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OTHER BOOKS BY JOHN ELDREDGE

Love and War (with Stasi Eldredge)

Fathered by God

Walking with God

Waking the Dead

Captivating (with Stasi Eldredge)

Epic

Desire

The Sacred Romance (with Brent Curtis)

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W I L D atH E A R T

D I S C O V E R I N G T H E S E C R E T

o f A M A N S S O U L

J O H N E L D R E D G E

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2001, 2010 by John Eldredge

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For Samuel, Blaine, and Luke.

I love your warrior hearts. You definitely have what it takes.

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgmentsix

Introductionxi

C H A P T E R 1 Wild at Heart1

C H A P T E R 2 The Wild One Whose Image We Bear21

C H A P T E R 3 The Question That Haunts Every Man41

C H A P T E R 4 The Wound61

C H A P T E R 5 The Battle for a Mans Heart79

C H A P T E R 6 The Fathers Voice99

C H A P T E R 7 Healing the Wound121

C H A P T E R 8 A Battle to Fight: The Enemy141

C H A P T E R 9 A Battle to Fight: The Strategy159

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C H A P T E R 10 A Beauty to Rescue181

C H A P T E R 11 An Adventure to Live199

C H A P T E R 12 Writing the Next Chapter221

Epilogue223

AppendixThe Daily Prayer

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A Prayer for Sexual Healing230

Excerpt from Fathered by God235

About the Author256

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

My deep thanks to those who have helped me climb thismountain:

Sam, Blaine, Luke, Jenny, Aaron, Morgan, Cherie, Julie, Gary,Leigh, Travis, Sealy, and Stasi. Brian and Kyle at Thomas Nelson.The Thursday night poker group. And all those who have beenpraying for me, near and far.

Brent, for teaching me more about what it means to be a manthan anyone else ever has, and Craig, for taking up the sword.

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INTRODUCTION

I know. I almost want to apologize. Dear Lorddo we really needanother book for men?

Nope. We need something else. We need permission.Permission to be what we aremen made in Gods image.

Permission to live from the heart and not from the list of shouldand ought to that has left so many of us tired and bored.

Most messages for men ultimately fail. The reason is simple:they ignore what is deep and true to a mans heart, his real pas-sions, and simply try to shape him up through various forms ofpressure. This is the man you ought to be. This is what a goodhusband/father/Christian/churchgoer ought to do. Fill in theblanks from there. He is responsible, sensitive, disciplined, faith-ful, diligent, dutiful, etc. Many of these are good qualities. Thatthese messengers are well-intentioned I have no doubt. But theroad to hell, as we remember, is paved with good intentions.That they are a near total failure should seem obvious by now.

No, men need something else. They need a deeper under-standing of why they long for adventures and battles and aBeautyand why God made them just like that. And they need adeeper understanding of why women long to be fought for, to beswept up into adventure, and to be the Beauty. For that is howGod made them as well.

So I offer this book, not as the seven steps to being a betterChristian, but as a safari of the heart to recover a life of freedom,

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passion, and adventure. I believe it will help men get their heartbackand women as well. Moreover, it will help women tounderstand their men and help them live the life they both want.That is my prayer for you.

TEN YEARS LATER

Last week my boysnow young menand I had reason to visitour old neighborhood and the house they grew up in and spentall their boyhood years in. It was a poignant experience. I cantbelieve we used to play tag in that yard, Luke said. Its tiny.The front yard was once a kingdom for games and battles; nowit could be crossed in a few strides of their long legs. No way,said Blaine stepping inside, these steps were gigantic. Thefamous steps they used to leap from the top landing into myarms below. I cant believe how small it all seems. You have hadsimilar experiencesplaces and people that once loomedmythic lose their granduer when we return to them at a differenttime, in a different state of mind.

I feared such would happen when I reopened the pages ofthis book.

It is ten years since I wrote Wild at Heart. A lot of water haspassed under the bridge. My boys are off at college now. Thelines in my face have deepened. Ive logged a lot of miles withmen in this time. I have more than a few new scars. Would I stillbelieve what I wrote? Would it have proven true in the tenrugged years since I set these thoughts down?

