Why are there so few men in the church?

On any given Sunday, all across the world, churches are likely to have more women in the pews than men. Some estimates place the so-called “gender gap” in America at 61 percent women versus 39 percent men (www.uscongregations.org). That means that every Sunday there are millions more women attending church than men.

There are several theories put forward for why, comparatively, there are so few men attending church. One theory is that the church’s teachings, emphasizing humility, holiness, and introspection, are seen by some men as “weak” or somehow less than masculine. Men are looking to be challenged with a “bold” message of adventure, danger, and aggressiveness.

Finding the right activities to attract men is also a challenge for many churches. Some congregations make an extra effort to provide times of fellowship and bonding for men by adding hunting expeditions, fishing trips, sports, etc., to their schedules.

Another theory is that many churches, knowingly or unknowingly, create a feminine atmosphere with their décor. Floral arrangements, pastel colors, frilly curtains, and pictures of passive, pastoral scenes make for a peaceful ambiance, but they tend to make men feel a disconnect. Some churches attempt to appeal to masculine sensibilities by changing their décor to something edgier, darker, more robust, and less nurturing.

Another explanation for why there are so few men in church has to do with the stereotypical masculine ego. Men are naturally self-reliant, headstrong, and proud, the theory goes, and are therefore naturally more resistant to the divine call to humility and submission. The gospel confronts our need, and men are often averse to admitting neediness.

There are other hypotheses, such as upbringing. Most men were reared by fathers who did not attend church services and so have no role model for masculine involvement in a church. There is the suggestion that men, the traditional breadwinners, are too busy working—or enjoying their day off work—to commit to a church. And overly sentimental church music is sometimes mentioned as something that keeps men away, too.

There might be a grain of truth in each of these theories, but none of them fully explain the gender gap in modern churches. No one rejects church simply because of frilly curtains or a sappy song; there is most likely a deeper problem.

Truth be told, followers of Christ have always included a large percentage of women. Luke 8:3 says there were “many” women who supported Jesus and His disciples during their ministry. At Jesus’ crucifixion, “many women were there, watching from a distance. They had followed Jesus from Galilee to care for his needs” (Matthew 27:55). And, of course, it was a group of women who first found the empty tomb (Luke 24:22).

The message of Christ is universal. Following Christ includes adventure, risk, and purpose. Churches should preach the Word and challenge, nurture, and encourage all their members, male and female. Any church that turns the gospel into a soft, congenial message; minimizes the cost of discipleship; or imputes weakness to Christ does its people a disservice. Charles Spurgeon decried such a watered-down message in his day: “There has got abroad a notion, somehow, that if you become a Christian you must sink your manliness and turn milksop.”

Men avoid church for a variety of reasons, and church leaders should be aware of those possible reasons as they reach out to young men, husbands, and fathers. Men should be challenged to emulate the heroes of the faith—robust men such as Moses, Elijah, and Peter. The Christian life should be presented as the adventure it truly is. And we should pray that God would increase the number of men who recognize their God-given responsibilities and who are unafraid to commit their talents and service to a local church.

P.s : While doing my research on this topic because it very dear to me. I came across this article.  So  I did not write this.





Not long after King Solomon died, a little boy was born in the land of Gilead, east of the river Jordan.   The Bible does not tell us anything about his parents, not even their names. But they must have been  very good people,because they called their precious little son Elijah, which means “My God is Jehovah”.

What a wonderful name for a boy!

No doubt his parents dedicated him to God from his birth, and prayed that he would up to be be a brave and noble champion of truth and right.

From time to time, in their little home far from Jerusalem, they heard about the dreadful things going on in the holy city – how the idols that Solomon’s wives had set up were now being worshiped all over the place – and they made up their minds that whatever happened they would remain true to Jehovah, the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and David.

By and B news reached them but Jeroboam, the new King of Israel, had even made golden calves and told the people that these were the gods that brought them out of Egypt!

Elijah grew up at a time when people were taking sides between God of heaven and the gods of the heathen. As he talked with other boys he knew, some of them would say “We worship Baal; he’s the best god ” and the others ” We like Ashtoreth better; you should just see what goes on in front of that idol” and still others “We go to Moloch’s temple, things are much more exciting there.” And then Elijah would say, very bravely, “But my God is Jehovah.”

Nothing could move him from this stand. No matter how much the other boys and girls jeered at him, he would answer them fearlessly, “My God is Jehovah.”

The more he saw of the evil that was done in connection with worship of idols,the more sure he was that he was right. How could the people be so blind,so stupid, he wondered , as to think that God was pleased with all this wickedness? How  could they believe that He wanted little children burned as sacrifices, as was done in the temple of Moloch? It was all wrong, so very wrong, that it made him resolve to give himself, his life, his all to teaching  the people about the true God.

Talking with other boys and girls, mixing with the people in village market places, or alone on the mountainside, he would tell himself again and again,” My God is Jehovah,” ” My “God is Jehovah.”

So his name became part of himself. And people came to know him as the strange lad who hated idols and worshiped God of heaven. They said he was old-fashioned and out of date. They told him he wouldn’t get anywhere in life if he held on to such foolish notions.  But God’s eye was upon him. Here was a boy He could use.Here was the  champion  He was looking for !

And what a destiny was his!

Today,  Nearly three thousand years later, the eyes of the Lord still run “to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.” Everywhere  His ears are listening eagerly for those precious words of loyalty , “My God is Jehovah!”  Blessed are the boys and girls who utter them from loved filled hearts . What a destiny lies before them! How much God will do for them, here and hereafter!

You too  can be a boy or a girl with a wonderful name. Just make the same decision as did Elijah. Say “My God is Jehovah,” just  now and mean it.



Lost Faith

There was once a young man who done his best, every night he would pray that the Lord should answer his prayers, he prayed so long he turned atheist. He got tired of getting on two knees, hands together eyes to sky, looking for drops of intervention, all he got was drops of tears running down his cheeks. He lost faith.

Why?… Was his faith not strong enough.

They told him be like Job, “he went through worse than you have”. He said looking that at them with puffy eyes full of eyes. “at least Job had it before he lost it, it better to have it and lost, better than not having at all”.

Not knowing what to say, they tried to conform him scripture but they could not think of any.

The young man walked away. With his head and faith broken.


Just sitting, staring at my screen not sure what to even write. It  is hard for me to write anything on just any topic I have to be motivated.  It not that I am not motivated, it just I have no passion to write really. If anyone reads this they got a lot of time on their hands. Time what a strange thing, we all have specific to do specific things, things can even get intense that we do not even have enough time to finish those things. I think I will name this post “Time” why not I have spoken about time for the last two sentences. Thinking of getting involved into digital journalism, not sure why maybe because I got a camera I hardly ever use and I also like news, well we shall see in due time. oh I just mentioned time again, keeping doing it time and time again. That is the end of that am wasting too much time writing this and nobody my even read it. They will see my title called time and just keep on scrolling down. It happens every TIME.