Running instead of fighting

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need

– Bonnie Tyler

I don’t need a hero or a white knight, but lately I’ve been wondering – “where have all the good men gone?”.  Where did the men who stood before God, family and friends looking at their wives and said that they would love, honour and cherish.  The way Jesus did for his followers and his bride.

I think that much of this year has involved with dealing with men in the church who have, or are in the process of, abandoning their wives, their ministry and all for self-focused desires.

Where are the real men of the church?  The ones willing to say that they need help to pull through and be vulnerable enough to admit their life is in chaos?  What has happened?

[I’m still pondering this thought and struggle…more thoughts to come.]