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One of the most haunting experiences I have ever had as a man took place on an early summer day in Alaska. My family and I were sea kayaking with humpback whales in the Icy Strait, and we stopped on the shore of Chichagof Island for lunch. Our guide asked us if we wanted to go for a hike into the interior of the island,
to a clearing where grizzlies were known to feed. We were all over that invitation. After a twenty minute walk through a spruce forest,
we came into what appeared to be a broad, open meadow about four hundred yards across. Being midday, and hot, there were no bears to be seen. "They're sleeping now, through the afternoon. They'll be back tonight," he said. "C'mere--I want to show you something."
The meadow was actually more of a bog, a low-lying jungle of brushy groundcover about two feet high, barely supported underneath by another foot of soaked moss and peat. A very difficult place to walk. Our guide led us to a trail of what seemed to be massive footprints, with a stride of about two feet between them,
pressed down into the bog and making a path through it. "It's a marked trail," he said. A path created by the footprints of the bears.
"This one is probably centuries old. For as long as the bears have been on this island, they've taken this path. The cubs follow their elders, putting their feet exactly where the older bears walk. That's how they learn to cross this place."
I began to walk in the marked trail, stepping into the firm,
deep-worn places where bears had walked for centuries. I'm not sure how to describe the experience, but for some reason the word holy comes to mind. An ancient and fearful path through a wild and untamed place. I was following a proven way, laid down by those much stronger and far more prepared for this place than me.
And though I knew I did not belong there, I was haunted by it,
could have followed that path for a long, long time. It awakened some deep, ancient yearning in me.
This is a book about what it looks like to become a man, and
--far more to our need--how to become a man. There is no more hazardous undertaking, this business of "becoming a man," full of dangers, counterfeits, and disasters. It is the Great Trial of every man's life, played out over time, and every male young and old finds himself in this journey. Though there are few who find their way through. Our perilous journey has been made all the more difficult because we live in a time with very little direction. A time with very few fathers to show us the way.
As men, we desperately need something like that marked trail on Chichagof Island. Not more rules, not another list of principles,
not formulas. A sure path, marked by men for centuries before us.
I believe we can find it.
What you are holding in your hands is, as the cover indicates,
a map. It chronicles the stages of the masculine journey from boyhood to old age. This is not a book of clinical psychology, nor a manual of child development. For one, I am unqualified to write that sort of book. Further, I find them unreadable. Ponderous.
Boring. What do you recall of your psychology textbook from high school or college? But I do love maps. Most men do. The pleasure of a map is that it gives you the lay of the land, and yet you still have to make choices about how you will cover the terrain before you. A map is a guide, not a formula. It offers freedom.
It does not tell you how fast to walk, though when you see the contour lines growing very close together, you know you are approaching steep terrain and will want to mend your stride. It does not tell you why the mountain is there, or how old the forest is. It tells you how to get where you are going. I am keenly aware of the book's insufficiencies. There will be those who say, "But he did not address. . . ." Fill in the blank. Moral development.
Discipline. A map cannot answer all the questions a person might have. It is offered only to the traveler, who wants to know the path.
Those who would take the masculine journey will gain a great deal by following the map. Those who want to analyze it will no doubt find cause to, and remain at home.
This is also a field report. It is an account of the masculine journey, offered mostly from within, from a man seeking further healing, restoration, and maturity, from a father doing his best to offer it to his sons. And so this book runs along two lines--it speaks first to men, and their journey, but it also speaks to those who are raising boys, and those who are working with men.
This book builds upon the themes of another book I wrote for men, Wild at Heart. How do I convince you that you should read
Wild at Heart before you read this book? I'm not one for following directions myself. But you will get so much more out of this book having read that one, for this is a sort of sequel, a continuation of the journey, offering much more specific guidance. Those of you familiar with Wild at Heart will find many of its themes repeated here, which makes sense, for the masculine heart does not change.
And, many things bear repeating, as the Scriptures testify. We are,
on the whole, woefully forgetful creatures. Furthermore, many men make the mistake of thinking that clarity equals healing, that understanding equals restoration. They do not. Reading about a country doesn't mean you've been there.
A companion workbook is available to help you, and you'll
experience a whole lot more of the journey if you do the workbook,
too. The best approach would be to read this first, then go back through it with the workbook. Maybe get a few guys to go through it together.
A word to moms--this book will be a great help to those of you raising boys, and those of you learning to love adult sons (and their fathers). After I wrote this, Newsweek ran a cover story about
"The Boy Crisis," referring specifically to the fact that boys are falling behind girls in school, and struggling. The author said, "A boy without a father figure is like an explorer without a map." It's a relief, really, to realize that you cannot be all things to your son,
nor even what he most needs. He needs a father figure. You already know that, and the hope offered here is that they can be found. As for you, you get to be a woman, and his mother. You can seek out for your sons the kinds of experiences I describe here in the company of men, whether a youth group or scout troop or a man to come and fill in what is needed.
I've often wondered at the long lists found many places in the Bible that recount a roster of men as "the son of so-and-so, who was the son of so-and-so." You'll find many of these rosters in the Scriptures, and elsewhere in ancient literature. Perhaps these accounts reveal something we hadn't noticed before--a father-view of the world held by those who wrote them, shared by those who would read them. Perhaps they saw in the father-son legacy the most significant of all legacies, that to know a man's father was in great part to know the man. And then, if you step back further to have a look, you'll see that the God of the Bible is portrayed as a great Father--not primarily as mother, not merely as Creator--but as Father.
It opens a new horizon for us.
You see, the world in which we live has lost something vital,
something core to understanding life and a man's place in it. For the time in which we live is, as the social prophet Alexander Mitcherlie had it, a time without a father. I mean this in two ways.
First, that most men and most boys have no real father able to guide them through the jungles of the masculine journey, and they are--most of us are--unfinished and unfathered men. Or boys. Or boys in men's bodies. But there is a deeper meaning to the phrase
"a time without a father." Our way of looking at the world has changed. We no longer live, either as a society or even as the church, with a father-view of the world, the view centered in the presence of a loving and strong father deeply engaged in our lives,
to whom we can turn at any time for the guidance, comfort and provision we need.
And that is actually an occasion for hope. Because the life you've known as a man is not all there is. There is another way. A path laid down for centuries by men who have gone before us. A marked trail. And there is a Father ready to show us that path and help us follow it.