You don’t know. You don’t know what you’ve done for me, the gift you gave me in sending me up to Bootcamp. It’s so fresh words cannot express the potency of the weekend. Of the time amongst men from all walks of life with the same questions. Do we have what it takes, can we be free?
More will be shared here in the coming days, but suffice it to say: I went forth thinking I was a Christian; I came home knowing I am a son of the Father (how I got there is a journey that requires a proper telling).
My heart was razed, and remade. And I owe you–all who gave, prayed for, and encouraged me on this journey an eternal debt of gratitude. May God bless you, everyone.