I recently had a conversation with someone at work about one of my favorite books of all time: Wild at Heart by John Eldredge.
What I came to realize in the course of the conversation was that it was time to read the book again, so I decided that a good way to process my way through the book is to blog about it as I go.
The very first thing that recaptured my attention is a section John calls "Westward Expansion Against the Soul."
As I read the words Eldredge has written about the feminization of masculinity in our culture I can see how the pressure around me tries to force me to be more tame, predictable, safe, sensitive, manageable, efficient, and all the other adjectives and labels we use to refer to the "nice" guy.
Just as our society puts unrealistic and damaging expectations on women to be perfect, I feel that there is an unrealistic expectation for men to be "nice."
Think about it. The highest complement we can dole out is, "He is such a nice young man."
But who wants a "nice" guy?
Nice guys don't make great men.
Being a father has been an interesting exercise for me.
I love my sons and I don't like to see them hurt, so far too often I find myself instructing and teaching them to play it safe. But often enough I remember that they are boys, that they will someday be men, and that to be the men that God designed them to be they will need to know their way around the wilderness.
The wilderness has a special place in the narrative of men.
Adam was formed in the wilderness.
God met Moses in the wilderness.
Jacob wrestled with the Angel in the wilderness.
Elijah sought God in the wilderness.
John the Baptist lived in the wilderness.
Even Jesus spent time in the wilderness before He began His ministry on earth.
And like these men, and countless others, I want my sons to know the strength that comes from understanding their "wild side." Heck, I want for myself to know the strength that comes from understanding my wild side.
As I continued to read through the words Eldredge left behind as a treasure map for men I found myself invigorated. It was as if the deep in John was calling to the deep in me and awakening something that had been dormant for years.
I started to see how I had let the "safe" back into my life in so many ways and how the real heart of God was to call me out of bondage and into His promise for my life. My problem is that the safety of my bondage is easy. Just like the Israelites who yearned to return to Egypt after God delivered them from the hands of Pharaoh, I wanted to go back to what I knew even though I knew it would kill me.
But that does not have to be my story.
I don't have to be led around in the desert for my whole life because I am afraid of the battle before me. I can make the choice to find God in the wilderness and let Him lead me where, when, and how He sees fit.
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