back I saw my wife sanding a table she was restoring, my son painting another table, and my other son standing on the trampoline.

My wife asked if it was okay if we waited a few minutes for lunch so that she could get to a good stopping point in her project.

I told her not to worry about it. I guess you could say that I gave her the afternoon off. We also made plans for me to grill burgers that night. Bam! She had the night off too. Double score for her.

But after reading Twitter for a few minutes, I have discovered that I made a tremendous mistake. It was a bit cavemanish of me to do such a thing. The only thing I could have done that would have been worse was call an Uber to take us to Chick-fil-a. That would have broken the Internet.

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Luckily, I don’t answer to the Internet. I’d much rather make my wife happy. And taking over for lunch and dinner that day made her happy. And get this. She really likes to cook!

I’ll wait again while you go burn something down and call the U.S. Department of Diversity Among Different Genders Understanding Meals In Togetherness (DADGUMIT) on me.

But later that night, while the Internet was raging about something else, I enjoyed a hamburger with my family that I made because I wanted my wife to take a break from cooking.

And my kids fell asleep in the middle of binge-watching The Andy Griffith Show on Netflix.

Man, we’re weird.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Why Christians Should Boycott A Beauty And The Beast Boycott

Earlier this week, it was revealed that the soon to be released live action version of Beauty and the Beast would be the first of its kind. The trailblazing has nothing to do with special effects but rather sexuality. The film will feature Disney’s first ever openly gay character, LeFou, played by Josh Gad.

Bill Condon, the director of the film, said in an interview that, “LeFou is somebody who on one day wants to be Gaston and on another day wants to kiss Gaston.” Condon went on to say that Gad portrayed LeFou “deliciously” and that there is a “payoff” at the end that he described as, “a nice, exclusively gay moment in a Disney movie.”

No doubt, there have been plenty of Disney films in the past, even those marketed toward children, that have insinuated that certain characters were gay. However, the “exclusively gay moment” comment lets us know that the insinuations are no more. This updated version of Beauty and the Beast will leave nothing to speculation.

Yet another shot has been fired in the culture war.

And you can be sure that many Christians and social conservatives will be quick to fire back. Their weapons of choice will be boycotts and hashtags.

But before that happens, there is something that followers of Jesus Christ need to remember.

The culture will not be won by a massive Twitter campaign or #stopgaydisney movement. It will not be won by angry Facebook posts in ALL CAPS demanding that Disney bring back the movies from the good old days, as if those ever existed. The folks at Disney won’t suddenly decide to embrace traditional marriage because a few people vow to never attend their parks again. None of those things will win the culture war.

The culture war has already been won.

That happened when Jesus rose from the grave.

Sure, there are still numerous skirmishes. And as the church navigates its way through those battlefields, it must do so knowing that its victory is secure rather than continually playing the role of victims. Leave that to the disgruntled political junkies.

You’re kidding yourself if you think that a difference will be made in some digital arena with your clever hashtags. The real difference is made in your own home.

That’s where you, I hope, regularly sit down at an actual table for a meal with your kids and explain to them what the Bible says about men, women and sexuality. I get it. It seems a little strange for a father to talk about sexuality with his kids over dinner. It makes so much more sense to leave that up to a P.E. teacher who can tell them everything they need to know by simply using a condom and a banana as props. And we wonder what’s wrong with our kids.

In your kitchen, your kids see that real manhood is demonstrated not by romantic conquests, feelings or trucks but when their dad joyfully and lovingly serves their mother.

It’s in your home, not on a movie screen, where your kid’s worldview of marriage and family should be shaped.

If you think that you’re going to protect your kids from evil by keeping them from seeing a Disney movie, the devil laughs at you. Ban, boycott and hashtag all you want but until you take the time to teach and demonstrate biblical manhood and womanhood before your children on a daily basis, you’re planning your own destruction.

My family will not be seeing the new Beauty and the Beast movie. But we also won’t be taking part in any boycott. I don’t want my kids growing up thinking that Christianity is basically boiled down to being against stuff.

I want them to know that we are for truth, we are for love, we are for obeying God’s word and leaning on God’s grace when we fail. I want them to learn the delicate balance between standing against certain aspects within the culture while simultaneously loving the people consumed by that culture.

Hopefully Christians will see that there aren’t enough hashtags or boycotts in the world to change sick hearts. Hopefully, instead of trying to win a culture war and stick it to Disney, Christians will focus on raising up disciples, starting with the little ones in their own homes.

Hopefully, I’m not asking for too much.

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Picking The Lesser Of Two Evils Is Wrong And The Church Must Stop Doing It

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Ashley Qualls was murdered in the middle of the night on July 9, 2013. She was walking home from work when a few men on bicycles confronted her. There was an argument. Shots rang out. The men rode away into the night, leaving Ashley’s lifeless body on the street.

