Where Are All The Godly Men? - Builders and Reapers

"Since my youth, O God, you have taught me, to this day I declare your marvelous deeds. Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me O God, till i declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come." Psalm 71: 17,18 

Who are we men anyway? What makes us tick? Has God bread certain characteristics in us as men, and if so, what are they? What do we men really want out of life? These questions can pose quite a conversation. A lot has happened over the last several years to maybe cause us to question who we really are and what we are all about. 

All men go through stages in our adult life. Each stage represents something different, but ultimately it comes to the point that we men are  basically builders and reapers. But what are we trying to build? What we build will depend on the design we make from the paths we choose to create our design. And what we build will determine what we reap. 

Back now to my snowmobiling in the Rockies. After our guided tour with the families, we men had finally convinced the guide to let us have another hour on a non-guided expedition. We explored the wild frontier with the same atmosphere it offered - wild. We had arrived back at a open area which had several paths leading back into the woods. The problem was, which one would lead us back to camp? It was getting dark and we began to realize we might be spending the night in the frozen Rocky Mountains. We had listened to the advise of different ones in our group on which path to take only to find ourselves cold, scared, and confused. Our exciting adventures of the past hour had only left us at the end of the day with no hope. 

Just at dark, we saw the headlights of a truck headed our way. The driver, our guide, skidded to a stop, jumped out running to us with some expletives I had not heard in a long time. He was angry, but we were running to him with the joy of being rescued. After all had settled, he broke out in laughter at our predicament and informed us that the camp was only 50 yards down from where we were. Remember the narrow path that looked so less travelled? It was the one that led back to camp. We did not take it because the others were more travelled and to our thinking, would be the one to lead us home. Our guide told us that for the past thirty minutes he had been calling for us, but we could not hear for all the noise we were making chasing down one broad path after another.   

Life is pretty much like that snowmobiling predicament. There are many paths to take in life, some seem to promise glorious happiness and abundant success. They seem to offer what we are trying to build, and one day, hopefully reap. But they only lead to a dead end. What a shame to get to the end of the life day and  find ourselves scared, confused, and disappointed because we have been taking all the wrong paths. Why not seek the God who knows and provides the one true path that leads to eternity? Why not submit all our building plans to Him? Why not stay close to Him so that what we reap will be a life that really natters, not only to us, but to the wife of our youth and to a great bunch of kids and grandkids. The path is there, it may be narrow and full of overhanging branches, but it leads to home. God is calling us to come to Him. Can we hear Him above all the noise around us?