Weekly meetings available to you are as follows:

Tuesday at 6:30 PM, Truitt Baptist Church - Pearl. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.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.

Wednesday at 7:00 PM, Crossgates Baptist Church. Brandon Reach out to Matthew Lehman at (601)-214-4077 for further info.

Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Joe McCalman at 601-201-5608 or email him at cookandnoonie@gmail.com.


Tuesday, November 30, 2021

You Are Being Pursued By A Culture That's Aimed Squarely At Your Soul. Where Can We As Christian Men Properly Wrestle With / Find Solace From This Reality?

As westerners, we demure with ease so long as our comfortableness is maintained.  For we are materially wealthy (& subsequently hyper comfortable) to the nth degree with expected conveniences galore.  Yet comfort comes, so very often, with strings attached.  Strings that pay homage to / speak to our idolatrous nature. 

Screens are all around us, and as such, they're culture's primary mode of distribution (communicative influence).  The precedent set for this came about via the printing press' revolution of our cultural paradigm.   These screens are mounted above our fireplaces at home, held fast within our pockets, strapped to our wrists, stationed on our desks at work, glowing at us from within the car, and visual aiding us at church.  Our expectation today is for screens to be energized (always on) and novel with constant, unlimited content which is forever being burned (& subsequently written over) into our eyeballs.  They're now as ubiquitous as automobiles quickly became once civil engineers began designing roads / bridges and contractors laid asphalt.

But there's a difference in usage for a movie theater screen and a screen in your pocket.  Yet is there?  Which might be more or less influential and why?  

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Soon, we'll be presented with the notion of moving into a virtual reality screen where we may very well engage within a digital world.  No doubt, this world will be incredibly comfortable and novel, providing us with seemingly unlimited opportunity to be entertained.  The experience will occur in isolation yet behind a communal facade.  Very similar to the social media experiences of today but holistically more encompassing.  This will be a world where "everyone's equal" and has "a voice" that can be harnessed (somewhat covertly) by market makers to rake in the advertising revenue.

I'm of the opinion that they'll be very few cultural limits (moral) to what we'll be experiencing within this metaverse because of that "protective" facade.  For it will coax us into believing we're actually not unhealthily isolated via this pursuit.  May that very well be its greatest deception?

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As you know, technology is the engine that's driving all of this.  Mostly for profit but some too simply out of curiosity.  As microprocessors get faster and faster, our technologically accelerative culture gains that much more momentum as it exploits these advancements.  Costs too, play a factor here.  For the mass production of these incredible microscopic devices, which move vast quantities of data at the blink of an eye, has become so streamlined and optimized that they're now integrated into everything around us.

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So why am I writing a post about this?  

We are not pagans.  We're called to be holy.  Set apart.  

Yet, we're sitting squarely within this culture that I've described above because we too are westerners.  Westerners who refuse to live in caves. 

And, there're those strings that I mentioned within the first sentence.  Let's close this one up by addressing those caveats themselves.

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Your brain, no matter how spiritually mature you consider yourself to be, is being systematically shaped by our culture's devotion to tech.  And your brain is where your soul resides.  

This is truth.

This shaping is the web of strings that we commit to whilst engaging within our culture, and it's impossible to not agree to (be influenced by) because our brains (way of thinking) are malleable (especially when emotions are involved).   

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What can be done - as individuals - to intentionally resist / put into perspective this systematic soul shaping?  How can we detoxicate / disassociate / work against these powerful cultural influences?

1.  Limit screen time, and the most pragmatic means to accomplish this is to purge as many of them from your life as you realistically can.  This may sound unrealistic, but it's easier to do once you recognize the importance of protecting yourself.  On a related note, if you're unwilling to discard a particular device, temporarily decommission it via distance.  Leave it behind.

2.  Engage with other Christian men who've recognized the call to be holy and who're willing to assist one another within that pursuit via relational accountability.  

In closing, to expound a bit on #2, based on my experience, this process needs a format (like a Samson Society charter) to drive it forward with aplomb.  And despite the fact that there's no Academy Awards to be handed out therein, it's just as much a blockbuster for the soul.  Enriching, uplifting, convicting, prioritizing, re-sensitizing, humanizing, qualifying.

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Rob's First Virtual Samson Society Meeting

 


There's a lot to be said for embracing a fresh perspective.  The Samson Society virtual community has offered that fresh perspective to Rob as of late.  Having attended the 2021 National Samson Society retreat this month, I was convicted to jump in.  

The image above is the calendar for this month detailing the available virtual meetings.  As you can see, they're readily available most days.

How might you access these, if you were to choose to follow suit?

