by Junior DeSouza
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(Additional Notes in blue from Bro. Chris)
Gen 3: 12 - 19
12 Then the man said, “The woman whom You gave to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate.” 13 And the Lord God said to the woman, “What is this you have done?” The woman said, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.” 14 So the Lord God said to the serpent:
“Because you have done this, You are cursed more than all cattle, And more than every beast of the field; On your belly you shall go, And you shall eat dust All the days of your life. 15 And I will put enmity Between you and the woman, And between your seed and her Seed; He shall bruise your head, And you shall bruise His heel.”
16 To the woman He said: “I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; In pain you shall bring forth children; Your desire shall be for your husband, And he shall rule over you.” 17 Then to Adam He said, “Because you have heeded the voice of your wife, and have eaten from the tree of which I commanded you, saying, ‘You shall not eat of it’:
“Cursed is the ground for your sake; In toil you shall eat of it All the days of your life. 18 Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you, And you shall eat the herb of the field. 19 In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.”
We are going to go into a teaching by Junior DeSouza and he is going to illustrate some of the finer points of the war that has been against men.
I wanted to start off with this because you need to see that this was has been going on since the beginning with Adam and Eve.
And our adversary has done very well in destroying the men’s heels which has carried over into men’s ability to walk.
I am not a medical doctor nor do I care to be but I have had some sports related injuries in my heel and it made it difficult to walk.
We know this but we need to be reminded of this, if satan is allowed to get the men, he has the entire family.
Men have a place of importance in the Kingdom that cannot be understated.
We are called to be the priests in our households.
9 But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;
23 For the husband is head of the wife, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. 24 Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.
25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, 26 that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, 27 that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish.
The Priesthood
As High Priest, Christ made atonement for our sins through His sin offering on the cross. He provides free communication with the Father. By His death, He has set the accused free. Jesus is the High Priest – we are priests (1 Peter 2:9). In the regular priesthood, God reveals the patterns, roles, and functions that apply to us as priests to our households.
Attributes of a priest
Before entering the temple, the priests of ancient Israel washed their hands and feet (Exodus 30:17-21; 40:30-32) to symbolize cleansing of their sins. They could not perform their priestly functions if they were not clean before God. Our first responsibility to our families is to maintain an intimate personal relationship with the Father through repentance and obedience to Him. We cannot draw near (the meaning of koheen, the Greek word for priest) when we are not clean, and our ability to serve suffers.
Priests served as an indispensable source of religious knowledge for ancient Israel. People went to the priests when questions arose concerning spiritual things. They guided the people in their spiritual life. As a priest to his household, a father must be very active in the spiritual training of his wife and children. Embracing our responsibility to train them averts complacency and relying upon others to do the job for us.
We demonstrate training in real life experiences, not a classroom.
We model faith integrated into daily life, not simply relegated to Sunday morning.
We must be proficient in our knowledge of spiritual things and guide our family in learning and understanding the Word.
It is good and proper that the wife supplements her husband in teaching and instructing the children, but the husband must be the head of spiritual instruction and leadership within the home.
Duties of a priest
Hebrew priests distinguished between the unclean and the clean, and taught the people to do the same,
“You must distinguish between the holy and the common, between the unclean and the clean, and you must teach the Israelites all the decrees the LORD has given them through Moses” (Leviticus 10:10-11, NIV).
The need for discernment is wide and deep in today’s culture. It extends to the places we go, the shows we watch, the music we listen to, and the clothes we buy. Each requires the twin disciplines of discernment and teaching.
So let’s get into this teaching by Junior DeSouza
by Junior DeSouza
Mature men are an endangered species. And, age or position is of little relevance. Job 32:9 (NKJV) says, "Great men are not always wise, nor do the aged always understand justice." A man of age or position can still be an immature, foolish boy.
On the other hand, males of scant age or position can be quite mature. Of all the Christian men Paul knew, young Timothy was his choice to pastor the very large and important church at Ephesus. Some historians believe he was only seventeen.
Boys to Men
A "boy" becomes a true man, not through the accumulation of birthdays or positions, but the accumulation of experiences with God and his deepest self. Few males plumb the depths of both. Whether you are fifteen or fifty, we need mature men! Our women, our families, our churches, and our societies are thirsting for you.
