Today I will take an excerpt from one of the latest books I’m reading “Wild at Heart” by John Eldridge. I hope he does not mind that I share this with you:
If by some chance Mr. Eldridge is reading this (the world is strange that way), thank you for the inspiration, and I hope others can be inspired by this as well.
“The way a man’s life unfolds nowadays tends to drive his heart into remote regions of the soul. Endless hours at a computer screen; selling shoes at the mall; meetings, memos, phone calls. The business world-where the majority of American men live and die?” (edit by AlphaDragon: the rest of the world is getting this way too, not just in the US) "-requires a man to be efficient and punctual. Corporate policies and procedures are designed with one aim: to harness a man to the plow and make him produce. But the soul refuses to be harnessed; it knows nothing of Day Timers and deadlines and P&L statements. The soul longs for passion, for freedom, for life. As D.H. Lawrence said, ‘I am not a mechanism.’ A man needs to feel the rhythms of the earth; he needs to have in hand something real-the tiller of a boat, a set of reins, the roughness of rope, or simply a shovel. Can a man live all his days to keep his fingernails clean and trim? Is that what a boy dreams of?
Society at large can’t make up its mind about men. Having spent the last thirty years redefining masculinity into something more sensitive, safe, manageable and, well, feminine, it now berates men for not being men. ‘Boys will be boys,’ they sigh. As though if a man were to truly grow up he would forsake wildness and wanderlust and settle down, be at home forever in Aunt Polly’s parlor. ‘Where are all the real men?’ is a regular fare for talk shows and new books.
YOU ASKED THEM TO BE WOMEN, I want to say.
The result is a gender confusion never experienced at such a wide level in the history of the world. How can a man know he is one when his highest aim is minding his manners?
The problem with men, we are told, is that they don’t know how to keep their promises, be spiritual leaders, talk to their wives, or raise their children. But, if they try real hard they can reach the lofty summit of becoming ‘a nice guy’.
Now let me ask my male readers: In all your boyhood dreams growing up, did you ever dream of becoming a Nice Guy? (Ladies, was the Prince of your dreams dashing?or merely nice?)
There are three desires I find written so deeply into my heart I know now I can no longer disregard them without losing my soul. They are core to who and what I am and yearn to be. I gaze into boyhood, I search the pages of literature, I listen carefully to many, many men, and I am convinced these desires are universal, a clue into masculinity itself. They may be misplaced, forgotten, or misdirected, but in the heart of every man is a desperate desire for:
-a battle to fight
-an adventure to live
-a beauty to rescue"
(Bulletized by the poster in order to make the point clearly.)
"Which would you rather have said of you: ‘Harry? Sure I know him. He’s a real sweet guy.’ Or ‘Yes, I know Harry. He’s a dangerous man…in a really good way.’ Ladies, how about you? Which man would you rather have as your mate? And as for your own femininity, which would you rather have said of you-that you are a ‘tireless worker.’ Or that you are a ‘captivating woman?’
That’s enough plagirism. =P
Btw, he also says that not every woman wants a battle to fight, but every woman yearns to be fought for. Every woman also wants an adventure to share, and not to BE the adventure. Finally, every woman wants to have a beauty to unveil.
I could go on and on about this book (and this is just about 2 pages of excerpts), but I’ll leave it with this.