“Someday you will read or hear that Billy Graham is dead. Don't you believe a word of it. I shall be more alive than I am now. I will just have changed my address. I will have gone into the presence of God.”
Recently, I’ve been reflecting on the last several years of my life’s journey to recover that elusive inner place called integrity. I don’t mean the moral sense of integrity; doing the right things. But rather, that deeper integrity of personal being. That place of integration; that place where my shattered soul has been bound up (Is. 61:1) into a solid, real and emotionally connected masculine being. That place from which I “stand and deliver” my own unique self with conviction and reality; walking in my own boots and running the race marked out for me…and doing so with others of the same desire.
I’ve also been reflecting on the number of men I know, and the reports of other men I don’t know, who have been blown out of the saddle in battle.