But A Wound Unfelt Is A Wound

Am I Really A Man? Have I Got What It Takeswhen It Counts?

A Soldier Surrounded By Enemies, If He Is To Cut His Way Out, Needs To Combine A Strong Desire For Living With A Strange Carelessness About Dying. He Must Not Merely Cling To Life, For Then He Will Be A Coward, And Will Not Escape. He Must Not Merely Wait For Death, For Then He Will Be A Suicide, And Will Not Escape. He Must Seek His Life In A Spirit Of Furious Indifference To It; He Must Desire Life Like Water And Yet Drink Death Like Wine.

Every Man Is A Warrior Inside. But The Choice To Fight Is His Own.

Of Course, None Of This Can Happen For Us Until We Give Our Lives Back To God. We Cannot Know The Joy Or The Life Or The Freedom Of Heart I've Described Until We Surrender Our Lives To Jesus And Surrender Them Totally... We Turn, And Give Ourselves Body, Soul, And Spirit Back To God, Asking Him To Cleanse Our Hearts And Make Them New. And He Does. He Gives Us A New Heart. And He Comes To Dwell There, In Our Hearts.

Desire, Both The Whispers And The Shouts, Is The Map We Have Been Given To Find The Only Life Worth Living.