The case still has not been solved.

There are many reasons why. Here are two. Cowardice and compromise. Many of the people in that large city who have insight into he murder are simply too scared to say anything about it. They’re afraid that the criminals will come for them next. Others are compromised. They don’t want to talk to the police because they had some involvement, if not with the murder itself at least with the men who committed it. Their own closeted skeletons prevent them from saying anything.

When good people were needed to make a stand against evil, cowardice and compromise kept them from doing the right thing.

Many of today’s Christians have a lot in common with the folks in that city. In the face of evil, they do nothing. They are too scared. Too scared of being labeled a bigot. Too scared of being outnumbered. Others have been compromised. While Jesus told his disciples to pray, “Deliver us from evil,” these Christians are too busy embracing evil or voting for the lesser of two evils to actually make a stand against evil. It’s hard to stand against something that you’ve already embraced.

The world has gone nuts. Our president is acting like a king. Partly due to his actions, little girls are scared to go into public restrooms because of the men who are now encouraged to go in with them. And their parents are scared to do anything to stop them for fear of being labeled discriminatory or a hater.

In the church’s silence, others have risen up to speak. They rant on social media IN ALL CAPS ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY HATE LIBERALS AND HOW THEY’D LIKE TO KILL ANY PERV THAT COMES INTO THE BATHROOM WHILE THEIR DAUGHTER IS IN THERE. They run for president and wear red hats that tell us to make America great again, all the while embracing the very evil their supporters hope they’ll abolish. Both are only making the problems worse.

The last thing we need is more angry political talk. And if you think that either evil presidential candidate is going to offer any legitimate solutions, you are terribly mistaken. One thing history has taught us is that you should never expect godly consequences from godless leaders.

What we could really use is a few people like John the Baptist.

John the Baptist lived under a tyrannical ruler the Bible calls Herod. When Herod stole his brother’s wife and made her his own, John had the audacity to speak against it.

If this were happening today, imagine what John’s friends would tell him.

“John, settle down. This Herod isn’t as evil as the other Herod.”

“John, just stick to the Bible. Preachers aren’t supposed to talk about anything else.”

If anyone said that to John, it’s obvious that he didn’t listen. He spoke to Herod. And he was blunt. “It is not lawful for you to have her” (Matthew 14:4).

For his efforts, John was thrown in prison by the tyrannical Herod. But John wasn’t like today’s loudmouth real estate mogul or ALL CAPS FACEBOOK WARRIOR. Sure, he stood up for the truth but he did so in a loving way. We know this because while John was in prison, Herod enjoyed visiting him to listen to what he had to say (Mark 6:20). Herod didn’t like being called out but he liked the one who called him out. John’s loving boldness earned him a platform before the evil ruler.

But all of that changed.

Herod was tricked into making the decision to remove John’s head from John’s body.

That’s the part where a lot of Christians misrepresent the story of John the Baptist. They tell us that the point of the passage is that you need to keep your opinions on political or controversial issues to yourself or you could lose your head. Nothing could be further from the truth. The real point of the passage is that it is better to die for God’s glory than to live for your own. As I write this, John the Baptist is doing just fine. Herod is not.

This is an extremely important lesson for the Church today. We have been silent for too long. Or, we have been so loud and obnoxious that we might as well be silent. And when the church is silent, the culture suffers.

Now, perhaps more than at any other moment in my lifetime, we need to quit letting presidential candidates speak for us. We need to speak. And we need to do so in a clear, loving, bold and humble way.

If your kid’s school allows boys to go into your daughter’s restroom or dressing room, confront them on it.

You’ll be surprised at what happens when one person refuses to drink the poison Kool-Aid. So rather than figuring out the lesser of two evils, let’s just get back to what Jesus told us to do. Let’s stand against it. Let’s resist it. Let’s pray for God to deliver us from it.

A while back I got an e-mail regarding the team my son plays on. Parents were being asked to pay a few bucks in order to buy new socks for every kid on the team to wear that month. The pink socks were to raise awareness for breast cancer and the money raised would go toward cancer research. But not just any cancer research. The particular organization receiving these funds supported Planned Parenthood, the nation’s leading abortion provider.

I responded to the e-mail by stating that my family would not be taking part in this fundraiser because we value human life and we are pro-life. I DIDN’T CALL ANYONE NAMES AND I DIDN’T WRITE MY E-MAIL IN ALL CAPS. And I didn’t look for the lesser of two evils. I just resisted the evil.

