All the stories we tell borrow their power from the Great Story God is writing.

Then our sons in their youth

The glory of children are their Fathers.

Who is he? 

What is he like? 

Is he available? 

Deeper still, is he interested? 

 I have no idea where I’m going. But I know exactly how to get there.

Salvation is a process, not an event.

Pointing to his disciples, Jesus said, “These are my brothers and sisters, my true family. Whoever does the will of my Father is my family.”

Both the one who makes people holy and those who are made holy are of the same family. So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers and sisters.

Answers before questions do harm to the soul.

We’re lost males, all of us, cast adrift from the community of men, cut off from our masculine heritage—abandoned to machines, organizations, fantasies, drugs.

It's all up to me.

I’m way behind.

It’s too late. 

I am all alone.  

It’s not up to me.

I’m on time.

I have more than enough.

I am being led by a good, true, and beautiful Father who is brilliantly orchestrating my rescue, redemption, and masculine initiation. 

In fiction, we should have no agenda except to be truthful.

I can remember those early years when it seemed to me I was cut completely adrift, and times when, looking back at earlier times, it seemed I had been wandering in the dark woods of error. But now it looks to me as though I was following a path that was laid out for me, unbroken, and maybe even as straight as possible, from one end to the other, and I have this feeling, which never leaves me anymore, that I have been led.

How do I become the kind of man whose ever-increasing inner experience is that of being led?