Fifty Going on Fifteen
It is only natural to sneer contemptuously at the child-men who parade an over-the-top machismo. These big babies go to great lengths to steer clear of all apparent vulnerability. Everyone–except them–knows their macho banner is an overcompensation for low self-esteem.
Less compensatory, though, are the man-boys who are clearly weak, afraid, or brazenly adolescent. In general, they own their boyishness fully, justifying it with allusions to abuse or injustice, and therefore, an entitlement to stay childish.
A third, and more deceptive, category of child-men are the ego-driven Christian leaders. Like Diotrephes, they love to be first (3Jn 9). Like Diotrephes, they love exclusive power and attention (v10). These man-boys are the Christian version of narcissistic celebrities or political dictators. Some of these have been publicly chastised by the Lord in recent years. Expect more.
Illumination, Conviction, & Change
For some, the dysfunctional mileage is so great, the childish incomprehension so pronounced, that only the Spirit of wisdom and revelation can illumine their eyes to these truths (Eph 1:17,18). We need to pray seriously for this. We need to ask the Holy Spirit for the light of seven suns to dawn on our brothers, fathers, sons, and male spiritual leaders. We can criticize childish and selfish men incessantly, but at the end of our venting, it still remains that only the Holy Spirit can grant the conviction to change. Pray with me?
Glorious Father, we worship you! We ask that you grant the Spirit of wisdom and revelation in stronger measures to the males of your kingdom. Enlighten the eyes of our heart to the childish ways that must be put away, in order that we might evolve into mature men of God in the full stature of Christ. In Jesus name we ask and declare that you will do this. Amen.
Boys vs Men
The remainder of this article contrasts several important differences between "boys" and "men" (in random order). May the Holy Spirit alight upon these words.
Boys are afraid deep down; men are brave and ready.
Perhaps the greatest practical difference I notice in boys and men is the issue of fear. Deep down, boys are afraid. Afraid of pain. Afraid of commitment. Afraid of vulnerability. Afraid being alone. Afraid of feeling. Afraid of not being good enough. Afraid of being disliked. Afraid of being romantically undesirable. Afraid, afraid, afraid.
Mature men have explored–and conquered–those dark places and scary monsters within by the guidance of the Holy Spirit. This is exactly what 1John 4:18 says: perfect (mature) love ends fear, but the one who still fears is not yet perfect (mature).
As a result, mature men are brave and ready to tackle new experiences, new missions, new relationships, new territories, new challenges. Brave and ready to confront. Brave and ready to protect. Brave and ready to share their souls. Brave and ready for almost anything.
As a "boy", Peter was afraid to publicly acknowledge his friendship with Jesus. As a man, he was brave and ready to be crucified upside down for Him.
Boys cower at crisis; men borrow crisis for opportunity.
Boys see crisis in negative terms. They get lost in the problem. Hence, they spend exorbitant amounts of energy trying to avoid crisis, or, quelling it as quickly as possible. They do this because (1) they feel inept to navigate the crisis intelligently, and, (2) they avoid uncomfortable emotions at all costs.
Mature men see uncomfortable emotions (induced by crisis) as merely a pebble in their shoe; mainly because they have already healed and closed past wounds that might exacerbate present crises. Therefore, uncomfortable emotions in the present can be managed as simply that. No triggers. No negative associations. No hypersensitivities. No emotional sunburns. No exacerbations.
Mature men have also constructed a vast infrastructure of spiritual intelligence from which they are "thoroughly equipped" (2Ti 3:17). This type of wisdom comes only from a constant baptism in the Scriptures (Ps 1:2,3), and, applying and experiencing those Scriptures in real life.
After numerous seasons of such emotional cleansing and constructing spiritual intelligence, a man develops quite a crisis-competence and crisis-confidence.
Boys have anger issues; men hold their water well and express emotions redemptively.
Boys have the mood swings of a temperamental Greek goddess. They throw temper tantrums. They storm out. They peel out. They slam doors. They throw things. They hit things. They scream at you. They walk out and leave you hangin’.
A male who acts like this is about eleven years old cognitively. Proverbs 29:11(NIV) says, "Fools give full vent to their rage..." Ecclesiastes 7:9 says, "...anger resides in the lap of fools."
