Hunting

We work out in a world-class gym. It’s so nice that professional sports teams practice there.

There’s a curious thing, though. The men’s locker room hosts a population of little flies. They’re neither big nor fast — mostly they park on the wall and stay there. But enter the shower and you’ve got friends.

The guys used to grumble about them. Make comments about the janitorial help. You know the comments I mean. Why don’t they do something about this!?

Until, one day, some guy remembered he was a man. A person God put on this earth do take action. To make things happen. To own the situation. This guy walked into the shower room and slaughtered twenty flies. And twelve more the next day.

Pretty soon there’s a score card on the wall — how many flies did you kill today? Ten, twenty, thirty . . .

And now those flies are pretty much extinct.

Let’s always remind our young guys they’re men — and men are defined by action. After all, men love to hunt.

Published by Paul Santhouse

I’m a husband and father, follower of Jesus Christ, and member of the Moody Publishers team. I've worked with gifted authors and their books for thirty-plus years, and I believe the local church is where we become the kind of people who reveal what Jesus is like. Since this is my personal blog, the views and opinions expressed herein are my own, not those of my employer. However — books, publishing, the work of the church, and learning to follow Jesus are central to my daily experience, so that's what this blog is about. Thanks for visiting! Paul

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