The Great Rib Robbery

“The woman was made of a rib out of the side of Adam; not made out of his head to rule over him, nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved.”

– Matthew Henry

Over the years, Eve has been robbed of her rib. She has been trod underfoot, abused, ridiculed and treated with disdain as if she was made out of the dust of Adam’s feet. She and her daughters have been stripped of their equality with man, reduced to a subordinate and sometimes even worse, subhuman. But this was not God’s intent; this is not God’s idea. In fact when this worldview is held, God is mocked for he upholds the value, equality and dignity of women.

When God made Eve out of Adam’s rib, He had in mind two individuals who would complement each other and who would make a strong and dynamic team. For example, when a farmer puts two oxen together to work his fields, he doesn’t put two unequal animals together. The oxen are similar in size and strength so they will pull the plough evenly. They work together as equal partners of the team.

Some have questioned why Eve was not made of dust just like Adam, but if she had been, she would have been separate and second to the male. This is not what God had in mind. When he formed Eve from Adam’s rib, this meant as two halves of a whole, they were the same created being; thus equal. Because she was made of the same DNA, the same attributes as Adam she would strengthen and powerfully help Adam. And because God is perfect and his creation is perfect, she was as perfect a creation as Adam.

In the Hebrew language, the phrase ezer kenegdow means a powerful and extensive aid and support. Sometimes the phrase was used to depict military forces and in other places it was used for God’s deliverance from harm or attack. So this term is a strong and powerful term that was to define Eve. She was to be a strong and active helpmeet to Adam, someone who was not subordinate in any way, but would complement him. Eve’s different characteristics and attributes were designed to strengthen Adam’s weaknesses and his strengths would complement her weaknesses. It was to be a perfect fit as the bone joint in its socket. This was to be a relationship build on equality.

God’s thoughts and ways are much higher than man’s. God loves women with an everlasting, enduring love. He weeps when women suffer at the hands of those who are to cherish and protect us. He weeps when women are degraded systemically in the society in which they live.

Remember you are equal, made equal, made of the same stuff and you are loved by the Almighty.


He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

I heard my father’s hate filled jeers, I beheld my mother’s tears,

Daughters too felt the blows, how many times, God only knows.

Societal norms instill, woman are low, kingship on man bestow.

Eve’s curse our destiny besmears, our life course she steers.


Wed me not, no husband dears; repeated abuse are my fears.


Then tall and charming caught my heart; fears of abuse depart.

Love crept in, covered my eye, caution to the wind – goodbye.

This love is different; I believed the lie; I reasoned not why.

Desired love betrayed the heart even the day he called me “tart”.


Confined for life, “No friends for you. You’re talking to who?

Jump high, jump low; take my blows. I tell you where you can go.”

A girlfriend for you, O no! It’s my right to make you eat crow.”

Jealous control, “No freedom for you; I will tell you what you can do.”


Debased I hear, “You dirty cow, take this shove.” This is not love!

Mother-in-law defends her son, “Forget what he has done.”

Twisted advice I will shun for the damage cannot be undone.

Lady, this is not pure love; your son defies the God above.


I was designed a helpmeet; co-equal, not to live in defeat.

Created to be by his side, equality and friendship abide.

The enemy lied; we’re made of the rib to stand side-by-side,

Broken-heart, love deplete. Only in God I am complete.


Created in God’s image, value Eve’s daughters in every age,

God’s handiwork flawless, my hurt His wondrous love caress.

His glance heals my distress; my broken heart would He possess.

Healing engage, love divine, my bruised body assuage.