I had a free evening at home after the kids went to sleep. My husband wanted to go for a run, so I asked him to find me something fun to watch on TV before he left. I have “learned incompetence” when it comes to the remote control, so he scrolled through the channels until a lion documentary presented itself.
“Oh, that looks interesting,” I said. It was only about 40 minutes long, so I figured it would be done before he got home. Plus, I could learn a little something while I relaxed.
As the show continued, I was introduced to a pride of lions. There was a daddy lion, three mamas and a whole bunch of cubs. I enjoyed getting to know each lion and his/her prospective place in the pride.
The little cubs of the pride were able play, watch and learn as much as they could. They didn’t make their first kill until about two years old, so the rest of the time they experienced crazy, little antics of trial and error.
The mamas, however, did a lot of work. Not only did they all take turns nursing, protecting and teaching the young cubs, they also made all the kills for the entire family. All three of mamas worked together to bring down the zebra or warthog in an amazing display of teamwork and strength.
As the show progressed, I became a little put out by the daddy lion.
He seemed to lie around all day, play with the kids a little and, when the mamas made their kill, he went straight over and had his fill first. He wouldn’t let anyone touch the kill that the mamas brought down until he was full. He was a massive beast, eating so much meat that I wondered if anything would be left for the rest of the pride.
I thought to myself, “That’s not fair. The mamas take care of the young and hunt for all the food. What does that daddy do besides make more babies?”
That’s what I was thinking until two predator lions came close to the pride. The narrator said that if the predators attacked the pride and won, they would try to kill all the babies and the family would be destroyed.
Suddenly, lazy daddy lion turned into fierce papa lion, protecting his family. The daddy lion didn’t bat an eye. While the mamas stayed with the young, he ran full force toward the two predators and attacked them. I had never seen something so hauntingly awesome. He roared and thrashed his giant claws at the enemy. His massive size and strength were no comparison, and after only a few minutes, the two predator lions ran off.
When the daddy lion won the fight, the entire pride roared a warning to all that could hear. If they could speak, I know what they would be shouting: “Stay away from our family all you enemies!”
That’s when it hit me.
During all that time the daddy was eating and relaxing, he was preparing for the moment that the enemy would confront his family. He was well fed, strong and ready to protect what was entrusted to him.
“For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior.” – Ephesians 5.23 (NIV)
Although human families are different from lion prides, there is a valuable lesson to be learned here. The man of the family is called to lead and protect those entrusted to him, and the Devil will always target him first. The predator walks around like a lion, waiting for the right moment to attack. As a wife, I don’t fully comprehend the weight my husband feels as the head of the family, but I can strengthen him and provide for his needs. This way he will be fully rested and empowered to fight the predators when they come to attack our marriage and our family.
There is a spiritual battle waged against our families, and Satan wants to rip them apart. God designed the family, so Satan hates them. If wives and husbands strengthen and encourage each other in their different duties and roles, we will all be able to do our part in protecting the sanctity of our homes.
Question: How can you show understanding to your husband and empower him to walking boldly in his calling as head of the family?
“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” – 1 Peter 5.8 (NIV)
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