The answer ismore so. It is actually truer, if such a thing can be, far truer than I knew

as a younger man. It rings eternal, and universal. God was in itthen; he is in it still.

Jesus gave us a beautiful and simple test for the measure of

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anything when he said, almost offhand, You will know them bytheir fruits (Matt. 7:16 NASB). A cut-to-the-chase test. You canhold it up to reveal a church, movement, man, or nation. Whatis the fruit? What does it leave in its wake? Ive found it an imme-diate and revealing test.

And I am humbled to say, the fruit of this little book hasbeen, well, unlike anything Ive ever seen. Utterly phenomenal.It has healed the lives of prisoners in Colombia, set the hearts ofCatholic priests free in Slovakia. It has reached the halls ofCongress and the back rooms of homeless shelters, restored thefamilies of men in Australia, launched a movement of freedomand redemption in men around the world. It works. But you neednttake my word for it. Come and see for yourself.

I have tried to bring to this tenth anniversary edition the les-sons we have learned since the books release, tried to clarifyissues that brought confusion, and most importantly, added thepractical guidance men need to realize the promise of this book.You will want to know that I also wrote a Field Manual to goalong with it, a guided workbook that will deepen and ensureyour experience with God here. Many men have found it help-ful. We also created a DVD series that men have used in smallbands of brothers with tremendous results.

May God find you through these pages, and restore you ashis man.

John EldredgeColorado, 2010

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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how thestrong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done thembetter. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strivesvaliantly . . . who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; whospends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the endthe triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, atleast fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be withthose cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

TEDDY ROOSEVELT

The kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and violent men take it byforce.

MATTHEW 11:12 NASB

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CH A P T E R ON E

WILD AT HEART

The heart of a man is like deep water . . .PROVERBS 20:5 NKJV

The spiritual life cannot be made suburban. It is always frontier, andwe who live in it must accept and even rejoice that it remainsuntamed.

HOWARD MACEY

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commencesI cant look at hobbles and I cant stand fencesDont fence me in.

COLE PORTERDont Fence Me In

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At last, I am surrounded by wilderness. The wind in thetop of the pines behind me sounds like the ocean. Wavesare rushing in from the great blue above, cresting upon

the ridge of the mountain I have climbed, somewhere in theSawatch Range of central Colorado. Spreading out below me thelandscape is a sea of sagebrush for mile after lonesome mile.Zane Grey immortalized it as the purple sage, but most of theyear its more of a silver gray. This is the kind of country youcould ride across for days on horseback without seeing anotherliving soul. Today, I am on foot. Though the sun is shining thisafternoon, it will not warm above thirty here near theContinental Divide, and the sweat I worked up scaling this faceis now making me shiver. It is late October and winter is comingon. In the distance, nearly a hundred miles south by southwest,the San Juan Mountains are already covered in snow.

The aroma of the pungent sage still clings to my jeans, and itclears my head as I gasp for airin notably short supply at 10,000feet. I am forced to rest again, even though I know that eachpause broadens the distance between me and my quarry. Still, theadvantage has always been his. Though the tracks I found thismorning were freshonly a few hours oldthat holds littlepromise. A bull elk can easily cover miles of rugged country inthat amount of time, especially if he is wounded or on the run.

The wapiti, as the Indians called him, is one of the most elu-sive creatures we have left in the lower forty-eight. They are theghost kings of the high country, more cautious and wary than

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deer, and more difficult to track. They live at higher elevations,and travel farther in a day, than nearly any other game. The bullsespecially seem to carry a sixth sense to human presence. A fewtimes Ive gotten close; the next moment they are gone, vanish-ing silently into aspen groves so thick you wouldnt havebelieved a rabbit could get through.

It wasnt always this way. For centuries elk lived out on theprairies, grazing together on the rich grasses in vast numbers. Inthe spring of 1805 Meriwether Lewis described passing herdslolling about in the thousands as he made his way in search of aNorthwest Passage. At times the curious wandered so close hecould throw sticks at them, like bucolic dairy cows blocking theroad. But by the end of the century westward expansion hadpushed the elk high up into the Rocky Mountains. Now they areelusive, hiding out at timberline like outlaws until heavy snowsforce them down for the winter. If you would seek them now, itis on their terms, in forbidding haunts well beyond the reach ofcivilization.

