Six foot something, fit, and an air of confidence about him, the guy walked past everyone. Strutting his cowboy boots, blue jeans, and vest, he was fittingly fashionable and clean cut. He was what would appear to be just another guy who has it all together, going to say a selected few words in front of people, then sit down and continue looking like a guy who has it all together. Maybe he'd receive a few head nods at the words he read, though true, said quite flatly.
He took his place in front of us all and began to read. Nothing out of the ordinary. I might have not even been looking at him anymore. But then I heard it-a crack in his voice. I looked up and saw this confident looking man suddenly weak. His voice dropped and raised. His lips curled down. All eyes were now certainly on him as he attempted to continue reading the words in the book in front of him. I wondered, what's going on? Something must have happened. He's surely going to tell us some story of what happened to him that made him so emotional. There's some personal life application to what he's reading that has brought him to this state. He paused to try and collect himself while letting out a few wimpers first. Struggling through it, he read the rest of the scripture. As he choppily read, I realized there was no personal story to accompany it. There was no story about how his kid did something precious to remind of what faith really means. There was not story about his wife expressing what love means and in turn showing him how to be Christ. No story about anyone-just the reality of the words he read.
My brother from Denver City read from the book of Philippians, chapter 2. Wow. Amazing. Those were my thoughts. This strong looking man broke, surrendered, and wept like a child in front of us all at the reading of the word of the Lord. A man who loves the Lord. There's a REAL man.
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