But A Wound Unfelt Is A Wound

Christianity Has Basically Communicated To Men That The Reason God Put You On This Earth Is To Be A Good Boy. Mind Your Manners, Be A Nice Guy. That's Soul Killing!

There Is Something Else I Am After, Out Here In The Wild. I Am Searching For An Even More Elusive Prey . . . Something That Can Only Be Found Through The Help Of Wilderness. I Am Looking For My Heart.

When Winter Fails To Provide An Adequate Snow Base, My Boys Bring Their Sleds In The House And Ride Them Down The Stairs. Just The Other Day, My Wife Found Them With A Rope Out Their Second-story Bedroom Window, Preparing To Rappel Down The Side Of The House. The Recipe For Fun Is Pretty Simple Raising Boys: Add To Any Activity An Element Of Danger, Stir In A Little Exploration, Add A Dash Of Destruction, And You've Got Yourself A Winner.

Don't Climb On That, Don't Break Anything, Don't Be So Aggressive, Don't Be So Noisy, Don't Be So Messy, Don't Make Such Crazy Risks. But God's Design - Which He Placed In Boys As The Picture Of Himself - Is A Resounding Yes. Be Fierce, Be Wild, Be Passionate.

A Man Does Not Go To A Woman To Get His Strength; He Goes To Her To Offer It.