Heroism, Spotlight

We Need Heroes, Not Men

I was asked to write a piece for Good Men Project about how my spirituality informs my masculinity. I gladly accepted.

One minor issue: gender roles bad.

So what the heck came out of the blender, and why did they decide to run it? Check it out for yourself:

We Need Heroes, Not Men


Religion, Spotlight

My Chosen God

I don’t usually use this space to talk about worship of the gods. In fact, I’ve written that we shouldn’t ask for their help. The gods don’t fix the odds for the faithful, nor against the bastardly.
Divine intervention is best seen as a literary device used in very exciting sagas.

That may not sound very devotional, but that’s how I opened up an essay about my patron deity, Lugh.

Read it here.

Heroism, Spotlight

Soldiers and Heroes

Are soldiers heroes?

Before you give your opinion, I would strongly recommend checking out this nuanced, two-sided article from activist and scholar Ari Kohen.

On the State of the American Hero

Not every soldier meets my definition of a hero. But I have to admit there is bravery inherent in signing up during time of war. Bravery or, perhaps, an inkling of the hunger for adventure—one of the greatest practices for developing heroism.

So, are soldiers heroes?

The Heroic Life

The Oracle Said To Me

Today’s soundtrack: here.

Monday I posted a story about the dream after the dream, the life I’d like to live after adventuring. You can see it here if you like.

The story ended with the confession that I won’t live to see that dream come true.

Death and the Oracle

This message from Rogue Priest reader Lorri was quite touching:

Hi Drew. I just read your most recent blog. I am wondering… Do you know that you will die young? Do you want to? …Are you [seeking it]?

Do I know that I will die young? Not exactly. An oracle told me that I will die at 46, which I consider to be a short life. I’m 30 at present. I was told this when I just 22, having lived almost one half of my projected life span.

Do I believe that? Well, I wouldn’t say that. But I decided life will be more awesome if I live as if I believe it. To do everything relentlessly and get as much in as I can before that expiration date.

Do I want to die young? No. It is very poetic and all but the truth is I can think of enough things to do to fill 100 lifetimes. The world is my lover and I feel good every day I look into her eyes. She makes my heart soar. I would never leave her if it was up to me, but it isn’t, so I spend every day loving her while I can.

I do, however, recognize two important factors. First, bravery is the most important virtue to bring me through my journey to its goal. I cultivate that by meditating on my own death. To write out my retirement dream and then declare I’ll never live to see it is a powerful practice.

Second, I recognize that preparing for my death can’t just be a mind game. If I am truly committed to the Heroic Life than I must be willing to risk myself to help others, unflinching. My joyful life is merely on loan to me. It really belongs to others. That’s the way I’ve chosen it and that is probably how it will come due.

So, I take the chance of my death as a very real thing. At the same time I don’t want to do anything to make it happen. I’ll just keep playing and training and loving life till I’m given something worth fighting for.

If I live to celebrate my 47th birthday it will be a hell of a party indeed. And yes, every single reader will be invited.

Thanks everyone for reading along with this strange priest as I try to understand what real heroism is. I’d love to hear your thoughts on all this.