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November 5, 2008

Can You Pick Me Out?

As I left our men’s group where we consumed some of the best chicken and dumplings I have ever eaten (thanks to Belinda) I wondered why we keep coming back. To say that this group is eclectic is a sure understatement: old, young, big, small, married, remarried, widowed, dating, new Christian old Christian retired from long career, students training for careers, etc.

There is something interesting about the conversations we have and the places these conversations take us. It basically depends on the first one to respond. It is pretty much predictable. If one or our usual group responds first there is a call for bringing the church back to her roots because she has lost her way. If another of our group responds first there is the call for deeper commitment and greater sacrifice in order to do whatever it is that we are talking about doing. If still another one of us responds first there is the reminder that we all share weaknesses and that God is willing and even anxious to forgive and renew our spiritual joy. If yet another of the usuals responds first there is the call to get organized, make a list and set a date and time to do whatever we are discussing that particular night. Then there is at least one more possibility if another responds first we will all be reminded of the lighter side of life as he finds something comical to say and we all smile.

I am not sure what it is that keeps this group coming back. There are times when we go on and on about things then there are the times we seem to run from a real discussion. There are times when we bite our tongues in order to say less and other time when we unleash those same tongues because we need to get something off of our chest. Sometimes you can smell the testosterone in the room and at other times there is the scent of sensitivity and vulnerability.

Maybe we keep coming back because of the occasional touch of God finding a soft place in a heart and life. Maybe when this touch results in words of confession, need, fear, hope, repentance accompanied by a lump in the throat and “something in the eyes” that causes them to water (real men don’t cry you know) we feel something we need to feel.

We had the largest group we have had in a good while tonight. Eighteen men ate dumplings and filled the circular seats in the living room. It’s kind of hard to put my finger on why but it was the place I needed to be and I left having been reminded of God’s stuff and filled with some great chicken and dumplings. A night well spent! Thank you Lord for my band of brothers.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. lesjr permalink
    November 5, 2008 8:13 pm

    Good stuff brother.even though we were. Both busy this morning, I missed our time together…

  2. November 7, 2008 3:28 pm

    David had a similiar band of brothers,

    ” Behold, how good and pleasant it is
    when brothers dwell in unity!
    2 It is like the precious oil on the head,
    running down on the beard,
    on the beard of Aaron,
    running down on the collar of his robes!
    3 It is like the dew of Hermon,
    which falls on the mountains of Zion!
    For there the LORD has commanded the blessing,
    life forevermore.

    As lesjr said, Good Stuff!

  3. November 8, 2008 12:39 am

    Hey Mark. Have you ever heard of Men’s Fraternity? I highly recommend it! You can find them on the web at I have been in our church’s MF group for only a few weeks, since we started this fall. It is fantastic!

  4. November 8, 2008 9:30 am

    Thanks for the link. I’ll definitely check it out.
    By HIS Grace!

  5. November 12, 2008 7:04 pm

    Praise God for your Kingdom work!

  6. Bill C. permalink
    November 13, 2008 3:31 pm

    Sounds like a great group to study with. Diversity.

  7. November 17, 2008 4:56 pm

    Sure thing, Mark!

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