And that is why I come. And why I linger here still, letting the old bull get away. My

hunt, you see, actually has little to do with elk. I knew thatbefore I came. There is something else I am after, out here in thewild. I am searching for an even more elusive prey . . . somethingthat can only be found through the help of wilderness.

I am looking for my heart.

WILD AT HEART

This is the account of the heavens and the earth when they

were created. When the LORD God made the earth and the

heavensand no shrub of the field had yet appeared on the

earth and no plant of the field had yet sprung up, for the LORD


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God had not sent rain on the earth and there was no man to

work the ground, but streams came up from the earth and

watered the whole surface of the groundthe LORD God

formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into

his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living

being. Now the LORD God had planted a garden in the east, in

Eden; and there he put the man he had formed. (Gen. 2:4-8)

Eve was created within the lush beauty of Edens garden. ButAdam, if youll notice, was created from the earth itself, from theclay. In the record of our beginnings, the second chapter ofGenesis makes it clear: man was born from the outback, from theuntamed part of creation. Afterward he is brought to Eden. Andever since then boys have never been at home indoors, and menhave had an insatiable longing to explore. We long to return; itswhen most men come alive. As John Muir said, when a mancomes to the mountains, he comes home. The core of a mansheart is undomesticated and that is good. I am not alive in anoffice, as one Northface ad has it. I am not alive in a taxi cab. Iam not alive on a sidewalk. Amen to that. Their conclusion?Never stop exploring.

My gender seems to need little encouragement. It comesnaturally, like our innate love of maps. In 1260 Marco Poloheaded off to find China, and in 1967, when I was seven, I triedto dig a hole straight through from our backyard with my friendDanny Wilson. We gave up at about eight feet, but it made agreat fort. Hannibal crosses his famous Alps, and there comes aday in a boys life when he first crosses the street and enters thecompany of the great explorers. Scott and Amundsen race forthe South Pole, Peary and Cook vie for the North, and when lastsummer I gave my boys some loose change and permission toride their bikes down to the store to buy a soda, youd have

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thought Id given them a charter to go find the equator. Magellansails due west, around the tip of South Americadespite warn-ings that he and his crew will drop off the end of the earthandHuck Finn heads off down the Mississippi ignoring similarthreats. Powell follows the Colorado into the Grand Canyon,even thoughno, becauseno one has done it before and every-one is saying it cant be done.

And so my boys and I stood on the bank of the Snake Riverin the spring of 98, feeling that ancient urge to shove off. Snowmelt was high that year, unusually high, and the river had over-flowed its banks and was surging through the trees on both sides.Out in the middle of the river, which is crystal clear in late sum-mer but that day looked like chocolate milk, logs were floatingdown, large tangles of branches bigger than a car, and whoknows what else. High and muddy and fast, the Snake was for-bidding. No other rafters could be seen. Did I mention it wasraining? But we had a brand-new canoe and the paddles were inhand and, sure, I have never floated the Snake in a canoe, norany other river for that matter, but what the heck. We jumped inand headed off into the unknown, like Livingstone plunging intothe interior of dark Africa.

Adventure, with all its requisite danger and wildness, is adeeply spiritual longing written into the soul of man. The mas-culine heart needs a place where nothing is prefabricated, mod-ular, nonfat, zip lock, franchised, on-line, microwavable. Wherethere are no deadlines, cell phones, or committee meetings.Where there is room for the soul. Where, finally, the geographyaround us corresponds to the geography of our heart. Look atthe heroes of the biblical text: Moses does not encounter the liv-ing God at the mall. He finds him (or is found by him) some-where out in the deserts of Sinai, a long way from the comfortsof Egypt. The same is true of Jacob, who has his wrestling match


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with God not on the living room sofa but in a wadi somewhereeast of the Jabbok, in Mesopotamia. Where did the greatprophet Elijah go to recover his strength? To the wild. As didJohn the Baptist, and his cousin, Jesus, who is led by the Spirit intothe wilderness.

