You already know it's not easy being a single man in this culture today. But it is easy to be overwhelmed, to feel helpless and hopeless about living by God's high standards for singles. It's easy to cave in to the pressures of this sex-soaked world and accept defeat-blaming the media, the culture, even girlfriends who don't know how tough it can be.
But many men have read books like Every Young Man's Battle and Tactics and have committed themselves to stand strong and pure in the power of God, and to go on the offensive against the onslaught of negative stereotypes. Some have suffered. Some have fallen. But many have experienced victory-and you can be among them.
What makes those committed men so desirable to women? Be Her Hero is their motto. From best-selling author Fred Stoeker, along with his son Jasen, come the straightforward insight and real-life examples you're looking for to help you take personal purity to its logical conclusion. Here's straight truth with irrefutable evidence of what makes an ultimate hero to women who long for men of faith-men who stand by their convictions and make their world a safer and better place.
Are you ready to accept the challenge?
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April 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Hero by Fred Stoeker
I am Cedric of Chessington, Knight of the Prince and servant of the King. Although the edge of my sword has met the steel of many a dark foe, I have for a time yielded to my mission of parchment and pen. I do so not begrudgingly, but with zeal. Why? Because zeal to serve the King and His Son fuels one’s heart to courageously seek the truth and to tell it. Sir Bentley’s tale shows us this zeal, for he was not content with the traditions of mere men. The truth of the Prince would not let his soul rest until he had discovered it. As a former wealthy Noble Knight, he had much to lose by pursuing this truth, but his heart was clad with zeal. And in his quest of discovery he came to learn of the beauty of mercy as well. Sir Bentley was not only brave enough to follow at great cost a call he did not yet understand, but compassionate enough to follow it into the ugly places of the world, places where men and women cry out with need. And there he too became a storyteller…as do all of us who try to walk in the footsteps of our Prince. I myself was once a pauper, but the Prince made me a knight. Listen then to the tale of a knight who once became a pauper. Perhaps you will agree that the story of Sir Bentley and his noble pursuit inspires all who hear it to discover this truth: The King reigns…and His Son! “Bentley of Chessington, do you swear to uphold the Articles of the Code, to defend Chessington and her citizens from enemies both outside and within her borders?” Lord Kifus’s voice echoed through the great hall of the palace. “I do.” Young Bentley looked up at Kifus. Sand-colored hair formed loose curls around the young man’s neck and ears. His square, cleanshaven jaw revealed a small, faint scar—a badge to remind him never to become prideful about his considerable abilities as a swordsman. Bentley’s shoulders were broad, and he carried himself with the distinctive posture of a nobleman. In spite of his comely appearance and his social charm, however, Bentley did not hold himself in high regard, and thus there was very little to dislike about the young man. “Do you swear to uphold the honor of the Noble Knights, placing the protection of your fellow brothers-in-arms above your own?” “I do,” Bentley replied. Nearly all two hundred Noble Knights were present to witness the knighting of one more squire into their brotherhood. It was a time honored tradition that often followed the family lines of the wealthiest men in Chessington, and such was the case with Bentley. Behind the Noble Knights stood two to three hundred highly respected citizens of Chessington, for this was a significant event for both the Noble Knights and the citizenry. “Do you take this oath without reservation, fully understanding the authority and responsibilities granted to you by the King—an oath that binds you to the order of the Noble Knights until death?” Bentley hesitated, looking past Kifus toward the two men standing behind him. His father, Sir Barrington, and Sir York, the man who trained him at sword—his role model and his mentor. Could any two men be more different? Bentley looked toward York and then to his father. A few seconds passed, and the delay became awkward. Barrington gazed at his son, smiled, and nodded. The room filled with tension, and Kifus’s gaze became stone hard. Bentley looked back to the white-haired knightly leader, an icon of the perfect knight in many eyes. This was what Bentley had wanted his whole life, and yet something tugged upon his soul from another direction. It was those last few words that caused him to hesitate, for such an oath was a seal that would establish the course of his life forever. He repeated the words in his mind: