We Are Made In The Image Of

The Most Dangerous Man On Earth Is The Man Who Has Reckoned With His Own Death. All Men Die; Few Men Ever Really Live.

A Man Needs A Much Bigger Orbit Than A Woman. He Needs A Mission, A Life Purpose, And He Needs To Know His Name. Only Then Is He Fit For A Woman, For Only Then Does He Have Something To Invite Her Into.

We Have No Idea Who We Really Are. Whatever Glory Bestowed, Whatever Glory Is Being Restored, We Thought The Whole Christian Thing Was About... Something Else. Trying Not To Sin. Going To Church. Being Nice. Jesus Says It Is About Healing Your Heart, Setting It Free, Restoring Your Glory. A Religious Fog Has Tried To Veil All That, Put Us Under Some Sort Of Spell Or Amnesia, To Keeup Us From Coming Alive.

I Wasn't Mean; I Wasn't Evil. I Was Nice. And Let Me Tell You, A Hesitant Man Is The Last Thing In The World A Woman Needs. She Needs A Lover And A Warrior, Not A Really Nice Guy.

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.