Whatever else those explorers were after, they were alsosearching for themselves. Deep in a mans heart are some funda-mental questions that simply cannot be answered at the kitchentable. Who am I? What am I made of? What am I destined for?It is fear that keeps a man at home where things are neat andorderly and under his control. But the answers to his deepest ques-tions are not to be found on television or in the refrigerator. Outthere on the burning desert sands, lost in a trackless waste,Moses received his lifes mission and purpose. He is called out,called up into something much bigger than he ever imagined,much more serious than CEO or prince of Egypt. Under for-eign stars, in the dead of night, Jacob received a new name, hisreal name. No longer is he a shrewd business negotiator, but nowhe is one who wrestles with God. The wilderness trial of Christis, at its core, a test of his identity. If you are who you think youare . . . If a man is ever to find out who he is and what hes herefor, he has got to take that journey for himself.

He has got to get his heart back.

WESTWARD EXPANSION AGAINST THE SOUL

The way a mans life unfolds nowadays tends to drive his heartinto remote regions of the soul. Endless hours at a computerscreen; selling shoes at the mall; meetings, memos, phone calls.The business worldwhere the majority of American men liveand dierequires a man to be efficient and punctual. Corporatepolicies and procedures are designed with one aim: to harness

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a man to the plow and make him produce. But the soul refusesto be harnessed; it knows nothing of Day Timers and deadlinesand P&L statements. The soul longs for passion, for freedom, forlife. As D. H. Lawrence said, I am not a mechanism. A manneeds to feel the rhythms of the earth; he needs to have in handsomething realthe tiller of a boat, a set of reins, the roughnessof rope, or simply a shovel. Can a man live all his days to keephis fingernails clean and trim? Is that what a boy dreams of?

Society at large cant make up its mind about men. Havingspent the last thirty years redefining masculinity into somethingmore sensitive, safe, manageable and, well, feminine, it nowberates men for not being men. Boys will be boys, they sigh. Asthough if a man were to truly grow up he would forsake wilder-ness and wanderlust and settle down, be at home forever in AuntPollys parlor. Where are all the real men? is regular fare for talkshows and new books. You asked them to be women, I want to say. Theresult is a gender confusion never experienced at such a widelevel in the history of the world. How can a man know he is onewhen his highest aim is minding his manners?

And then, alas, there is the church. Christianity, as it cur-rently exists, has done damage to masculinity. When all is saidand done, I think most men in the church believe that God putthem on the earth to be a good boy. The problem with men, weare told, is that they dont know how to keep their promises, bespiritual leaders, talk to their wives, or raise their children. But, ifthey will try real hard they can reach the lofty summit of becom-ing . . . a nice guy. Thats what we hold up as models of Christianmaturity: Really Nice Guys. We dont smoke, drink, or swear;thats what makes us men. Now let me ask my male readers: in allyour boyhood dreams growing up, did you ever dream ofbecoming a Nice Guy? (Ladies, was the prince of your dreamsdashing . . . or merely nice?)


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Really nowdo I overstate my case? Walk into mostchurches in America, have a look around, and ask yourself thisquestion: What is a Christian man? Dont listen to what is said,look at what you find there. There is no doubt about it. Youdhave to admit a Christian man is . . . bored. At a recent churchretreat I was talking with a guy in his fifties, listening really,about his own journey as a man. Ive pretty much tried for thelast twenty years to be a good man as the church defines it.Intrigued, I asked him to say what he thought that was. Hepaused for a long moment. Dutiful, he said. And separatedfrom his heart. A perfect description, I thought. Sadly right on the mark.

As Robert Bly laments in Iron John, Some women want a pas-sive man if they want a man at all; the church wants a tamedmanthey are called priests; the university wants a domesti-cated manthey are called tenure-track people; the corporationwants a . . . sanitized, hairless, shallow man. It all comestogether as a sort of westward expansion against the masculinesoul. And thus the heart of a man is driven into the high country,into remote places, like a wounded animal looking for cover.Women know this, and lament that they have no access to theirmans heart. Men know it, too, but are often unable to explainwhy their heart is missing. They know their heart is on the run,but they often do not know where to pick up the trail. Thechurch wags its head and wonders why it cant get more men tosign up for its programs. The answer is simply this: we have notinvited a man to know and live from his deep heart.

