08/09/2026
Four men. One view. One faith. Iron sharpens iron
Men don’t usually dive straight into the deep end.
We circle the pool first—humor, sarcasm, a few jabs to see who’s awake and who’s hurting.
But once the “system check” is done, the real stuff starts to surface.
Yesterday I hiked with a young guy I’m mentoring. We climbed steep, rocky terrain and ended up sitting on huge boulders overlooking the deep valley, steep hills and farmland of Eastern PA. While we talked, two other guys—25 and 30—wandered up and joined in.
Four men. Different stories. Same faith.
And I realized… I was the old guy.
Watching these younger men talk about Scripture, about the Book of John, about trying to follow Christ in a confusing world—it lit something in my friend. On the way down he said, “My generation feels so lost… it was good to see other guys my age reaching out to the Lord.”
Brotherhood doesn’t always start with a Bible study. Sometimes it starts with a joke, a trail, and a random conversation on a mountaintop.
I’m still smiling.
Psalm 121:1–2
“I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord…”
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