I was a part of something supernatural and undeniably divine this last night. It’s not easy for me to let words like that flow off of my tongue. I equate experiences like that to an encounter with God, something tangibly expressible of His love, of His grace, and of His might.
For a few hours I was honored to sit within the presence of a mighty group of men, men who war valiantly and mightily for the Kingdom of God to dominate the physical realm we find ourselves in on a day-to-day basis. I’ve never, in my short but valued time on earth, sat amongst such warriors of the Lord.
When I think of saturating myself in something, I picture a violent downpour from heaven that soaks the person standing in its flood from head to toe… to bone.
The Covenant Brothers is a group of men at Cross Current Church dedicated to walking out life together for as long as they’re walking life out in this world. It sounds like a men’s group that any kind of Church might have, but I beg to disagree.
I’ve struggled with participating in it for quite some time because I know that it means commitment, a word that I tend to cringe at because it requires me to dedicate myself to something for an extended period of time… if not, forever. But tonight I found myself amidst the presence of men in covenant with one another, men who are so dedicated to each other that they share family, they share finances, they share joys, they share sorrows, they share heartache, pain, victories and freedom. These men are shield-to-shield.
And I sat with them – saturated in the goodness, grace, and intensity of what it means to be a man of God.
I’m not sure what’s going to come of this. I just know that Proverbs talks about iron sharpening iron… and I think I found a quarry of rock with a wealth of iron embedded inside, iron that will be applied during times of pressure to refine me and shape me into an even greater representation of Christ with skin on.
