Brandon

The newest Metro Jackson Samson Society group meets on Tuesday nights at 6 PM at Crossgates Baptist Church in Brandon, MS.  I've had the privilege of knowing Mr. Matt Flint, facilitator of this group, for a number of years.  Starting with his Life Group, Matt has told his story with boldness, thereby impacting men's lives through his willingness to be authentic.

And it's authenticity that best sums up what Samson Society is.  Though Crossgates Baptist Church bundles the group in with their other Life Groups, it's not completely fair to do so.  Life Groups are essentially Sunday School classes.  Their primary focus being Bible teaching and prayer lead by a teacher.  And these are both worthwhile things, but they don't happen within a Samson Society meeting.  Instead, Samson Society meetings are settings where men can talk openly about whatever is on their hearts / minds.  In fact, they're expected to do so, otherwise they're just taking up space.

Matt's gift as a facilitator is essentially serving as a constant week to week.  He opens the door for men to come, taking them through the Samson Society charter prior to listening in.  It's his willingness to serve in this capacity that makes him so unique.  Especially considering his youth.

How fortunate Crossgates Baptist Church is to now have a Samson Society meeting as a resource to that community of men!

Paying homage to our mutual Enemy

Evil exists in our world.  Anyone can attest to that fact, but as Christians, we attribute the author of it all to Satan.

The Bible is clear regarding what Satan's motives are as well as where exactly he rules.

For me, looking back on my life, I can see clearly evil handiwork.  Even as a small child, I can remember being cognizant of fear that was rooted in something much larger than myself.  This something was hidden away, waiting for an opportune time to strike.

All of the emotional trauma (& by God's grace mine is much less than many other's) that I've endured over my 46 years finds its root within this darkness.

No amount of Hollywood entertainment can equivocally represent the personal suffering that mankind endures at Satan's behest.  Not to mention the temptation he consistently elicits.

For me personally, I have a grudge against this being, and as a Christian, I'm looking forward to witnessing his demise.

In the meantime, all of the Metro Jackson facilitators of Samson Society serve you in light of that coming day.  May we all huddle together as men, supporting each other through the storm, within Samson Society.

Clinton

It didn't take any convincing of the pastorate at DaySpring Church in Clinton to host a Samson Society group on Thursday nights at 6 PM.  Mr. Lance Bowser, facilitator, had been a part of the Downtown group at First Baptist Church for some time.  Upon approaching the pastorate at his home church, DaySpring, they immediately said "YES!".  Therefore, this group has been consistently meeting ever since.

Obviously, DaySpring church is non-denominational whereas the other 4 Metro Jackson local churches where Samson Society meetings take place are not.  Does this set this group apart?  Not at all.  If fact, I would argue that because the setting is a non-denominational church, it's that much more in-line with the Samson Society itself.

Speaking of the Samson Society itself, I would encourage you to check out the website.  There are resources available there plus information on the virtual Samson Society meetings.

Gluckstadt / Madison county - Grace Crossing Church

Mr. Joe McCalman, and elder at Grace Crossing Church, facilitates this Metro Jackson Samson Society group.  This was the second group that took root within the Jackson, Mississippi area.  Sunday nights at 6 PM is when they meet.

Joe is deeply passionate about Grace Crossing as well as this Samson Society group (which he facilitates).  I encourage you to consider attending.  My experience(s) there were so very enriching and memorable.  Plus, it's Sunday which means it's relaxed and very laid back.

Downtown - First Baptist Church Jackson

Samson Society met firstly in Mississippi here.  Mr. Don Waller casts the vision and men began to participate.

I stepped into my first Samson Society meeting at First Baptist Church Jackson during the summer of 2014.  Because I was a member of this church, perhaps it was easier for me than those who were not.  Nonetheless, it was an eye-opening weekly meeting, from 6 PM to 7 PM on Wednesday nights, and from there, we'd go out to eat at a local restaurant as a group.  Weeks went by and I found myself seeing and subsequently engaging with more and more men, hearing their stories and constantly being challenged by the rich dialogue.  Eventually, by the end of that year, I realized firsthand what this men's ministry was all about, and the only way I knew best how to describe it was relational accountability.