Mature men, though, hold their water well. Their bones may be on fire with aggravation or offense, but the fruits of self-control and patience are sufficiently present to not spew that fire. The most mature men in God’s kingdom rarely become inflamed at all, as Proverbs 17:27 and 19:11 (NIV 1984) say, "...a man of understanding is even-tempered...A man’s wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offense."
This patience, however, is not merely stuffing it, stewing over it, and expressing it in other, detrimental ways. The ultimate indicator of maturity is expressing heated or offended emotions redemptively. Sometimes that means expressing them honestly to the relevant person, but in a redemptive spirit. Sometimes it means expressing them honestly in prayer, but with a forgiving and intercessory heart.
Boys talk at you; men share.
As a soccer coach and youth pastor years ago, I noticed the boys tended to talk at each other, at the girls, and even at me. Their talking was more of a declaration, infomercial, or demand.
Men who are still boys do the same. They talk at their wives; at their congregations; at the bank-teller; at the waitress. These men make you feel as if you just watched the news or just left your boss’ office. They did a whole lot of talking, but you don’t feel any closer to them afterwards.
Mature men share. They know when to declare, when to inform, and when to share their souls in a meaningful way. They stop what they’re doing, lock eyes, and open their heart. They let you in. They share wants and needs, dreams and fears, feelings and reactions. They show humanity and vulnerability.
When a man shares like this, it is a powerful event. His wife feels like the Berlin Wall has come down. She rushes in. The children rush in. The congregation is stirred with compassion and support. Other men are compelled to share. A man opening up is akin to Father God revealing Himself. It is that momentous. It is that mature.
Boys want to be taken care of; men want to be caretakers.
Boys are consumers and takers. They want to be taken care of. They cannot keep a job. They constantly need rescuing. They need a perpetual mother.
Strong women, beware! These types like to attach to you. Purify yourself of the Mother Hen. Purify yourself of the need to rescue and manage. You need a mature man to lead you, not a manchild to need you.
Mature men are producers, providers, and givers. They are caretakers. They want to be caretakers. They are overflowing enough spiritually, emotionally, and in other ways to fill someone else’s cup.
Notice Boaz. He was spiritually abundant enough to not exploit Ruth sexually when she spent the night at his feet (Ru 3:13,14). He was emotionally whole enough to honor the due process for acquiring Ruth legitimately (ch 4). He was financially prosperous enough to care for her even before they were married (2:14-18, 3:15). He was a caretaker in every way. He was mature.
Boys are wanna-bes and copycats; men are peaceful in their own skin.
Boys are a patchwork of people they idolize. They talk like the head frat brother. They dress like Tom Brady. They act like their cousin. They try to preach like John Hagee.
Boys are wanna-bes and copycats. They have not come to a truce with their truest God-designed self.
Mature men are peaceful in their own skin. They do not fidget. They do not move spastically or suddenly. They do not look down or all around. They are not waiting for your approval signals. They can appreciate and learn from others without stealing their personality to add to the patchwork.
Jesus said to love ourselves as the basis for loving others. David beautifully called his own self "my darling" (Ps 22:20, 35:17 KJV). A mature man has grown to the level where he can honestly say of himself, "My darling."
Boys are slobs and sloppy; men are orderly and organized.
It is not cool, guyish, or manly to be slobbish and sloppy–it is gross.
Boys have poor hygiene. They sometimes do not brush their teeth. Or their hair. Or shower. Or use deodorant. Or wear clean clothes. Or clean the toilet seat when they miss.
As an athlete, I continually experience (and smell) the worst of man-boys. Honestly, sometimes I could puke. Then they wonder why their wives are disinterested in sex.
Boys have living quarters that look like atomic bomb testing grounds. Their cars are like motorized landfills. Then they wonder why God won’t give them more money, a bigger business, a bigger ministry, or a woman to care for. C’mon fellas, not everything is a mystery.
Mature men are organized and ordered. They treat their bodies, living quarters, cars, office space–everything–with excellence and efficiency. They know where to find stuff. They smell fresh. They clean the toilet seat.
These are men of excellence. Level-10 brothers. True kings. Maturity is not merely praying up a tizzy and avoiding late-night HBO. It is also being excellent in the little things that affect so much. It is the little foxes that eat up your vineyard and keep God from giving you more (SS 2:15, Lk 16:10).