AN INVITATION

But God made the masculine heart, set it within every man, andthereby offers him an invitation: Come, and live out what I meantyou to be. Permit me to bypass the entire nature vs. nurture is

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gender really built-in? debate with one simple observation: menand women are made in the image of God as men or as women. SoGod created man in his own image, in the image of God he cre-ated him; male and female he created them (Gen. 1:27). Maleand female. Now, we know God doesnt have a body, so theuniqueness cant be physical. Gender simply must be at the levelof the soul, in the deep and everlasting places within us. Goddoesnt make generic people; he makes something very dis-tincta man or a woman. In other words, there is a masculineheart and a feminine heart, which in their own ways reflect orportray to the world Gods heart.

God meant something when he meant man, and if we are toever find ourselves we must find that. What has he set in themasculine heart? Instead of asking what you think you ought todo to become a better man (or woman, for my female readers), Iwant to ask, What makes you come alive? What stirs your heart? Thejourney we face now is into a land foreign to most of us. We musthead into country that has no clear trail. This charter for explo-ration takes us into our own hearts, into our deepest desires. Asthe playwright Christopher Fry says,

Life is a hypocrite if I cant live

The way it moves me!

There are three desires I find written so deeply into my heart Iknow now I can no longer disregard them without losing mysoul. They are core to who and what I am and yearn to be. I gazeinto boyhood, I search the pages of Scripture, of literature, I lis-ten carefully to many, many men, and I am convinced thesedesires are universal, a clue into masculinity itself. They may bemisplaced, forgotten, or misdirected, but in the heart of everyman is a desperate desire for a battle to fight, an adventure to


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live, and a beauty to rescue. I want you to think of the films menlove, the things they do with their free time, and especially theaspirations of little boys and see if I am not right on this.

A BATTLE TO FIGHT

Theres a photo on my wall of a little boy about five years old, witha crew cut, big cheeks, and an impish grin. Its an old photograph,and the color is fading, but the image is timeless. Its Christmasmorning, 1964, and Ive just opened what may have been the bestpresent any boy received on any Christmas evera set of twopearl-handed six-shooters, complete with black leather holsters, ared cowboy shirt with two wild mustangs embroidered on eitherbreast, shiny black boots, red bandanna, and straw hat. Ivedonned the outfit and wont take it off for weeks because, you see,this is not a costume at all; its an identity. Sure, one pant leg istucked into my boot and the other is hanging out, but that onlyadds to my fresh off the trail persona. My thumbs are tuckedinside my gun belt and my chest is out because I am armed anddangerous. Bad guys beware: this towns not big enough for theboth of us.

Capes and swords, camouflage, bandannas and six-shootersthese are the uniforms of boyhood. Little boys yearn to know theyare powerful, they are dangerous, they are someone to be reck-oned with. How many parents have tried in vain to prevent littleTimmy from playing with guns? Give it up. If you do not supplya boy with weapons, he will make them from whatever materialsare at hand. My boys chew their graham crackers into the shapeof hand guns at the breakfast table. Every stick or fallen branchis a spear, or better, a bazooka. Despite what many modern edu-cators would say, this is not a psychological disturbance broughton by violent television or chemical imbalance. Aggression is

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part of the masculine design; we are hardwired for it. If we believethat man is made in the image of God, then we would do well toremember that the LORD is a warrior; the LORD is his name (Ex.15:3). God is a warrior; man is a warrior.

Little girls do not invent games where large numbers ofpeople die, where bloodshed is a prerequisite for having fun.Hockey, for example, was not a feminine creation. Nor was box-ing. A boy wants to attack somethingand so does a man, evenif its only a little white ball on a tee. He wants to whack it intokingdom come. On the other hand, my boys do not sit down totea parties. They do not call their friends on the phone to talkabout relationships. They grow bored of games that have noelement of danger or competition or bloodshed. Cooperativegames based on relational interdependence are complete non-sense. No one is killed? they ask, incredulous. No one wins?Whats the point? Look at the global popularity of the Xboxgames boys and men play; they are overwhelmingly games ofbattle. The universal nature of this ought to have convinced usby now: The boy is a warrior; the boy is his name. And those arenot boyish antics he is doing. When boys play at war they arerehearsing their part in a much bigger drama. One day, you justmight need that boy to defend you.

