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Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, Foundry Church - 3010 Lakeland Cove, Flowood. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.com or Lance Bowser at (601) 862-8308 or email at lancebowser@msi-inv.com.
Wednesday at 6:00 PM, First Baptist Church Jackson - Summit Counseling Suite - 431 North State St. Jackson. Call Don Waller at 601-946-1290 or email him at don@wallerbros.com.
Monday at 6:30 PM , Vertical Church - 521 Gluckstadt Road Madison, MS 39110. Mr. Roane Hunter, facilitator, LifeWorks Counseling.
Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Ryan Adams at 662-571-5705 or email him at ryan.adams1747@gmail.com.
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The reason I've been involved in this ministry for as long as I have is primarily due to how quintessential it is to my mental / emotional / spiritual health as a same-sex attracted Christian man.
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What an incredible weekend we shared at the 2026 Samson Summit! We hope you returned home encouraged, strengthened, and reminded of the power of authentic connection and brotherhood. The good news? We get to do it all again in 2027! Join us October 22–24, 2027, at Camp Coleman in Cleveland, Georgia, for another unforgettable weekend of fellowship, connection, and growth. We're excited to welcome Wendell Moss, LMHC, MA, as our featured speaker! Wendell is a therapist, minister, educator, and speaker who serves on the instructional staff at The Seattle School of Theology & Psychology. He has also been a member of The Allender Center's leadership and teaching teams since its founding in 2010. Whether you're reconnecting with brothers from this year's Summit or building new friendships, we can't wait to gather together again. Registration for the 2027 Samson Summit is NOW OPEN! Don't wait to secure your spot. Payment plans are available and there are a limited number of private and semi-private lodging options. We look forward to seeing you in Georgia! |
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I've been hosting a Samson Society Saturday newcomers meeting for almost two years now. It's been demanding but in a very good way. I took this particular spot from the man himself, Mr. Nate Larkin. The highlight of hosting this meeting is it kickstarts my weekend with fresh, masculine personas. And I love this! Not knowing who's going to show up, it feels whimsical and a bit surreal, in manner ways. The stories, via the 2-10 newbies that show, shared are rich and deeply impactful. It's just overall, a grand experience.
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TWO DAYS LEFT! Don't miss your chance to experience the 2026 Samson Summit! |
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Can't join us in Michigan? That doesn't mean you have to miss out on the conversations, encouragement, and connection that make the Samson Summit such a meaningful experience. Thanks to our friends at Covenant Eyes, this year's Summit will be available through a sponsored virtual livestream, bringing the experience directly to you! Join keynote speaker John Lynch, along with an incredible lineup of speakers, as we explore the painful chapters of our stories, the patterns that keep us stuck, and the freedom that comes from embracing grace rather than shame. Whether you're watching from home or gathering with a few Samson brothers, you won't want to miss these conversations. Registration closes October 21 at midnight! Don't wait until it's too late to be part of this year's Summit. |
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Yesterday, last week, a year ago this morning
I was sitting, still thinkin about where I'm going
I'm tired, worn down and out but when did that happen?
It's hard to point, grab or hold, behold the past that flashes fast out of my sight right when I fight for clarity this part of me was never free yet how do I see what wasn't me?
The mad dash, sudden crash and hopeful snatch of something finally real inside my hopeful cry full of the gift of desperation. Take a step, no thats the wrong one, back to square one, forgotten floor God's in it with me and just for a second, I see something.
My wornout life, half my strife has hurt my wife and though its trite my flight was striking hard at hearts like firey darts of doubt pain shame and blame it scarred my name and mades me want to fake my fame so I could be the same as people who did not seem to not be seen like I was or to be unseen like I was by Mom or Dad, who both forgot me, teachers friends, I had nobody, noone there to talk about the darkness or deep desires of heart, sure there was God, but he was a way to please my Mom so she would feel like I was good not hurt, smart not falling short of expectations, yet I failed so much in her eyes it formed my eyes to see what she saw just a failed, broken, beaten boy who never was or will be enough to bouy above it all, but sink.
Deep and down down drown in all the pain shame, let's do this again...
Patterns repeat and repeat and re preach all the lies to my heart that you can not get far and you just should give up, no point to go on, there is freedom from needs in oblivion.
How do I flip the coin, reroll the dice, make the next move that will bring me new life? My deep suspicion is that this kind of mission is one that I cannot hope to do without Him.
So what do I say I don't know how to speak it. Christianese isn't the dialect that feels good. So what other words can I use to describe someone who would could has changed me? Who I spat on and cursed at, drowned out and shut down, hated, ignored, I chose dirt over gold.
It's especially hard when the steps are all ragged, I look back and can't see past the ravage. The dust is still settling, the print sets still tumbling to ditch after ditch after ditch after ditch.
Yet above it all, in the dust, in the ditch, there is a still current, a gentle pull forward, a quiet, silent, knowing, a seekable presence.
An answer.
A promise.
Keep going.
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