You can tell a lot about a man — especially a young man — by his hands. As we raise this next generation, we need to ponder how they use their hands, and what they’re learning from those endeavors. I used to have soft hands.
Since my car burned up and then the bus service became 'nonessential' in 2020, I've had to walk everywhere. It is the Larry's of this world who stop to let me cross the busy intersections, while others are too busy to slow down for an elderly lady just trying to get home with her groceries. The people with the nice cars are racing to turn and block the crosswalk, but it is those men and women with the older more beat up cars who will always stop to let me cross. They are the ones who stop and see who and what is right in front of them. They live in community and not just for themselves.
I grew up in rural Georgia, in the 60’s / 70’s. I knew many, was raised by men with rough hands and their women. My parents and grandparents. And nearly everyone in our orbit - men were men, and women were women, and we knew the offense and everyone respected everyone other than the ones that did not.
My husband of 41 years was a white collar utilities manager.
He was a Larry with soft hands, rarely fixing anything himself but an shining example of an honorable man. Since retiring, he now has rough hands working outdoors. My adult sons can fix almost anything by YouTube videos but they still call their dad to talk it through. Nothing binds sons to their fathers like watching the man they want to become.
God bless YouTube University. It's saved my bacon many times. And yes, older boys who can go over (to their sisters garage, for example) and fix stuff is a Godsend as well.
Since my car burned up and then the bus service became 'nonessential' in 2020, I've had to walk everywhere. It is the Larry's of this world who stop to let me cross the busy intersections, while others are too busy to slow down for an elderly lady just trying to get home with her groceries. The people with the nice cars are racing to turn and block the crosswalk, but it is those men and women with the older more beat up cars who will always stop to let me cross. They are the ones who stop and see who and what is right in front of them. They live in community and not just for themselves.
Getting to know our neighbors is the way we take back this country. Praying for you to have a community of mighty men surrounding you.
I grew up in rural Georgia, in the 60’s / 70’s. I knew many, was raised by men with rough hands and their women. My parents and grandparents. And nearly everyone in our orbit - men were men, and women were women, and we knew the offense and everyone respected everyone other than the ones that did not.
Difference, not “offense”
Praise God for LARRYS!
So many Amens!
My husband of 41 years was a white collar utilities manager.
He was a Larry with soft hands, rarely fixing anything himself but an shining example of an honorable man. Since retiring, he now has rough hands working outdoors. My adult sons can fix almost anything by YouTube videos but they still call their dad to talk it through. Nothing binds sons to their fathers like watching the man they want to become.
God bless YouTube University. It's saved my bacon many times. And yes, older boys who can go over (to their sisters garage, for example) and fix stuff is a Godsend as well.