Relational accountability is essentially being intentional (communication) with other men relative to building authentic friendship(s) and from there, experiencing the opposite of isolation whilst doing life as a husband, father, boyfriend, friend, son, brother, employee, employer, and so forth.  The assumption here is that men tend to be more vulnerable to temptation alone, and as Christians, all manner of work tied to avoiding sin is worthwhile because sin is what ultimately separates us from God (as well as potentially many other good things).  Hence, Samson Society is worthwhile through and through, not to mention a great deal of fun (if you're into authenticity).

Clique

My freshman year at Mississippi State University was spent in survival mode.  I was enrolled as an architecture student, and each of us had been told to expect failure amongst our peers.  In fact, I can now say that most of us first year students were in survival mode.  It was daunting, and at times, really frightening.

At the same time, I was living in the dorm with a stranger who was terribly homesick.  Though he was much more outgoing and friendly than I was, he missed his family to the point of traveling home at every opportunity which in turn left me back in Starkville all alone.

Education was my second choice as a major, and by the time I'd reached the end of my freshmen year in Architecture, I was ready to bail.  I remember meeting with the Associate Dean about this, and he advised me to stick it out for one more semester.

A few weeks into my sophomore year, I was approached one Sunday afternoon while working at my drawing board by a fellow architecture student about sharing a meal at a local eatery with he and his friends.  I asked who exactly would be going, and all of the guys he listed I knew of simply by seeing them and their work within Design Studio (the primary architecture school class).

So, I had a choice to make.  Stay put at my desk or take a risk and join them for dinner on this fateful Sunday evening.

I'm sure glad I went with them.

In high school, I was always the boy in the background, making a point to be as invisible as possible.  I never felt all that comfortable in my own skin, but especially in high school.  Thankfully, Architecture School was somewhat different in this regard, but I had the previous years of existing socially incognito that had been ingrained in my way of living out my life.

At the restaurant (pizza), after we ordered our food, I sat down amongst 6 or 7 guys, and the one who'd personally invited me then proceeded to immediately take me through his newly developed initiation trope.  It was hilariously ridiculous and by the end, we were all laughing hysterically at this guy's good humor.  And by now, I was elated to be there, feeling welcomed and comfortable.

For years after this, our group ate pizza together on Sunday nights at this same restaurant.  We even named our clique, but I can't remember what we came up with.  These young men and all of the friendships that grew out of that group enabled me to move out of survival mode as a college student.

This was my first real taste of relational accountability, and it was heavenly.

Proactive encouragement

Men need encouragement from each other, but each man is unique in how he both receives that encouragement and whom is qualified (matched) to enact said encouragement.

And there's no doubt that the most effective encouragement comes from within a relationship that's authentic.  Where men know each other through and through.

Considering these truths, most men are unwilling to encourage.  They're either too self-focused or simply prideful.  Therefore, finding week to week encouragement can be very challenging.

When all hope is lost, one can encourage himself whilst looking to the promises of God in Scripture, and these are good things.  Taking that into account, life's circumstances often do come to bear, restricting encouragement as such.

But, when available, pursue encouragement from other men whom you respect.  It is such a gift to be known and to hear firsthand what you already know though cannot remember.

Ignoring the technicalities

Luke 15:  11-31:

¹¹ And He said, “A man had two sons. ¹² The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of the estate that falls to me.’ So he divided his ^[d]wealth between them. ¹³ And not many days later, the younger son gathered everything together and went on a journey into a distant country, and there he squandered his estate with loose living. ¹⁴ Now when he had spent everything, a severe famine occurred in that country, and he began to be impoverished. ¹⁵ So he went and ^[e]hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. ¹⁶ And he would have gladly filled his stomach with the ^[f]pods that the swine were eating, and no one was giving anything to him. ¹⁷ But when he came to ^[g]his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have more than enough bread, but I am dying here with hunger! ¹⁸ I will get up and go to my father, and will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven, and ^[h]in your sight; ¹⁹ I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me as one of your hired men.”’ ²⁰ So he got up and came to ^[i]his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion for him, and ran and ^[j]embraced him and kissed him. ²¹ And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ ²² But the father said to his slaves, ‘Quickly bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet; ²³ and bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; ²⁴ for this son of mine was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.’ And they began to celebrate.

