Every
Thursday, I look forward to 6am. You probably are asking, “Why”? For a long
time now, I have met with a group of five men (a variety of ages) at a local
Tim Hortons for breakfast, guy time, (and oh yea) Bible study (lots of
reading).
My
wife insists (more like demands) I have “guy time” every Thursday morning.
Supposedly, I’m a different person when I have regular time with other guys
that are real and flawed just like me. It’s amazing the varied topics six
Christian men can discuss when there is food (and no wonderful, beautiful,
intelligent wives present).
Men
tend to talk and act more guarded when females are present. (Sorry ladies.) Their
stimulating conversation together somehow fills a desire (to bond with others
of his gender) that he never knew was as vital to him as oxygen.
I
lost my father when I was thirteen. It set up a precedence of uncertainly my
entire life whenever a question arose about the proper way to be a man. I had
always wished for a more experienced man to put his arm around me, and point me
in the way I needed to go. By the time I was ready for this, both of my grandfathers
were dead and my stepfather was very ill with COPD. Though that desire never
came to fruition, men’s groups like this one have moved me much closer in the
direction of becoming all that I know I can and should be for my family.
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