Those Union soldiers who charged the stone walls atBloody Angle; the Allied troops that hit the beaches atNormandy or the sands of Iwo Jimawhat would they havedone without this deep part of their heart? Life needs a man tobe fierceand fiercely devoted. The wounds he will takethroughout his life will cause him to lose heart if all he has beentrained to be is soft. This is especially true in the murky watersof relationships, where a man feels least prepared to advance.As Bly says, In every relationship something fierce is neededonce in a while.


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Now, this longing may have submerged from years of neg-lect, and a man may not feel that he is up to the battles heknows await him. Or it may have taken a very dark turn, as ithas with inner-city gangs. But the desire is there. Every manwants to play the hero. Every man needs to know that he is pow-erful. Women didnt make Braveheart one of the best-sellingfilms of the decade. Flying Tigers, The Bridge on the River Kwai, TheMagnificent Seven, Shane, High Noon, Saving Private Ryan, Top Gun,the Die Hard films, Gladiatorthe movies a man loves revealwhat his heart longs for, what is set inside him from the day ofhis birth.

Like it or not, there is something fierce in the heart of everyman. Every man.

AN ADVENTURE TO LIVE

My mother loves to go to Europe on her vacations. We weretalking about our love of the West, a friend and I, and why hemoved out here from the East Coast. And thats okay for her, Iguess. Theres a lot of culture there. But I need wildness. Ourconversation was stirred by the film Legends of the Fall, the story ofthree young men coming of age in the early 1900s on theirfathers ranch in Montana. Alfred, the eldest, is practical, prag-matic, cautious. He heads off to the Big City to become a busi-nessman and eventually, a politician. Yet something inside himdies. He becomes a hollow man. Samuel, the youngest, is still aboy in many ways, a tender childliterate, sensitive, timid. He iskilled early in the film and we know he was not ready for battle.

Then there is Tristan, the middle son. He is wild at heart. Itis Tristan who embodies the Westhe catches and rides the wildstallion, fights the grizzly with a knife, and wins the beautifulwoman. I have yet to meet a man who wants to be Alfred or

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Samuel. Ive yet to meet a woman who wants to marry one.Theres a reason the American cowboy has taken on mythic pro-portions. He embodies a yearning every man knows from veryyoungto go West, to find a place where he can be all heknows he was meant to be. To borrow Walter Brueggemannsdescription of God: wild, dangerous, unfettered and free.

Now, let me stop for a moment and make something clear. Iam no great white hunter. I have no dead animals adorning thewalls of my house. I didnt play college football. In fact, in col-lege I weighed 135 pounds and wasnt much of an athlete.Despite my childhood dreams, I have never been a race cardriver or a fighter pilot. I have no interest in televised sports.(Okay, except March Madness.) I dont like cheap beer, andthough I do drive an old jeep, its tires are not ridiculously large.I say this because I anticipate that many readersgood men andwomenwill be tempted to dismiss this as some sort of macho-man pep rally. Not at all. Wild at Heart is not about becoming alumberjack. I am simply searching, as many men (and hopefulwomen) are, for an authentic masculinity.

When winter fails to provide an adequate snow base, myboys bring their sleds in the house and ride them down the stairs.Just the other day, my wife found them with a rope out theirsecond-story bedroom window, preparing to rappel down theside of the house. The recipe for fun is pretty simple raisingboys: add to any activity an element of danger, stir in a littleexploration, add a dash of destruction, and youve got yourself awinner. The way they ski is a perfect example. Get to the top ofthe highest run, point your skis straight downhill and go, thefaster the better. And this doesnt end with age; the stakes simplyget higher.

A judge in his sixties, a real southern gentleman with a pin-striped suit and an elegant manner of speech, pulled me aside


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during a conference. Quietly, almost apologetically, he spoke ofhis love for sailing, for the open sea, and how he and a buddyeventually built their own boat. Then came a twinkle in his eye.We were sailing off the coast of Bermuda a few years ago, whenwe were hit by a northeaster (a raging storm). Really, it came upout of nowhere. Twenty-foot swells in a thirty-foot homemadeboat. I thought we were all going to die. A pause for dramaticeffect, and then he confessed, It was the best time of my life.

