“In the year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields of Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom.” – “Braveheart”

“Every man dies.  Not every man really lives.” – “Braveheart”

While visiting the William Wallace Memorial in Stirling, Scotland, I was filled with a sense of awe.  These courageous men and their passionate quest for freedom were not just a great story dreamed up by a film producer – they were real men who bled, and died, for the chance to be free.

Since the moment I heard it, I’ve been captivated by the line, “they fought like warrior poets.”  I’ve spent time mulling this over in my mind.  What does it mean to be a warrior poet?  And isn’t this the kind of life we’ve all been called to live?

This is not a new…