So when I go to large meetings I do not expect much. That meeting was no different, two thirds of the speakers were interesting but not all that effective. The other third was worth the evening for me, but, and again it is because of my passion to get men into the Word, there seemed to be a lot of motivation but no tangible application of the message. Nothing that the men could get their heart, head, or hands around. For the most part it just amped up the pressure for men to fulfill the unfunded mandate to lead their families in the Word of God.
A few days after this meeting some of us who had attended were at another meeting. During part of our time together those who were at that event began to share some of what they had taken away from the meeting. They shared some great insights and thoughts from the two thirds of the speakers that I, frankly would have not missed hearing. Great stuff. Not just pabulum, great stuff. So what is wrong with me?
I just need my brothers' eyes. I need my brothers' gifts. I need my brothers' experiences. I need my brothers' passions. I need them to filter the life that we live together through those and share with me what they are seeing. I need that from them in the Word. I certainly need their understanding of our Lord. There is no way with my limited vision that I will see all that I need to see.
I need them.