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Simply look at the dreams and desires written in the heart of every boy: To be a hero, to be a warrior, to live a life of adventure and risk. Sadly, most men abandon those dreams and desires-aided by a Christianity that feels like nothing more than pressure to be a "nice guy. In this provocative book, Eldredge gives women a look inside the true heart of a man and gives men permission to be what God designed them to be-dangerous, passionate, alive, and free. God designed men to be dangerous, says John Eldredge. See themselves in the image of a passionate god.
Oh, we know the expectations that have been laid upon us by our families, our churches, and our cultures. There are reams of materials on what you ought to do to be a good woman. But that is not the same thing as knowing what the journey toward becoming a woman involves, or even what the goal really should be. The church has not been a big help here. The church has been part of the problem. In the nursery, in the kitchen, on the various committees, in your home, in your community. They are sweet, they are helpful, their hair is coiffed; they are busy, they are disciplined, they are composed, and they are tired.
Think about the women you meet at church. What are they saying to us through their lives? And guilty. Her light never goes out at night? When does she have sex? Is that supposed to be godly—that sense that you are a failure as a woman? An underlying, gut feeling of failing at who she is. I am not enough, and, I am too much at the same time. Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough.
But too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, too opinionated, too messy. The result is Shame, the universal companion of women. It haunts us, nipping at our heels, feeding on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone. Why is it so hard to create meaningful friendships and sustain them? Why do our days seem so unimportant, filled not with romance and adventure but with duties and demands? We feel unseen, even by those who are closest to us. We feel unsought—that no one has the passion or the courage to pursue us, to get past our messiness to find the woman deep inside.
And we feel uncertain—uncertain what it even means to be a woman; uncertain what it truly means to be feminine; uncertain if we are or ever will be.
Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for wanting more. Oh, we long for intimacy and for adventure; we long to be the Beauty of some great story. But the desires set deep in our hearts seem like a luxury, granted only to those women who get their acts together.
The message to the rest of us—whether from a driven culture or a driven church—is try harder. We have missed the heart of a woman. And that is not a wise thing to do, for as the Scriptures tell us, the heart is central. Above all else. Because God knows that our heart is core to who we are. It is the source of all our creativity, our courage, and our convictions. It is the fountainhead of our faith, our hope, and of course, our love. Your heart as a woman is the most important thing about you.
Think about it: God created you as a woman. You are a woman to your soul, to the very core of your being. And so the journey to discover what God meant when he created woman in his image—when he created y o u as his woman—that journey begins with your heart. Another way of saying this is that the journey begins with desire. Look at the games that little girls play, and if you can, remember what you dreamed of as a little girl. Look at the movies women love.
Listen to your own heart and the hearts of the women you know. What is it that a woman wants? What does she dream of? No matter how long it takes, no matter how far—I will find you. To be the beauty, abducted by the bad guys, fought for and rescued by a hero—some version of this had a place in all our dreams. Why am I embarrassed to tell you this? I simply loved feeling wanted and fought for. This desire is set deep in the heart of every little girl —and every woman.
Yet most of us are ashamed of it. We downplay it. We pretend that it is less than it is. We are women of the twenty-first century after all—strong, independent, and capable, thank you very much. Think about the movies you once loved, and the movies you love now.
A little girl longs for romance, to be seen and desired, to be sought after and fought for. So in the gazebo scene in The Sound of Music, the Captain finally declares his love to Maria by moonlight and song and then, a kiss. And we sigh. Or the sunset scene at the bow of t h e Titanic? She is captured by his love, riding off bareback with him in the rain.
Come now. John and I had been friends for many years, but we never seemed to connect in the romance department. You get the picture. Until one autumn after he had become a Christian, and I was desperately seeking, our spiritual journeys, and the desires of our hearts, finally met.
John wrote me letters, lots of letters. Each one filled with his love for God and his passion for me, his desire for me. He spent hours carving a beautiful heart out of manzanita wood, then attached it to a delicate chain and surprised me with it.
I still cherish the necklace. I came out to my car after my waitressing shift ended to find his poetry underneath my windshield. Verses written for me, to me!
