The story from the Bible was Jesus’ baptism. We read the words that God spoke to Jesus: “You are my beloved son. With you I am well pleased.” I asked, “Has anyone ever said that to you?”
What followed in our circle of 14 was more than breath-taking, it was breath(spirit)-giving. Stories were shared—stories of abuse and brokenness. One after another told of never hearing words of affirmation or blessing. Regrets were named—of failing to offer their own children what was most needed. Then one man pulled out a letter he carried in his pocket. He said he had been wondering whether to send it to his kids. He asked another man to read the words he had carefully printed—words of love, seeking forgiveness and praying for hope. The group confirmed his desire to send the letter, and they shared their own hopes that they might have another chance.
Maybe, just maybe, the cycle can be broken. One man risks rejection by speaking words of love, hoping that the past can be forgiven, but fearing the reality of lost opportunities. I wish I could reassure him that his kids would forgive and understand, but I know how hard it is.
But there was a Presence in that group of men. They encouraged and loved one another. What they experienced there doesn’t depend on what anyone else does or is capable of doing. They bled with one another and they felt the mystery of healing. God is good.