Compare your experience watching the latest James Bond orIndiana Jones thriller with, say, going to Bible study. The guaran-teed success of each new release makes it clearadventure iswritten into the heart of a man. And its not just about havingfun. Adventure requires something of us, puts us to the test.Though we may fear the test, at the same time we yearn to betested, to discover that we have what it takes. Thats why we setoff down the Snake River against all sound judgment, why abuddy and I pressed on through grizzly country to find good fish-ing, why I went off to Washington, D.C., as a young man to seeif I could make it in those shark-infested waters. If a man has lostthis desire, says he doesnt want it, thats only because he doesntknow he has what it takes, believes that he will fail the test. Andso he decides its better not to try. For reasons I hope to makeclear later, most men hate the unknown and, like Cain, want tosettle down and build their own city, get on top of their life.

But you cant escape itthere is something wild in the heartof every man.

A BEAUTY TO RESCUE

Romeo has his Juliet, King Arthur fights for Guinevere, Robinrescues Maid Marian, and I will never forget the first time I kissedmy grade school sweetheart. It was in the fall of my seventh-

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grade year. I met Debbie in drama class, and fell absolutely headover heels. It was classic puppy love: Id wait for her afterrehearsals were over, carry her books back to her locker. Wepassed notes in class, talked on the phone at night. I had neverpaid girls much attention, really, until now. This desire awakensa bit later in a boys journey to manhood, but when it does hisuniverse turns on its head. Anyway, I longed to kiss her but justcouldnt work up the courageuntil the last night of the schoolplay. The next day was summer vacation, she was going away,and I knew it was now or never. Backstage, in the dark, I slippedher a quick kiss and she returned a longer one. Do you remem-ber the scene from the movie E.T., where the boy flies across themoon on his bike? Though I rode my little Schwinn home thatnight, Im certain I never touched the ground.

There is nothing so inspiring to a man as a beautiful woman.Shell make you want to charge the castle, slay the giant, leapacross the parapets. Or maybe, hit a home run. One day during aLittle League game, my son Samuel was so inspired. He likes base-ball, but most boys starting out arent sure they really have it inthem to be a great player. Sams our firstborn, and like so manyfirstborns he is cautious. He always lets a few pitches go by beforehe takes a swing, and when he does, its never a full swing; everyone of his hits up till this point were in the infield. Anyway, just asSam steps up to bat this one afternoon, his friend from down thestreet, a cute little blonde girl, shows up along the first-base line.Standing up on tiptoe she yells out his name and waves to Sam.Pretending he doesnt notice her, he broadens his stance, grips thebat a little tighter, looks at the pitcher with something fierce in hiseye. First one over the plate he knocks into center field.

A man wants to be the hero to the beauty. Young men goingoff to war carry a photo of their sweetheart in their wallet. Menwho fly combat missions will paint a beauty on the side of their


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aircraft; the crews of the WWII B-17 bomber gave those flyingfortresses names like Me and My Gal or the Memphis Belle. Whatwould Robin Hood or King Arthur be without the woman theylove? Lonely men fighting lonely battles. Indiana Jones andJames Bond just wouldnt be the same without a beauty at theirside, and inevitably they must fight for her. You see, its not justthat a man needs a battle to fight; he needs someone to fight for.Remember Nehemiahs words to the few brave souls defending awall-less Jerusalem? Dont be afraid . . . fight for your brothers,your sons and your daughters, your wives and your homes. Thebattle itself is never enough; a man yearns for romance. Its notenough to be a hero; its that he is a hero to someone in particular,to the woman he loves. Adam was given the wind and the sea,the horse and the hawk, but as God himself said, things were justnot right until there was Eve.

Yes, there is something passionate in the heart of every man.