He loved me. He saw me and knew me and pursued me. I loved being romanced. When we are young, we want to be precious to someone— especially Daddy. As we grow older, the desire matures into a longing to be pursued, desired, wanted as a woman.
We were talking about her life as a single woman, and how she loves her work but would much rather be married. Most of our addictions as women flare up when we feel that we are not loved or sought after.
At some core place, maybe deep within, perhaps hidden or buried in her heart, every woman wants to be seen, wanted, and pursued. We want to be romanced. I imagined myself being in them. I dreamed of growing up, braiding my hair, and then tucking it up under my helmet. I planned to disguise my gender so that I could join in.
I sensed that the men in these movies were part of something heroic, valiant, and worthy. I longed to be a part of it too. In the depths of my soul, I longed to be a part of something large and good; something that required all of me; something dangerous and worth dying for. There is something fierce in the heart of a woman. A woman is a warrior too. But she is meant to be a warrior in a uniquely feminine way. Sometime before the sorrows of life did their best to kill it in us, most young women wanted to be a part of something grand, something important.
Before doubt and accusation take hold, most little girls sense that they have a vital role to play; they want to believe there is something in them that is needed and needed desperately. Think of Sarah from Sarah, Plain and Tall. A man and his young children need her; their world is not right until she becomes a part of it.
She brings her courage and her creativity to the West and helps to tame it. We are awed by the nurses in Pearl Harbor, how in the midst of a horrifying assault they bring their courage and strength to rescue the lives of hundreds of men.
And what about women like Esther and Mary and Ruth? They were biblical characters who had irreplaceable roles in a Great Story. Why do I love remembering the story of canoeing in the dark beauty of the Tetons so much? Because I was needed. I was needed. Not only was I needed, but like Arwen, I was irreplaceable. No one else in that canoe could have done what I did. Women love adventures of all sorts. Whether it be the adventure of horses most girls go through a horse stage or white-water rafting, going to a foreign country, performing onstage, having children, starting a business, or diving ever more deeply into the heart of God, we were made to be a part of a great adventure.
An adventure that is shared. Sometimes the idea of living as a hermit appeals to all of us. No demands, no needs, no pain, no disappointments. But that is because we have been hurt, are worn out.
Our lives were meant to be lived with others. As echoes of the Trinity, we remember something. Made in the image of a perfect relationship, we are relational to the core of our beings and filled with a desire for transcendent purpose. We long to be an irreplaceable part of a shared adventure. I doubt the thought crossed her mind.
She sang her newly made-up song about puppies and kitties, fully expecting to be delighted in, then skipped down the hall to grace the occupant of the next office. She was like a ray of summer sun, or, better, a garden fairy, flitting from office to office. She was a little girl in her glory, unashamed in her desire to delight, and be delighted in.
Little boys play dress up, too, but in a different way. Our sons were cowboys for years. Or army men. Or Jedi knights. But they never once dressed up as bridegrooms, fairies, or butterflies. Little boys do not paint their toenails. They do not beg to get their ears pierced. Some teenaged boys do, but that is another story. Remember twirling skirts? Most little girls go through a season when they will not wear anything if it does not twirl and if it sparkles, so much the better.
Hours and hours of endless play result from giving little girls a box filled with hats, scarves, necklaces, and clothes. Dime store beads are priceless jewels; hand-me-down pumps are glass slippers. Once dressed, they dance around the house or preen in front of a mirror. Their young hearts intuitively want to know they are lovely.
Verbal or not, whether wearing a shimmery dress or covered in mud, all little girls want to know. As a young songwriter recently wrote, I want to be beautiful And make you stand in awe Look inside my heart And be amazed I want to hear you say Who I am is quite enough I just want to be worthy of love And beautiful.
It was a stunning affair. Black tie. You name it. It was an evening long planned for. The evening turned out to be glorious. The weather was perfect. Every detail attended to and lovely. But the highlight by far was the women.
Above the sound of the splashing water from the fountains, even above the music that floated through the air, was the sound of delighted exclamations. We were playing dress up for real and loving it. These women were normal women, women just like you and me.
Women you would run into at the bank or the grocery store or the office. Women whose battles against acne have left their faces marked and their souls scarred. Women whose struggle with their weight has been the bane of their lives.
