I've been recently captivated by the awareness
that the current generation of youth is largely "fatherless."
So many young men and women seem to be drifting through life,
searching, probing, wandering; looking
for something elusive and unknown, unidentified - searching for a
father. The following is a call for the
fathers to rise up, to realize their purpose on the earth and to
father those whose sometimes raucous and
grating cries beg for a man "to stand in the gap" for them.... This,
then is for The Men.
It’s the way we were made, wired, formed.
We didn’t choose to be this way.
It’s not because dad or mom bought us toy soldiers or toy rifles
Or because we watched The Sands of Iwo Jima
Or Saving Private Ryan
Or Band of Brothers
Or because we read Sgt. Rock comic books
Or read Guadalcanal Diary
Or We Were Soldiers Once, and Young
Or because of images or profiles or the demands or the expectations
of a pressing society around us.
It’s the way we are; the way we were put together.
It’s in the assembly and not because of the neighborhood we grew up
We are “cause” oriented. We want to be rescuers, heroes, achievers,
But we have so few role models;
So few to look to.
The examples we’ve seen are largely defective, damaged, destructive.
Our dads didn’t turn out to be the heroes we thought they were, or
if they were heroes, They never told us.
They lived busily and died quietly.
We feel alone, unaided, unaccompanied
And we need a Cause, A rationale for
Why we are,
Where we are,
Who we are
We want to stand up and cry “Give me liberty or give me death!”
We want to shout “I regret that I have but one life to give for my
We want to gather with Roosevelt’s Rough Riders at the foot of San
We want to join with brothers, shoulder to shoulder on the summit of
Mt. Surabachi, atop Iwo Jima, raising
Old Glory. We want to jump into the skies of France on a June night
in 1944 with the Screaming Eagles,
We want to save a damsel,
Slay a dragon,
Defeat an evil
We want to be Defenders, Liberators, Victors
We want a Cause; our Cause;
A Cause worth living for,
We’re made that way. We don’t just decide one day to find The Cause
We live our entire lives looking for “it.”
And some of us stumble,
Lose our sight,
Lose our way,
Squander our time,
Some of us surrender to the grind, relinquish the call, submit to
the day to day, lose our passion, get in line
and become just another number in a numberless company moving in
silent procession between the cradle
and the grave, wondering all along, where “it” is –
The Promised Purpose,
The Anticipated Action
The Fruit of Boyhood Dreams
And some of us die, having never lived.
But still The Cause is there
And The Cause beckons
The Cause awaits
And for those few, those blessed few who find it, the Cause becomes
The point of life
And so, stirring within us,
Awakening from it slumber,
Rising from its stupor
Is the memory of the Dream
And the recognition of the Hope
And The Cause beckons.
It Whispers and Shouts and Cries
To those who will hear
To those who can hear
To those who, though dying, are yet alive
“Whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses
his life for My sake and the gospel's will
“For this cause I was born, and for this cause I have come into the
world, that I should bear witness to
“For this purpose I have come forth."
"In Him also we have obtained an inheritance, being predestined
according to the purpose of Him who
works all things according to the counsel of His will,”
And to those who are dying, yet live
His Spirit Awakens
He bids us come,
Learn of Him,
“And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.”
For the Cause
For the Call
For the Purpose
For the Reason we were Fashioned
“stand fast in the faith, quit you like men, be strong.”
And answer the Call
For the Cause
Rise up, O man of Destiny and of Purpose and of Promise!
“Rise up from the ambush, and seize upon the city: for the Lord your
God will deliver it into your hand.”
On July 1, 1898, Colonel Theodore Roosevelt saw that his attack was
stalled. The Americans appear to
be stymied - unwilling to move forward and unable to retreat.
Suddenly, Colonel Roosevelt emerges on
horseback from the surrounding woods and rallies the men to charge:
He cries, “If you don’t wish to go
forward, let my men pass, please!”
And the men rallied, they sprang into line and they charged....
If you don’t wish to go forward, let My men pass, please!
It’s the hour
It’s the moment
It’s the place
And we are the men.....
For the Cause
In His Grace,