Firstly, you'll need to attend a Newcomer's meeting, and from there, you'll have access to any and all of these.  The Newcomer's meetings are listed on the homepage of www.samsonsociety.com.  These are mostly facilitated by either Mr. Tom Moucka, President of Samson House (nonprofit arm of Samson Society) or Mr. Nate Larkin, Founder of Samson Society, and their purpose is to properly screen guys for participation within the virtual community.

Also available, in order to complement the virtual Samson Society meetings, is a hugely popular group text application dubbed Slack.  It has a myriad of channels and is designed to "keep the conversation going" long after the virtual meeting(s) have ended.

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Ever since this past Thursday (Thanksgiving) attending my first virtual Samson Society meeting, I've come to see these meetings in a completely different light.  Before, I was biased towards the face-to-face meeting from the standpoint of having "physical access" to other Samson guys.  And there's much relevancy embedded within that prejudice.  

But, during this season of my Samson journey, there's something to be said for being in community yet also keeping it somewhat at arm's length.  Particularly from the standpoint of maintaining what I desire moreso now more than ever - horizontality.  

What is horizontality?  It's me not being held to a higher standard.  Instead, it's me simply being allowed / expected to be me.  Warts and all. 

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Goodbye Cruel Girl(s)

The only time I was ever physically assaulted on the playground at school was during 4th or 5th grade.  At the time, I was around the same age as my youngest daughter.  But what made the assault unique was that it ensued from a girl.  And it was not at all provoked except by Rob being Rob.  My assailant absolutely hated me, and that hate had only swelled as elementary school progressed.  Hence, when she saw her opportunity to beat me up on that particular day, she did so with a vengeance, striking me in the head and face repeatedly with her fists after shoving me to the ground.  I remember not fighting back, but instead crying out that I had a recently been diagnosed with a brain condition.  Upon hearing that, she eventually got off of me whilst mocking my ridiculous ruse.  From there, I quickly dusted myself off before putting as much distance as I could between her and me (from that point forward).

After this day, I remember being terrified of this cruel girl, and not only because she'd humiliated me with her assault on the playground.  I'd never witnessed anyone basking in others' pain as she did.  She was like an uncaged wild animal that just happened to be one of my elementary school classmates year after year.  There was so much hatred in her little girl heart.  It was breathtaking to behold.

During middle school, this same girl would unabashedly mock our new-to-our-private-academy history teacher - during class - by calling him gay, queer or fag.  She did this at least once a week, intentionally loud and demeaning.  The studious young man (fresh out of college) would seethe upon hearing this, yet he'd simply try to ignore the verbal abuse and attempt to keep on teaching.  On occasion, he'd throw her out of the classroom, but more often than not, he'd simply attempt to make the best of a situation that truly was unmanageable.  These derogatory descriptors weren't readily used during the '80s, therefore that made them that much more vulgar and shockingly disrespectful.  

Once I moved into 9th (or maybe 10th) grade, I caught wind that this girl had become pregnant (over the summer) and therefore had dropped out of school.

I breathed a sigh of relief (as did my classmates).

I often wondered if her baby turn out to be the Antichrist.

High school became slightly more civilized once she was gone.

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When I arrived home from the 2021 National Samson Society retreat, I was delighted to see one of our neighbor's homes up for sale.  That particular homeowner, around the beginning of this year, had communicated her disdain for me and my entire family via the magic of text messaging.  

Over the course of the preceding weeks (before she revealed her disdain), she and I had been collaboratively working to schedule a date / time for her family to share an initial meal with the Turners.  And that sporadic communication had gone as one might expect.  

Yet, whilst looking back on that, I should have never been communicating in this manner with a young female neighbor.  Instead, the arrangements should have been made between she and my wife (who knew her slightly better than I did).

Nonetheless, I immediately blocked her number after her verbal vomit, but not before she'd had the opportunity to mock my disabled wife in the cruelest manner.  It was a heartless attack that left me speechless.

Over the course of this weekend, their U-Haul truck was loaded up twice, and each time they ferried it out of our cul-de-sac, I could feel my blood pressure diminish slightly.  Last night, one of their vehicles was still remaining, parallel parked on the street out in front of their former 2-bedroom abode.  But then, after we returned home from church, all reminders of their presence had been removed.

One quick side note:  A day or two after this neighbor's venomous text messages landed in my smartphone, I sat down with the girls and gave them clear instructions.  Everyone listened intently, and thankfully, no one questioned my orders.  In a nutshell, I relayed to them that I'd become aware of this woman's mental health issues, therefore in light of her instability, they were to steer clear of the family at all costs.  And they did.

And from there, we did as the Bible instructs and prayed for their salvation and well-being.

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Throughout my life, I've at times found myself having to associate / work alongside women who scare me via their combined intellect and virulence.  And this fear is rooted in the leverage they have as emotionally driven females.  

Because I'm a man, I refuse to fight these women, though I will stand up to them (if I believe it's absolutely necessary).  But more often than not, I simply work diligently to put as much distance between myself and them as possible.  

