Mr X at the office:
At the office he carries out every task as designated by his boss.
Sitting at the conference table he speaks with great charisma, his enigma exuding through the room, a man of great talent, he dazzles his peers.
“Can you run through these facts again?” demands the equally unquivering voice of his boss.
He missed out a tiny details, a mere oversight.
Yikes! Thankfully the boss was able to overlook it this time, can’t let that happen again.
Mr Y at his business premise:
Screaming obscenties at the costumer, “I don’t want to see you near my stall again, useless person. Go and see if anyone will sell you materials at that price.”
“It is a market place and I am allowed to price things, no need to become abusive.”
“That one is english you’re speaking, don’t carry that your bad juju near my shop again ohh. Stingy human being, poverty will soon catch you.”
Walking away feeling slightly embarassed the customer approached the next shop hoping to get a better deal and less attitude.
Mr X at home.
“Honey I am home.”
“Welcome darling, how was work today? Hope it wasn’t too bad?”
“No, where is my food?”
“It’s almost done.”
“Almost done, I am really tired and hungry. What have you been doing since you got back from work?”
“You mean since I got back from work and picking the kids?” Laughing “Sweetheart It will soon be ready.”
Thirty minutes later, the meal is served. Taking a few mouthful.
“This food is absolutely rubbish, what did you do, just mix everything up together?”
“Honey it’s not like that, it must be ….”
And that was how the fight started …
Sometime before midnight a jaw bone was broken, a heart raced in anger, another suffered profuse internal flooding as emotions rumbled and roared within, fear lead the losing cause.
He submitted to his boss, but not to the one he loved.
He yielded his emotions to learning and sharing at work, but not to the one he made a vow.
Perhaps his priorities are screwed, perhaps he feels submitting to love weakens him and submitting to money empowers him.
My Y at home:
“My darling wife well done, this meal you made was very tasty.”
“Thank you my husband, how was today? Hope market sold well?”
“Yes oh, the day has gone the way God desired. That reminds me where you able to buy the childrens school books and uniform.”
“Yes I was and I got them for a very good bargain. I priced until the seller almost chased me away.” They both laughed.
“You do well my dear, I can always trust you to be frugal with out resources. That is why you will always be my darling wife, the odozi aku of my life.”
He forgets the lady at his shop was someone’s wife.
He forgets that as he treated one outside, he empowered society to treat those within his household.
Perhaps he feels ‘ours’ and ‘theirs’ are worlds apart, perhaps he feels if I don’t siton my own basket no one else would, he forgets the world isn’t a one man island.
Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.
To submit to another is not an indication of irrelevance, submission allows for structure to reign. Your boss doesn’t also know better or act better but the bulk stops at their table; a process of orderliness. We stay with jobs, organistions, bosses and systems that are less than we hope for, submitting to it’s dictates and demands, but at the least challenge we thow in the towel or throw insome punches into our marriage.
Male and female we must learn to submit to each other at home and in public. It’s a mark of respect not weakness. I am still in the process of working out my submission skills.
Note: I don’t not in anyway advocate staying in an abusive relationship.