Manvotional: A Real Man

What Makes a Real Man?

Vintage cowboy with horse leaning against a fence.

A Heap o’ Livin’, 1916, “A Real Man” Guest, Edgar A.

There are two types of men, and he was the one I’d want to be. Some preach their values, while others express themselves via their actions. He was the kind. He didn’t win friends with flowery phrases or glibly delivered words of praise. He wasn’t cheap or shallow, but his path was clear and profound. You’re familiar with the kind. There aren’t many people in life whose actions outpace their words so far that they are more than what they seem to be.

There are two types of lies: those you live and those you tell. He never behaved in an untruthful manner throughout his life, from childhood to adolescence. He battled in broad daylight, unconcerned about what others thought or said about his fight if he felt he was right. The only actions he ever kept hidden were acts of charity.

He gave a simple and direct speech. His outward appearance was unappealing. Children, on the other hand, adored him; newborn and boy played with all the vigor he could muster, without fear, and they are quick to detect unfairness and deception. There was no rumor linking his name to any murky story of disgrace. He didn’t have to make a deal with evildoers, smart and wise, and let them go about their nefarious business because of a previous mishap.

There are two types of men, and he was the one I’d want to be. He never knocked on a door that was shut against his muscular body. He was the most liberated and self-reliant guy on the planet. He greeted all mankind with his head up, and I believe there went a soul to yonder firmament as he passed. It seemed almost like God’s design since it was so white, brilliant, and wonderful.