Not much time passed before the guy in charge of the entire league contacted me. He told me that he wasn’t aware of the abortion link and he asked me for other organizations that fought breast cancer without giving to Planned Parenthood. The league ended up raising hundreds of dollars for breast cancer research. And they raised none for abortion. All because one regular idiot like me decided to stand against evil rather than finding the diet version of evil.

When the church is silent, the culture suffers.

When the church is compromised, the culture worsens.

When the church is courageous, Christ is glorified.

Our courage may cost us our heads. But it’s better to die without them in devotion to Christ than to live with them in slavery to the ever changing whims of the culture.

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In Defense Of Women In The Kitchen

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In today’s modern, progressive world it turns out that the kitchen is a really bad place.

John Kasich got in trouble earlier in the week when he said that his election to public office back in the 1970s was made possible because women, “left their kitchens” to get the word out about him. Before the word kitchen had fully left his mouth, progressives and feminists pounced on the opportunity and/or offense depending on how you look at it.

Most politicians make a living out of saying what people want to hear and these days, everything that you could possibly hear is offensive to someone. I can’t believe that these guys are still giving speeches.

Maybe it’s just my status as a privileged male who grew up in a lower middle class, single parent family but I don’t see what’s so offensive about linking women to kitchens.

My grandmother spent most of her life in a kitchen. When I would go visit my grandparents, she would have a full breakfast ready at 7 in the morning. I would roll out of bed around nine or ten, just in time for the buffet she had prepared by hand for lunch. At around two we would have what she called recess. Recess was nothing more than us sitting in the kitchen and eating sweets. Almost immediately after that was over it was time for her homemade dinner. And then after that, more recess.

When I think of my grandparent’s house, I can’t help but think about that kitchen. It’s where we spent most of our time. We would eat mashed potatoes, pork chops, fried chicken and drink sweet tea that had more sugar in it than every Dairy Queen franchise combined. My grandmother never said anything about wanting to get out of the kitchen, trade in her apron for a pant suit and run for president. Get this. She actually enjoyed cooking. And we all enjoyed eating what she cooked. What a tragedy.

But that was in a different time. The generation after my grandmothers is when women were finally liberated from those heavy chains us chauvinist pigs think are just apron strings.

My mother was a part of that generation. Unlike my grandmother, she worked outside of the home. It wasn’t because she was trying to make some kind of a statement. That’s just what single moms did. My mom worked for the Leader Tribune newspaper in Fort Valley, Georgia. She was a secretary for a roofing company in the greater metro Atlanta area. And she was a church secretary in College Park, Georgia before she finally had to hang it up.

So yeah, she left the kitchen.

But she came back to it every day.

She didn’t have time to make meals like my grandmother did. We had a lot of Hamburger Helper, fish sticks and tater tots. And we had something that she called Coca-Cola Chicken. Coca-Cola chicken is just a chicken breast marinated in mustard, ketchup and a can of, you guessed it, Coca-Cola. One time a friend of mine called that a white trash meal. Maybe so. But it was good. Oh yeah. I almost forgot. We still drank that same sugary, sweet tea.

My mom spent a lot of time in her kitchen. But she wasn’t some depressed woman who was being held down by her evil male child. She was a mom. She was a chef who knew how to make a gourmet meal (by white trash standards at least) on a shoe string budget. She was a counselor. And not just to me. A lot of people from our neighborhood and our church got some good advice from my mom in that kitchen. And it usually came with a side of her sweet tea.

My wife works outside the home too. She’s a teacher. But cooking is one of her favorite things to do. Last week I asked my son what he liked most about his family. The thing he likes most about his brother is that he plays with him. The thing that he likes most about his mom is her good cooking. How rude! What a pig that boy is! For the record, he still hasn’t been able to say what he likes most about me. Either it’s too hard to narrow down for him or I need to see a counselor.

Sometimes, in typical evil male fashion, I volunteer to cook for the family. My wife takes me up on the offer and enjoys her time off. But most of the time she doesn’t. Part of that probably has something to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to eat my specialty that night. I call it Frosted Flakes. It’s a mixture of corn and sugar and milk. Send me a private message if you’d like the recipe. But there’s another reason. She told me once that she actually likes to be in the kitchen.

Gasp!

I’m 40 years old. That seems like lightyears away from the kitchens of my childhood. But every now and then something takes me back to those days. It’s usually a funeral.

I guess in the rest of the country, when a family member dies, people offer to pay for a government certified grief counselor. Where I live they don’t do that. People cook. Go and visit someone just after they’ve had to bury a loved one and you’ll find a kitchen covered up with casseroles, fried chicken and potato salad. And it’s all home made. Believe it or not, there are women who actually enjoy cooking in their kitchen and the fruits of their labors actually makes a difference in the community.

