A friend had said he was reading this work, so I figured I would pick up a copy since I am indeed a “young men”. I deeply appreciate what this book is a embodiment of; the deep care for younger generations, and intentional wisdom sharing on behalf of lived experience for the sake of those navigating faith as a young adult. After about 17 years old it seems young men are sent off to navigate life with their peers, start families, choose a career, and do it all alone. I think this book sets a precedent for men within the church to realize the importance of the new family that is the body of Christ, and that there are “sons” desperately in need of friendship, encouragement and commitment in the way of Jesus.
At times this was a hard read. A lot of familiar language from my experience growing up in the church that left me unsure of God’s love, and almost too certain of His rage made me want to put this book down. The items Ryle unpacks are not false, but my young adult self is the compilation of “the dangers of sin” that left me walking on eggshells and fearful of the presence of God.
I would have appreciated Ryle to lean into encouraging young men to learn how to gaze upon God a little bit more than sin management. I understand the weight of the problem he addresses, but a view trained solely on avoiding temptation and calling out sin in ourselves can lead to a plethora of unintended destinations - self-loathing, pharisaical positioning towards others, an inability to see others for the works in progress they are, and a veil shrouded over the face of the Father, smiling over us - to name a few.
I appreciate the wisdom Ryle offers, but learning the weight and importance of life is only part of the puzzle in learning how to live life with Jesus. It also entails training those in their youth in the ways of grace, mercy, and justice.
I may grow old and realize I was a fool, but those I want to embody who are following Jesus have a healthy view of sin while also deeply drinking in the miraculous love of God as a greater narrative. We shall only see as time
passes.