A few years ago I attended a men’s retreat in Colorado that turned out to be a turning point for me.
I and a couple friends who went together were assigned to a small “breakout” group to discuss our take-aways from the speaker’s message, which happened to be on the story of Samson (Judges 16 in the Bible). The speaker finished after an hour or so, and it was breakout time. We pulled our metal folding chairs into a lopsided circle next to a window that looked at on the snow falling through the trees. Around the circle the discussion went, each guy talking about what they got from the message. As my turn drew closer my hands got clammy. I did get something out of the message, but I couldn’t possibly share what was on my mind. No way. What I had to say was at least three kinds of crazy. Continue Reading…