In light of Don Miller's "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years," I realized that I have trouble remembering. It gets hazy around 5 years old, and even then, I can only recall a couple events. Now, I don't have a long-term memory problem, but if I feel as if I don't write my life down, I won't think twice about it. And honestly, I can't think of that many things happening this past year, so I hope this will show me how I can live a more meaningful life.Plus, when I die, then I'll have stuff to talk to God about because right now, I think we'd have like an hour tops.
What does it take to be a man? Is it being tall in stature? Maybe possessing a muscular might? How about having a bushy beard, smelling of pine and wearing a worn out flannel shirt? Do these things make a man? I ask because through the years, our definition has seemed to change. No longer is a man held to responsibility because he is a man, but rather manhood is classified once a certain age is reached. This is telling of our times.
Unequivocally, a man is he who loves deeply with his heart and who cherishes with the whole of his soul. A man is he who accepts his responsibility of adulthood, of manhood. A man is not built on age but rather on experience, on the blazing battles he has waged against those who come against him and his closely-held morals. A real man is the one who deserves the love of a good, Godly woman because he himself is of God, holy and prayerful. Strong in character yet meek in presence, a man stands tall and willfully fulfills his obligations, doing so with set determination. A man is he who puts others before himself and simply does not know the meaning of “selfish”. Meaningful and honorable, a man is he who can be admired but also readily relied upon.
Yet in these times, this man is the exception rather than the rule. Yes, the goodly men are there, humbly working toward that which is theirs but those foul, lacking many have made them in to a rarity, something to behold if ever witnessed. Today, this has never been more true.
Though they may be rare, they are rightly needed. Righteous, wonderful women need the men who will hold them tight, protecting them and providing for them while supporting them in all they do. A man of this nature is needed to lead his own while the world seems to be frantically spinning toward all that we fear. Yes yes yes, these times call for more real men to be borne, to be brought about…for they are needed now more than ever. Now, today, in this moment, the meaningful man is needed.
(via deechoy)
how men should love and respect women.
… because there’s too many questions and not enough days in the week.
1. Spring is upon us - are socks and sandals okay?
Socks are terrific. Sandals are a supremely pleasurable type of footwear. With that said, as a pairing they are the equivalent of Peanut Butter & BBQ sauce. Sure Peanut…
haha this is a hilarious blog. some of the stuff is actually quite helpful…i’m impressed :)
The Darker Regions of the Soul
So, this snippet comes from a book I’m reading: Wild at Heart by John Eldredge
I hope you’re getting the picture by now. If a man does not find those things for which his heart is made, if he is never even invited to live for them from his deep heart, he will look for them in some other way. Why is pornography the number one snare for men? A man longs for beauty, but without his fierce and passionate heart, he cannot find her or win her or keep her. Though he is powerfully drawn to the woman, he does not know how to fight for her or even that he is to fight for her. Rather, he finds her mostly a mystery that he knows he cannot solve, and so at a soul level, he keeps his distance. And privately, secretly, he turns to the imitation. What makes pornography so addictive is that more than anything else in a lost man’s life, it makes him feel like a man without ever requiring a thing of him. The less a guy feels like a real man in the presence of a real woman, the more vulnerable he is to porn.
And so, a man’s heart driven to the darker regions of the soul, denied the very things he most deeply desires, comes out in darker places. Now, a man’s struggles, his wounds and addictions, are a bit more involved than that, but those are the core reasons. As the poet George Herbert warned, “He begins to die, that quits his desires.” And you know what? We all know it. Every man knows that something’s happened, something’s gone wrong…we just don’t know what it is.
I think I’ve found a beauty worth pursuing, worth fighting for. Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy. Now that’s a story!