Women who always felt their hair was too thin, too thick, too straight, or too curly. Ordinary women, if there is such a thing. But women who, at least for a few hours this night, took the risk of revealing their beauty. Perhaps better, whose beauty was unveiled. Think of your wedding day—or the wedding day you dream of.
How important is your dress as a bride? A friend of ours is getting married in six months. Now, this young woman has seen her share of boys and heartbreaks.
Her tale of beauty has many hurts to it. But as she told us about trying on wedding dresses, and finding just the right dress, the weariness faded away, and she was radiant. One little girl, who is being raised in a home where her feminine heart is welcomed, told her mother about a wonderful dream she had. My daughter Emma—nearly six years old—came to me all aglow this morning. And as she did her cheeks blushed pink. My friend Lilly is in her mideighties.
As she descended the stairs of her home one Christmas season, I was captured by her beauty. She was wearing a green corduroy jumper with a white turtleneck that had little candy canes all over it. She was no longer eighty—she was ageless. God has set eternity in our hearts. The longing to be beautiful is set there as well.
Now, we know that the desire to be beautiful has caused many women untold grief how many diets have you been on? Countless tears have been shed and hearts broken in its pursuit. Do you like having your picture taken? Do you like seei n g those pictures later? How do you feel when people ask you your age? This issue of beauty runs deep! For others, beauty has been shamed, used, and abused.
Some of you have learned that possessing beauty can be dangerous. And yet—and this is just astounding—in spite of all the pain and distress that beauty has caused us as women, the desire remains. Little did she know how deep the desire ran, and how much pain it had caused. Many of us have hardened our hearts to this desire, the desire to be the Beauty. We, too, have been hurt so deeply in this area that we no longer identify with, perhaps even resent, the longing. Cinderella is beautiful, yes, but she is also good.
Her outward beauty would be hollow were it not for the beauty of her heart. But Maria has a rare and beautiful depth of spirit. She has the capacity to love snowflakes on kittens and mean-spirited children. She sees the handiwork of God in music and laughter and climbing trees. Her soul is Alive. And we are drawn to her.
Ruth may have been a lovely, strong woman, but it is to her unrelenting courage and vulnerability and faith in God that Boaz is drawn. Esther is the most beautiful woman in the land, but it is her bravery and her cunning, good heart that moves the king to spare her people.
We desire to possess a beauty that is worth pursuing, worth fighting for, a beauty that is core to who we truly are. We want beauty that can be seen; beauty that can be felt; beauty that affects others; a beauty all our own to unveil.
It will open your eyes to the world of men. But they are uniquely masculine. For starters, every man wants a battle to fight. Our boys wrestled and hit and slammed one another up against the walls, and that is how they showed affection! Men are made for battle.
It certainly did to Eve more on that later. Men also long for adventure. Boys love to climb and jump and see how fast they can ride their bikes with no hands. Just look in your garage—all the gear and go-carts and motorcycles and ropes and boats and stuff.
Adventure requires something of us, puts us to the test. Though we may fear the test, at the same time we yearn to be tested, to discover that we have what it takes. Finally, every man longs for a Beauty to rescue. He really does. Lonely men fighting lonely battles.
He needs someone to fight for. There is nothing that inspires a man to courage so much as the woman he loves. Most of the daring and okay, sometimes ridiculous things young men do are to impress the girls. Men go to war carrying photos of their sweethearts in their wallets—that is a metaphor of this deeper longing, to fight for the Beauty. A woman in the presence of a good man, a real man, loves being a woman. His strength allows her feminine heart to flourish.
His pursuit draws out her beauty. And a man in the presence of a real woman loves being a man. Her beauty arouses him to play the man, it draws out his strength. She inspires him to be a hero. Would that we all were so fortunate. Now we know—many of those desires have gone unmet, or been assaulted, or simply so long neglected, that most women end up living two lives. On the surface we are busy and efficient, professional, even. We are getting by. On the inside women lose themselves in a fantasy world or in cheap novels, or we give ourselves over to food or some other addiction to numb the ache of our hearts.
But your heart is still there, crying out to be set free, to find the life your desires tell you of. You can find that life—if you are willing to embark on a great adventure.
