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Tender Warrior: Every Man's Purpose, Every Woman's Dream, Every Child's Hope
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About Tender Warrior: Every Man's Purpose, Every Woman's
Product Description A revised and updated edition of Stu Weber’s bestseller that paints a dramatic and compelling picture of balanced manhood according to God’s vision. The definition of manhood itself is obscured by a culture in moral free fall. But this book cuts through the fog and defines a powerful blueprint for being the man—the Tender Warrior—that God desires for you and your family. Written in a warm, personal style, Weber presents the characteristics of tender warriors—including learning to speak the language of women, watching out for what lies ahead, and keeping commitments—in an upfront, straightforward style that challenges readers to realize God’s plan for men. Stu Weber’s now classic teaching on a man’s vigilance, staying power, and consideration for the women in his life will move you to pursue the man you were created to be. Review ECPA bestsellerPraise for Tender Warrior “ Tender Warrior provides hope for men by challenging their assumptions and shaping their convictions. Read it. Devour it. Then live it. This is the time for real men to emerge.” —Dennis Rainey, executive director, FamilyLife “In a day when our culture is at once confused and concerned over gender identity, men everywhere would to do well to recalibrate their personal compasses by the biblical benchmarks found in Tender Warrior . I highly recommend this book!” —Dr. Bruce Wilkinson , New York Times bestselling author About the Author Stu Weber was senior pastor of Good Shepherd Community Church near Gresham, Oregon for more than three decades. He is a much-in-demand international speaker and the author of the popular Four Pillars of a Man’s Heart, All the King’s Men, and Along the Road to Manhood. He and his wife, Linda, have three children, Kent, Blake, and Ryan. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One Wake-Up Call: A Man Faces Himself The present time is of the highest importance–it is time to wake up to reality . . . The night is nearly over, the day has almost dawned. . . . Let us arm ourselves for the fight of the day! Romans 13:11–12, Phillips How many times can a man hear a wake-up call without waking up? Some men, I suppose, never do. This man almost didn’t. I’ve had two major wake-up calls at two crossroads in my life. Neither was much like the gentle ring of an alarm clock. Both were more akin to the crack of a two-by-four across the back of my skull. But I guess you could say I hit the snooze button twice before coming fully awake. The first call came in the heat and terror of Vietnam. I was serving in the Fifth Special Forces Group. The last guy who had held my job had just been court-martialed along with five other Green Beret officers who had allegedly crossed a few lines of their own—such as murdering a triple agent. I was the Group Intelligence Operations Officer. In many ways it was a great job. The Berets’ AO (area of operation) was essentially the entire country. I was responsible for briefing “the old man,” Col. “Iron Mike” Healy, on the enemy situation around our A-Team camps from the Delta in the south to the DMZ in the north. Very few young captains had access to the entire country as I did. Very few could grab aircraft when needed. It was heady stuff for a twenty-five-year-old from Yakima, Washington. One of our functions was associated with flying the SLAR ships—Huey helicopters equipped with Side-Looking Airborne Radar. Used to locate enemy troop movement, they flew almost daily. Several of us officers took turns flying with them. On one of the days I was not flying, the ship went down, and one of my fellow officers was killed. When the news was confirmed at headquarters, a thick silence descended. We were all angry. Sick. Frustrated. Sorry it was him. Glad it wasn’t us. Somehow it fell to me to collect his personal effects and prepare them for shipping home to his wife. Such a task makes a guy reflect a bit. As I was cleaning out his locker, it dawned on me th