Today, womanhood is defined either by power or sexuality or some combination of the two. I think that’s the real tragedy.

The women who I’ve loved the most, my wife, mother, grandmother and friends from church display their womanhood through their service and their joy. Some of those cooks have multiple degrees and some have hardly any. But that doesn’t matter. Any female can go to school or get a high paying job but a real woman finds her joy in helping others rather than reminding others of how important she is or should be.

I’m no fan of John Kasich. He won’t be getting my vote for president. But my disagreements with him have more to do with policy than anything he said about women and kitchens.

At this rate, I’ll probably end up writing in a name for president. Maybe I’ll write down the name of Margaret Sanders, the lady who introduced me to 10 a.m. lunches and recess.

The world would be a lot better off if they could all sit at her table together.

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Defending Wayne

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When a man stands up for something, you can be certain that others will try to make him sit back down. When he refuses, it’s his character that suddenly finds itself in the crosshairs.

You probably have never heard of Wayne Grudem but if you pay any attention to national politics, you’re about to hear a lot about him. And my guess is that most of what you hear won’t be good.

Wayne Grudem isn’t a politician. He’s a seminary professor and author. His most notable work is called Systematic Theology: An Introduction to Biblical Doctrine. If you’ve spent any time in a quality Christian college or seminary, you’ve come across this book. But none of that has anything to do with why you’ll be hearing Wayne Grudem’s name.

Wayne Grudem is a complementarian. That means that he believes that a husband should do the job of leading is wife and children. Well, that’s the actual definition. Progressives would use a different one. To them, a complementarian is someone who sits on the couch all day telling his woman to get him another beer while he considers his next rape victim.

Along with writing books, Wayne Grudem serves as a religious liberty adviser for presidential candidate Marco Rubio. That’s why you’re going to be hearing Wayne Grudem’s name a lot.

In fact, it’s already happened.

Time Magazine calls him “controversial.” One blogger says that he, “limits women.” As Rubio’s numbers continue to rise, you can expect more people to attack Wayne Grudem. When politicians shine a light on religious men who stand with conviction, you can always expect the character attacks to follow.

But rather than listening to all of the attacks and misinformation, perhaps we should look at the man himself. In doing so, we might just get a good picture of what it really means for a man to lead his family.

Wayne Grudem was a department chair at a major evangelical seminary in the Chicago area. For his field, it was a dream job. You could say that it was like coaching the New England Patriots, minus all of the cheating of course. He had the job that hundreds of Bible scholars would love to have.

But all wasn’t well. Wayne’s wife was sick and the Chicago climate made her illness worse. A job opened up for Wayne in Arizona, a climate that had already proven to be much more friendly to his ailing wife. Here’s how Grudem handled the decision of walking away from his dream job of 20 years and moving to a new place to work at a school that few had even heard of.

“On September 19, 2000, when we were in the middle of this thinking process, I came to Ephesians 5:28, ‘Even so, husbands should love their wives as their own bodies.’ If I were living with the pain in my body that Margaret is living with, I thought, would I move for the sake of my health? Yes, I would. So, if I were to love my own wife as I love my own body, then shouldn’t I move for the sake of Margaret? It seemed an unmistakable implication of this verse.”

That sounds nothing like the caveman that Wayne Grudem and other complimentarians are often presented to be. It sounds more like a man who loves his wife enough to lead her and make personal sacrifices for her good.

But the decision making process wasn’t over for the Grudem’s. Wayne wanted desperately to avoid the leadership mistakes that he had made earlier in their marriage.

“At that time, I thought that God wanted me to teach at a seminary, and though I had asked Margaret what she thought, I did not honestly listen. I think that I failed to understand that though the husband is head of the wife, as Christ is head of the church (Ephesians 5:23), a well functioning head has ears. Perhaps if I had listened more, and involved her more in the process, many of the details of the decision would have been different.”

Now wait just a minute! Wayne Grudem didn’t drag his wife by her hair all the way from Chicago to Arizona?

Grudem has endorsed Marco Rubio for president. I have not. But I am endorsing Wayne Grudem. Not for president but rather for a man who we would all be better of having listened to and read.

In the coming weeks you will be told that Wayne Grudem is against women. As his own life story shows, he is not. What he is against is feminism. You know, that failed worldview that virtually demonized all sex, scares men out of even thinking about approaching a woman without first signing a contract of mutual engagement and that has led many women to put aside the so-called ball and chain of an apron and trade it in for the much heavier one that comes with grabbing for more and more power.

So to put it another way, Wayne Grudem is very much for women. If you don’t believe me, just ask his wife. You can look for them the next time you’re in Arizona.