Where have all the good men gone? Are there any left?
Yes, but it will take work…
work for him to learn to win his battles…
work for her to find a man who will win his battles.
A woman, married 15 years, asked me today, “Are there any men left who can beat this problem?”
In a room full of young women, one of the girls asked, “Can we really expect young men to be able to keep from getting sucked into porn? It seems like it is just something we are going to have to get used to.”
A woman between marriages asked me, “Is it too much for me to think I can find a guy who isn’t looking at porn? I’ve went out with a guy and given him my opinion of it and he says it’s hard and tempting. He says he’s looked at pictures within the last month. Also, is it normal for a guy to be masturbating? I don’t know if I’m being unrealistic or what. I also have a friend who her husband isn’t active in the church and he says he gets texts and emails from his LDS guy friend that are of naked girls and these guys serve in young men’s. Am I being too unrealistic? Please help me!!!?
Ladies, I am sad to report that there are not as many as we were hoping for, so you are going to have to be cautious and discreet in your selection of a mate,
The good new is…Yes, there are real men left and they sound like this…
“It is a lonely battle. I stand alone. My shield dented, my sword blood stained, and gaping wounds on my face, arms, sides and legs. My banner is not torn down. I have arisen. The war is not yet over. I have not given up. Alone I stand, just me…and God.
I wipe the sweat and blood from my eyes. Resolution fills my wounded heart. I may have been knocked down, but I’m now on my feet, ready to fight.
The memory of my father is painted brightly in my mind. For him I fight, for his name and memory. My mom and sisters too, as well as for my brother; I cannot let them down. And for my future wife, I know not who she is, but I know she is beautiful, and I know she is kind and loving, she is strong and she is captivating, and she is good. Someday I’ll meet her, and I cannot die before that day. The battle is yet begun.
As I view the innumerable host that is my enemy, my heart pounds. Can I defeat them? Even so hopelessly outnumbered? But the battles of my past have hardened me and strengthened me. I’m not the amateur fighter I was before. I am now confident. God has never let me be killed, and will not let it be so now. My past battles have made a man of me. I came onto the battlefield a boy, I now stand a man.
The scars I bare are evidences of the brutality of war, but more than that, they are my pride and honor. “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.” They are medallions of victory—they are my personal medal of honor.
No wound can kill me, unless I give up. No attack can overcome me, unless I give in. With God’s help I can receive no mortal wound, no matter how deep or painful. I can overcome, I can heal, I can rise again. And with each healed wound another scar of honor is added. I become a better man, a more dangerous warrior.
The enemy is afraid. They band together and council late into the night on how to destroy me. They hate me, and would destroy me. They would destroy my freedom, my family and my friends. Their goal is bondage and misery; mine is freedom and happiness. There can be no treaty, no “par lee”. My enemy will not sleep until I’m destroyed. I will not sleep until I’m free.
Let them come.
I do not fear the battle, I do not fear my enemy. I cannot lose, no matter how much I am wounded. I love the victory, it is so sweet to my taste. The spoils of war far outweigh the suffering of the battle. I am married to the battle. I cannot divorce it. Until the day I die, I will fight. I must fight.
I am alone with God—and I will win.”
This is the kind of man I will want my daughter to meet.
Gentlemen, please be men, and if you don’t know how, then let yourself be trained by someone who can.
Ladies, hold out for and demand a man who will fight to win his battles!