The Christian Guy Book Quotes

“I managed a polite smile, donned my oven mittens, and withdrew the tarts. “Let me tell you something, Dad. Guys today have biblical reasons for the way we are.” “You do?” “Sure,” I mused, “Uh...let me see...You remember Moses, right?” “Sure do. He led the Israelites in their Exodus from Egyptian slavery and oppression.” “That’s right. But did you ever wonder why he wandered in the wilderness for 40 years?” “That’s easy. It was because of his unbelief.” “No. Try again.” “Because he wanted the Children of Israel to really appreciate the Promised Land once they got there?” “No. The truth is, it took them so long because Moses refused to ask his wife for directions.”
― Phil Callaway, The Christian Guy Book

“Ironically, I’ve spent years writing sensitive articles for women. Still, one lady wrote: “I have always viewed you with suspicion, knowing that if you were pushed to the limit, if you were forced to make a decision, you weren’t really one of us after all. Deep down inside, you are a guy.”
― Phil Callaway, The Christian Guy Book

“Maybe Dad was right. After all, most guys I know are so tired they can’t even work up a good yawn. Oya? (CRIES OF OYA!) Back in fourth grade, being a guy seemed like a fine option. This was the year Mr. Kowalski handed out those little forms asking us to check the appropriate boxes so we could be registered with the government. For the first time in my life, I faced some tough decisions, as you can see from this PowerPoint slide: WHO ARE YOU? A SIMPLE TEST (Please print. Last time you didn’t do this and we still don’t know who you are.) 1. What is your full name? ____________________________ (Hint: Your mother calls you this when she is really mad.) 2. Where do you live? _________________________________ (Please do not describe the house or the people who live near you. Just give us your address. Please spell it right this time.)”
― Phil Callaway, The Christian Guy Book

“I was ironing shirts one night when my father dropped by to remind me that times have changed. “When I was your age,” he said, peeling off his grey fedora and easing himself into a soft chair, “I enjoyed being a man. Oh sure, life wasn’t beachfront property then either. There were pyramids to build, dinosaurs to avoid, and fire to invent. But at least we had clearly defined roles. Not anymore. Not you guys. No siree.” He sniffed the air. “Speaking of rolls, are those cherry tarts done yet?” “Not quite,” I said, holding a shirt up to the light with a critical gaze. “They need another 10 minutes. I always put the cherry ones on 350, you know. The crust is flakier that way.” “Flakier, alright,” he said softly, hauling both feet onto a stool. “You know, I wouldn’t trade places with today’s guy for a doctorate in Home Economics. No way. I get tired just watching you.” I creased another collar, listened to his laugh, and wondered if he had a point. It was the first thinking I’d done in awhile, what with attending church planning sessions, babysitting during Ladies’ Night Out, driving kids to sporting events, hollering at insurance salesmen, and...oh yes, holding down a full-time job.”
― Phil Callaway, The Christian Guy Book