2:49 a.m. – He sends a text that tells his wife he’s almost home and can’t wait to put his arms around her. He’s been drag racing again. Normally, she would be there cheer leading from the eardrum breaking bleachers, but the the race track is no comfortable place for a woman with child.
His friends may think that having a supernaturally fast street car, an even faster race car, and a bread-winning business to prove it is what makes him most respectable. But we both know better now.
Don’t get me wrong, his gifting is found in gears and gadgets. He has given his life and livelihood for building things to go. Fast cars bring home the bacon – bacon, by the way, whose “better eat me and broadcast it if you’re a big man” blasphemy has created a sincere aversion for him. No. Tim has not bought in. Bacon hasn’t the slightest thing to do with being a man. Neither do beards or how much of it (bacon) you bring home. Being a man, brothers, is found in something a little bit bigger and badder than that.
Here is a day in the (new) life of a recovering bacon braggart’s wife…
8 a. m. – He gets up early on Sunday morning after his 3:30 a. m. return from drag racing to go over the Bible lesson he’s about to teach the children at church. He takes the dogs out, brushes little girls’ hair, and eats a breakfast void of bacon.
9:30 a.m. – He turns the car around when his wife remembers something she forgot. He laughs instead of yelling. Upon returning, he gets out and kindly get the said item for her.
10 a. m. – He teaches Sunday school, complete with funny faces, friend-making foolishness, and all the same fervor he has when fueling up his fast cars.
1 p. m. – He buys lunch for extended family. He takes them to the river to picnic and play. He picks his wife a wildflower. He buys his daughter a heavily overpriced elk skin purse, his other daughters a wooden trinket and his wife a handmade flower for her hair. He teaches them about nature and geography with enthusiasm. He sneaks away and buys them ice cream. He baits their fishing poles with slimy worms they can’t bear to touch repeatedly. When the pregnant wife wants to wade in the water, he holds both her hands and leads her carefully. He carries everything back to the truck. He always drives.
7 p. m. – He sits down on the couch and watches a kids movie. He rubs his wife’s feet and doses off unintentionally.
10 p. m. – He tells the kids a story, prays with them, and puts them to bed. He lays down with a sore back. He talks with his wife for a while and then prays with her about the trials of the upcoming week. He remembers those in need, in pain, in leadership, in darkness. He thanks God repeatedly. He asks the Lord to bless his wife and children. He plans to get up early for a walk with his wife before working all day on a holiday.
He wins. Not with his race cars or his worldly wealth. He knows that can be taken away. He wins the hearts of those around him because he has put away self-indulgence. He has refused the lies of worldly gain and it has been revealed to him what is worthwhile.
The measure of a man is never about his net worth, his appetite, his appearance, or his material possessions. The measure of a man is most evidenced by his love for God demonstrated by his love for others.
Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. ~John 15:13
Big beard wearers, bacon eaters, big car builders, take note of Mr. Rodeheaver. He has taken note of Christ.