Everyone Needs A Man - June 2019

By P. Daniel Buford     Everyone needs a man. Little girls need a man to love and nurture them, to train and cherish them, to show them how special they really are, and for them to call “Daddy.”

Little boys need a man to be a role model for them, to show them how real men treat others, to be never too busy to be a friend, never to say, “Do as I say, not as I do,” and for them to call “Dad.”

Women need a man to love and cherish them, to provide for them, to give them a strong root note with which to harmonize their lives, to offer them a strong, stable relationship in which to travel life’s road, and for them to call “Husband.”

Men need a man to be their teacher, their leader, to be their comrade, to be their mentor, to give them balance, to be their sounding board, and for them to call “Brother.”

Less fortunate people need a man to lean on, to offer them counsel and encouragement, to help them up when they stumble, to show them that down does not mean out, and for them to call “Friend.”

Everyone needs a man. Goliath called to Israel, “Give me a man, that we may fight together” (I Samuel 17:10). Even an evil adversary needs a man, for without a man to conquer, he cannot be a victor. Everyone needs a man. The lame man at the pool of Bethesda responded to Jesus’ question, “Wilt thou be made whole?” with these words: “Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool” (John 5:7).

Everyone needs a man. The prophet Ezekiel wrote, “And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none” (Ezekiel 22:30).

Everyone needs a man. God Himself even felt this need, “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him” (Genesis 1:27). I needed a man in my life. God gave to me many and varied men—some I call “Friend,” some I call “Teacher,” some I call “Pastor,” some I call “Brother,” but the greatest I call “Dad.”

Many godly men have walked across the impressionable soil of my soul, but Dad’s footprints remain cleaner, purer, more steadfast, and more Christ-like than any man I know. Perhaps it is because of Christ, whom he followed faithfully.

May God inspire Christian men everywhere to hold up a light that all may see the way of Christian manhood. After all, everyone needs a man