by Gloria Furman - May 18, 2012
(Gloria
 Furman lives in Dubai with her husband Dave, a pastor. They are raising
 three young kids. Gloria is currently writing a book for Crossway on 
applying the gospel in the home)
I live in a culture that admires a man’s earning power, and his fertility, and his ability to rule his domain with an iron fist.
While
 Scripture certainly calls for a Christ-like masculinity that provides 
for and protects his family, the Bible takes a wrecking ball to the 
culture-based ideals of masculinity that are celebrated around the 
world.
By
 God’s grace, I enjoy the fruits of living with a man who demonstrates 
biblical masculinity. This is the kind of masculinity that emerges from 
the gospel, points back to the gospel, and celebrates the gospel in my 
home.
Unashamed
The
 masculinity I appreciate as a wife is of far greater value than 
wealth-earning power. It’s a masculinity that is unashamed of the gospel
 which is the power of God (Romans 1:16).
The
 unashamed masculinity I enjoy in my home leaves a legacy that is more 
enduring than prolific fertility. It’s masculinity that fervently loves 
others from a heart that has been born again, born not of seed which is 
perishable, but imperishable. True masculinity is reborn through the 
living and abiding word of God.
The
 unashamed masculinity I love to follow in my home is far more 
impressive than macho pride. It’s masculinity that is willing to take 
the painful shrapnel in the battle against his own sin, rather than run 
from sin and hide in the comfort of silence. It is a masculinity that 
willingly exposes its life to the iron-sharpening-iron of open and 
honest male accountability relationships.
The
 unashamed masculinity that guards the hearts in my home puts away rash,
 cutting words that pierce like a sword. My husband’s Christ-honoring 
masculinity understands the power of words, and he uses words to bring 
healing to me and our children.
The
 unashamed masculinity I cherish in my home is such that fixes its eyes 
on Jesus and turns its eyes away from all the vain things of this world 
that hold a potent charm over other men. My husband’s Christ-honoring 
masculinity flees from promises whispered by a hiss.
The
 unashamed masculinity I need in my home is concerned that others find 
their delight in God. Nothing quite says, “I love you” to me than when 
my husband is willing to humbly stand up to the things I pursue that 
obstruct my everlasting joy in God. His loving masculinity reassures me 
of Christ’s atonement made on my behalf, and of the privilege I have to 
boldly approach the throne of grace.
Unashamed
 masculinity has less to do with how many horses a man owns, or how fast
 he can run. Unashamed masculinity is about what a man does with the 
gospel.
Where
 can you see this unashamed masculinity? You see it whenever a man has 
peered into the empty tomb and found new motivation to lay down his own 
life to spread the gospel into the souqs of Casablanca, into the office 
spaces in Dallas, into the cafes in Geneva, into the shantytowns of 
Mumbai, into the barrios of Sao Paulo, and into the universities of 
Toronto.
My Unashamed Husband
My
 dear, godly, husband once explained to someone that he wasn’t able to 
shake hands because of the nerve disease in his arms. This person said, 
“That’s awful! Everyone can tell a real man by the firm grip of his 
handshake.”
I just smiled to myself.
I’ve
 watched my husband find his strength in the joy of the Lord. He has a 
firm grip on grace. And I can testify that he is “a real man” by his 
unashamed passion for the gospel.
When
 he cares for our family, our church, and our city with the gospel, he 
grabs hold of the gates of hell and shakes them without fear and without
 shame.
 

 
 

