Men of hope…

This morning I sat down with eight other men who were studying the Bible together. They were in Romans. They were engaged, passionate, and seeking to discern God’s truths. It was an early morning group that has been meeting for years. These men were older than me, some even 30 years older. Many of their Bibles were well worn, well read, marked up, and beloved. They invited me to join them and I am glad they had coffee. What a blessing for me to be in the room with them. I wasn’t there so they could teach me a thing or two or for me to show them a thing or two. They just wanted me to join in…join in on the reading, the conversation, the discussion and camaraderie of being with men. Men who have hope. Men who understand where their hope comes from, from the Maker of heaven and earth.

They didn’t claim to have all the answers, in fact, these older men were sometimes hard on themselves to living up to the truth. I am so glad I decided to get up and join them this morning. It was an invitation from these men, but I knew God really was the one who invited me to see, hear, and be around men who hold on to hope. It was evident in their worn out Bibles that their hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
My prayer is I will also hold on to my hope in Jesus Christ. There is a great need in our country and in the  world for more men to know and live this hope. I’m inviting you to “hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.”