That is what we are inviting you to. Not to learn one more set of standards you fail to meet. Not toward a new set of rules to live by and things you ought to do. Something far, far better —a journey of the heart. A journey toward the restoration and release of the woman you always longed to be.
This book is not about what you ought to do or who you ought to be. A woman who at her core was made for romance, made to play an irreplaceable role in a shared adventure, and who really does possess a beauty all her own to unveil. The woman God had in mind when he made Eve. Glorious, powerful, and captivating.
Anastasia, a woman martyred for her faith in the fifth century, so that every week during Mass, my name would be read aloud when certain saints were commemorated. I love it. I learned about Anastasia while in elementary school. Not St. The youngest daughter of the last czar of Russia, Anastasia was rumored to have escaped the assassins who murdered the rest of her family. She was a young girl when her family was executed, and it was said that she was still alive, somewhere out there in the world, incognito.
A true princess in disguise. Women claimed to be her. One woman in particular was nearly convincing. Still, Anastasia remained a mystery—a princess lost unto this world, hidden but true.
I was intrigued and enamored by Princess Anastasia. I began to read everything I could get my hands on about Russian history. For a reason I could not explain, I felt a kinship with this mysterious princess, a connection to her. Perhaps I, too, was a part of royalty but my position had been lost.
Perhaps I, too, was in disguise. My heart quickened at the thought of being a woman who was once a true princess. Have you ever wondered why the Cinderella story keeps haunting us? Not only is it a perennial favorite of little girls; women love it too. Why is this notion of a hidden princess and a prince who comes to find her so enduring? Is there something in our hearts that is trying to speak to us? Is it just fantasy, escapism? Or is there something more? Oh, we long for romance and an irreplaceable role in a great story; we long for beauty.
The result is a sense of shame. Having listened to the hearts of women for many, many years, both in the context of friendship and in the counseling office, we are struck by how deeply and universally women struggle with their self-worth. But there is something deeper to this struggle for women, and far more universal. And there are reasons for it, reasons unique to Eve and her daughters. What would you expect the Queen of a kingdom and the Beauty of the realm to feel when she wakes to find herself a laundress in a foreign land?
The great emptiness we feel points to the great place we were created for. All those legends and fairy tales of the undiscovered Princess and the Beauty hidden as a maid are more accurate than we thought.
Even though we might have heard the story before we have told it many times , it bears repeating. So let us start there—with light.
With the dawn of the world. How it unfolded and where it reached its climax are mysteries worth unveiling. We will never truly understand women until we understand this. All is formless, empty, dark. Then a voice speaks. Its radiance will enable us to see now what is unfolding. The voice speaks again, and again. Then God begins to fashion the raw materials he has made, like an artist working with the stone or sketch or page before him. With passion and brilliance the Creator works in large, sweeping movements on a grand scale.
Great realms are distinguished from one another and established. Then he moves back over them again for a second pass as he begins to fill in color, detail, finer lines. Tulips and pine trees and moss-covered stones. And notice—the masterpiece is becoming more intricate, more intimate. He fills the night sky with a thousand million stars, and he names them, sets them in constellations. Into our world God opens his hand and the animals spring forth. Myriads of birds, in every shape and size and song, take wing—hawks, herons, pelicans.
All the creatures of the sea leap into it—whales, dolphins, fish of a thousand colors and designs. Horses, gazelles, buffalo thunder across the plains, running like the wind. It is more astonishing than we could possibly imagine. From water and stone, to pomegranate and rose, to leopard and nightingale, creation a scen d s in beauty.
The plot is thickening, the symphony is building and swelling, higher and higher to a crescendo. A great hurrah goes up from the heavens. The greatest of all masterpieces is emerging. What was once formless and empty is now overflowing with life and color and sound and movement in a thousand variations.
Most importantly, notice that each creature is more intricate and noble and mysterious than the last. A cricket is amazing, but it cannot compare to a wild horse. Then something truly astonishing takes place.
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He also uses the expression "far out" way too much. John Eldredge certainly has insight into what our culture has done to our men and boys, and he is passionate that men undertake the responsibility to be men as God defines 'manhood'. On the other side of the coin, he demonstrates that women need to allow and encourage men and boys to be exactly that. Society will not always agree.