THE FEMININE HEART

There are also three desires that I have found essential to awomans heart, which are not entirely different from a mans andyet they remain distinctly feminine. Not every woman wants abattle to fight, but every woman yearns to be fought for. Listento the longing of a womans heart: she wants to be more thannoticedshe wants to be wanted. She wants to be pursued. I justwant to be a priority to someone, a friend in her thirties told me.And her childhood dreams of a knight in shining armor comingto rescue her are not girlish fantasies; they are the core of thefeminine heart and the life she knows she was made for. So Zachcomes back for Paula in An Officer and a Gentleman, Frederickcomes back for Jo in Little Women, and Edward returns to pledgehis undying love for Eleanor in Sense and Sensibility.

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Every woman also wants an adventure to share. One of mywifes favorite films is The Man from Snowy River. She loves thescene where Jessica, the beautiful young heroine, is rescued byJim, her hero, and together they ride on horseback throughthe wilds of the Australian wilderness. I want to be Isabo inLadyhawk, confessed another female friend. To be cherished,pursued, fought foryes. But also, I want to be strong and a partof the adventure. So many men make the mistake of thinkingthat the woman is the adventure. But that is where the relation-ship immediately goes downhill. A woman doesnt want to bethe adventure; she wants to be caught up into something greaterthan herself. Our friend went on to say, I know myself and Iknow Im not the adventure. So when a man makes me the point,I grow bored immediately. I know that story. Take me into one Idont know.

And finally, every woman wants to have a beauty to unveil.Not to conjure, but to unveil. Most women feel the pressure tobe beautiful from very young, but that is not what I speak of.There is also a deep desire to simply and truly be the beauty, andbe delighted in. Most little girls will remember playing dress up,or wedding day, or twirling skirts, those flowing dresses thatwere perfect for spinning around in. Shell put her pretty dresson, come into the living room and twirl. What she longs for is tocapture her daddys delight. My wife remembers standing on topof the coffee table as a girl of five or six, and singing her heartout. Do you see me? asks the heart of every girl. And are you captivatedby what you see?

The world kills a womans heart when it tells her to be tough,efficient, and independent. Sadly, Christianity has missed herheart as well. Walk into most churches in America, have a lookaround, and ask yourself this question: What is a Christianwoman? Again, dont listen to what is said, look at what you find


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there. There is no doubt about it. Youd have to admit a Christianwoman is . . . tired. All weve offered the feminine soul is pres-sure to be a good servant. No one is fighting for her heart;there is no grand adventure to be swept up in; and every womandoubts very much that she has any beauty to unveil.

BY WAY OF THE HEART

Which would you rather be said of you: Harry? Sure I know him.Hes a real sweet guy. Or, Yes, I know about Harry. Hes a dan-gerous man . . . in a really good way. Ladies, how about you?Which man would you rather have as your mate? (Some women,hurt by masculinity gone bad, might argue for the safe man . . .and then wonder why, years later, there is no passion in their mar-riage, why he is distant and cold.) And as for your own femininity,which would you rather have said of youthat you are a tirelessworker, or that you are a captivating woman? I rest my case.

What if? What if those deep desires in our hearts are tellingus the truth, revealing to us the life we were meant to live? Godgave us eyes so that we might see; he gave us ears that we mighthear; he gave us wills that we might choose, and he gave ushearts that we might live. The way we handle the heart is every-thing. A man must know he is powerful; he must know he has whatit takes. A woman must know she is beautiful; she must know sheis worth fighting for. But you dont understand, said one womanto me. Im living with a hollow man. No, its in there. His heartis there. It may have evaded you, like a wounded animal, alwaysout of reach, one step beyond your catching. But its there. Idont know when I died, said another man. But I feel like Imjust using up oxygen. I understand. Your heart may feel dead andgone, but its there. Something wild and strong and valiant, justwaiting to be released.

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And so this is not a book about the seven things a man oughtto do to be a nicer guy. It is a book about the recovery andrelease of a mans heart, his passions, his true nature, which hehas been given by God. Its an invitation to rush the fields atBannockburn, to go West, to leap from the falls and save thebeauty. For if you are going to know who you truly are as a man,if you are going to find a life worth living, if you are going tolove a woman deeply and not pass on your confusion to yourchildren, you simply must get your heart back. You must head upinto the high country of the soul, into wild and unchartedregions and track down that elusive prey.


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