Boys want a concubine or girlfriend; men want a wife.
Boys are horny and pornographic (horny is very different from sexual.) They are hung up on bikini pics, Victoria’s Secret, racy movies, and pornographic material in general. In this mental state, guys are looking for one of two things: (1) a concubine, or (2) a non marriage-minded girlfriend. The concubine would be a mere sexual partner, and the non marriage-minded girlfriend would keep him unmarried should a "hotter" opportunity arise. Either way, a wife and family is first–from the bottom. (Keep in mind, "boys" can mean thirty, forty, or fifty years old just as easily as thirteen, fourteen, or fifteen.)
Married men can still be in this mental state. They stare. They ogle. They flirt with other women. They make inappropriate comments. They check out internet porn. They have "friendships" with sexual undercurrents.
This is not a man, this is a boy. Mentally, an adolescent boy. Spiritually, if born-again, a baby in Christ. And no, it does not matter if he is a pastor or has a ministry. That is only his position.
Mature men are sexual. Biblically, this is inseparable from a wife and encompasses all three dimensions of his being. Here’s what I mean.
Horny is animalistic and fleeting. It is flesh-deep only. Sexual encompasses a man’s entire being–body, soul, and spirit. To be truly sexual, then, means to experience sex in physical, soulical, and spiritual terms as God intended. All three.
Physically, sex is to create "one flesh" (Mt 19:5), meaning, a physical dependence/need between husband and wife (1Co 7:4). Soulically, it is to create one emotional river, or in the words of the Shulammite, to seal their hearts together (SS 8:6). Spiritually, it is to create a three-way bond or "trinity" between husband, wife, and Christ (1Co 6:15-17).
Thus, a revealing chasm exists between the adolescent-minded, horny male and the mature, sexual man. The mature man has left the childish way of flesh-deep impulses; he has graduated into a one-woman man, an all-encompassing sexuality. Only he is truly sexual. Only he is truly mature.
Smell the Rain.......
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency cesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.
"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would never walk. She would never talk. She would probably be blind. She would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation. And on and on.
"No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.
Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of drugged sleep, growing more and more determined that their tiny daughter would live and live to be a healthy, happy young girl. But David, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of their daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable.
"David walked in and said that we needed to talk about making funeral arrangements," Diana remembers "I felt so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn't listen, I couldn't listen. I said, "No, that is not going to happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors say Danae is not going to die!
One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!"
As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was sentially "raw," every lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort- so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against
their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath the ultra-violet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger. But as weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.
At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later-though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving,much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero - Danae went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no signs, whatsoever, of any mental or physical impairments. Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more-but that happy ending is far from the end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.
Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?". Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Danae closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain."
Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.
During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danaeon His chest- and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

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An ailing mother's prayer is answered by a heavenly visitor as her ailing heart regains its rhythm.
“Get me to the hospital,” I told my husband.
I was put on a ventilator. Double pneumonia had caused heart failure. My husband gave me the bad news. “You’ll be in ICU for a while.”
“But I’ll miss Christmas with the kids!” My children came to the hospital, but our only visiting together was done in the ICU. Each one kissed me good-bye. Oh, Lord, I feel like everyone got cheated out of Christmas this year.
One week later, still in ICU, my heart rate became rapid. Now I was scared. Lord, I’m sorry I complained about Christmas, I thought. Now I realize I just want to get well.
I drifted off. Something woke me in the middle of the night. The room was lit up brighter than daylight. A woman with long black hair stood beside my bed. I noticed her white coat and stethoscope.
I hadn’t been cared for by this doctor before. She held her hand over my chest. Without saying a word she left the room, taking the bright light with her.
I asked the nurse about her the next day. “She had long black hair.”
“I can’t imagine who you might be talking about,” the nurse said. “No one fits that description.”
Later that morning my doctor came in. He called my night visitor “a mystery.” Or, the first mystery.
“The second is your heart rate,” he said. “It’s slowed down considerably. You’ll be home in no time.”
I may have spent Christmas in the hospital, but I got the best gift of all—a reminder that God is everywhere, even the ICU.