²⁵ “Now his older son was in the field, and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing. ²⁶ And he summoned one of the servants and began inquiring what these things could be. ²⁷ And he said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has received him back safe and sound.’ ²⁸ But he became angry and was not willing to go in; and his father came out and began pleading with him. ²⁹ But he answered and said to his father, ‘Look! For so many years I have been serving you and I have never ^[k]neglected a command of yours; and yet you have never given me a young goat, so that I might celebrate with my friends; ³⁰ but when this son of yours came, who has devoured your ^[l]wealth with prostitutes, you killed the fattened calf for him.’ ³¹ And he said to him, ‘Son, you ^[m]have always been with me, and all that is mine is yours. ³² But we had to celebrate and rejoice, for this brother of yours was dead and has begun to live, and was lost and has been found.’”

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Undoubtedly, hands down, this is the most impactful parable that Jesus shared during his ministry on Earth.  It's a story of family, and it perfectly syncs up with the outrageousness of the gospel.  Jesus spent so much time teaching his followers that he'd come to fulfill the Law, therefore their penchant for obsessing over technicalities certainly now had no place in their lives.  The parable of the prodigal son served as the zenith for obliterating the stronghold the Law still had over them.

When I was a teen, the challenge of the latest board game was how I spent the majority of my time with friends, and this was especially true around the holidays.  Determining a winner within a board game is only possible whilst following the rules to the tee.  Oftentimes, a minor technicality could turn the tide during the last few minutes of the game.  All games are like this.  That's why we have referees and officiating personnel who oversee the entire gaming process.

Later on in my life, I found myself caught up in travails that I was ashamed of, and it was then that those in authority over me used technicalities to punish me.  And during that process, they took it upon themselves to demonize me as they reviewed what they understood of my life as it pertained to their expectations.  Oh, how I longed for compassion at that point!  But, it was simply not in their vocabulary.

If we could see forward into the narrative of the prodigal son, I believe we'd find a boy who continued to be somewhat intrinsically rebellious and haughty, even after his father's earlier display of extraordinary generosity and care.  And similarly, the older brother likely continued to be a somewhat perturbed prick.  Because of this truth relative to how people tend to continue forward within their fallen character, this is why we write people off / delete them from our lives in lieu of continuing forward in obligation to them.  We simply find it easier to penalize them on a technicality, and in turn, punish them as they deserve.
Plus, it's rewarding in a sick and twisted kind of way, to watch people who are different than us suffer.  Even if at times it's our own children.

But this is not how our Heavenly Father operates because he can do what we cannot.  See our hearts.  Our motivations.  Where our allegiances truly lie.  Plus, he takes the long view as the vineyard-keeper.  Look at Luke 13:  6-9:

 ⁶ And He began telling this parable: “A man had a fig tree which had been planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and did not find any. ⁷ And he said to the vineyard-keeper, ‘Behold, for three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree ^[d]without finding any. Cut it down! Why does it even use up the ground?’ ⁸ And he answered and said to him, ‘Let it alone, sir, for this year too, until I dig around it and put in fertilizer; ⁹ and if it bears fruit next year, fine; but if not, cut it down.’”

In other words, he saying, here's my idle son.  He's taking up a space, only to leech off of everyone else's resources.  Nevertheless, I have hope for him still.  It's the possibility of him coming around that far outweighs my disappointment in him today.

May we as Christians consider everyone around us as we've been considered by our Heavenly Father, and henceforth be reminded daily of the monumental grace that's been willingly bestowed on us.  In essence, may we choose to take the long view with people, resisting the urge to demonize, doing so in return as we consider fully what we've been given, forever hopeful that we'll see those buds sprout forth within our neighbors, signaling the inevitable fruit of the spirit.  (Galatians 5: 22-23)