Being in their very presence hurts my heart.  Because I know they're damaged goods.  Deeply scarred.  Massively wounded.  More often than not by a man / men.

It makes my heart sick to see women in this condition, but it also puts a smile on my face when I see them move on.  

God help them.

Saturday, November 20, 2021

How Might Cultivating / Observing Your (Grand)Son(s)' Ongoing Maturation Impact Your Own Maturation?

There are so many questions I have regarding this topic.  As such, I've attempted to provide an overarching summation of them all within the title (question) of this post. 

But firstly, I need to qualify my use of the word maturation.  That word implies merited positivity, but I'm not necessarily making that assumption.  I'm citing this word more from the standpoint of unmitigated growth or narrative.  Growth / narrative that moves forward but not necessarily within a righteous / healthy capacity.  The emphasis here is on the concept of forward.

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I'm a father to three daughters, therefore I've no firsthand experience with fathering a son whilst observing / taking note of how it might affect / impact me.  That's my disclaimer before you read any further.

Here's an interesting question (to me at least):

Obviously, adolescence brought on by the onset of puberty brings the penchant for lustful fantasy within boys.  If during that development, you as the boy's dad experience a reduction / newfound resolve not to (continue to?) nurture the same, is this somehow the result of your identity as the dad (older, more mature man) being amplified / distinguished - by association - in kind?  

I do believe there are a lot of opportunities for fathers to find their footing / make better sense of their identities as grown ass men in contrast, but also in relation to, their sons, and this occurrence surely plays out via an offset, progressive narrative as both males take on their associative roles within the family.

And I'm really interested in knowing more about this phenomenon, yet everything I do know is speculative based on observation.  Nonetheless, I feel so moved to imply some theories / relay some thoughts here.

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At my uncle's funeral earlier this week, I was pleased to see a younger cousin of mine (he's in his mid-40s) who has resided in Austin, TX throughout his adulthood.  Benji is a richly successful businessman within the tech field.  He gained a foothold within that industry (after finishing at Delta State University) thanks to a familial connection (his wife's family) to Michael Dell.  In line with that, Benji is an extremely handsome guy with a megawatt smile (& charisma to match).  He's also a family man with an adopted son and two biological daughters.  Smart + good looking + ambitious + opportunistic has equated to worldly success for him.

Not surprisingly, even at the graveside service, Benji was nonchalantly gloating about his hectic professional life, peppering the formalities with talk of him needing to jet over to Europe for work before the Thanksgiving holiday.  I asked a handful of questions during the few moments I had (having not seen him since 2010), some of which were clearly confusing.  But that was only because they were tied to details he'd shared with me years ago (via a handful of email exchanges) that were no longer presently relevant (my remembered reality versus his present reality).  And that's what got me thinking about his drive forward and what possibly has fueled that for he himself.  It's important to note that Benji is the middle child of three sons, yet he's by far the only hyper-successful standout.

Similarly important to note is that Benji's (became deceased back in 2010) dad (an older brother of my father) was the antithesis of Benji relative to ambition.  So where might have Benji's drive culminated from exactly?

Let's take a closer look at my cousin's relationship with his adopted son.  For I believe therein may lie one of many distinct keys to understanding his distinctiveness.

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Within Year One of Benji's marriage (he married a lovely young woman from the Mississippi Delta soon after completing his undergrad work at DSU), he and his new wife hastily proceeded with an international adoption of a Russian boy (the child's exact age unknown).  At that time, Benji's obligations at Dell Computer had him dutifully traveling worldwide for the majority of the year.  For his meteoric rise up the corporate ladder, in spite of his youth, demanded this.  Hence, the adopted son saw much less of his driven dad, as part of his newfound Texas upbringing, than he'd expected to.

Once the boy entered into middle / high school, he began experimenting with illegal drugs and fornicating.  In time, three girls became pregnant prior to the young man being incarcerated within the Pacific Northwest.  

Now, I know I've blazed through that boy's life with those few sentences, but my point is this:  He became an unbridled rebel that in no way synchronized with his upstanding, materially wealthy, highly successful / established Texas family.

What few times I've dialogued with Benji about his relationship with his son, there's been nothing but bitterness and outrage towards the boy's "ungrateful moral assault" on Benji and his wife.  To me, that particular attitude is simply posturing.  For I know my cousin.  He's a smart dude with a heart of gold.  As such, I believe he both bit off far more than he could chew on one hand whilst refusing to do the necessary intensive parenting work (rooted in being present for the adopted boy) on the other.  In other words, he chose his career over his very unique parental obligation.

Could the moral failings of his adopted son be serving to sink one side of an associative identity pendulum between these two men?  A pendulum that, in opposition, elevates / propels my cousin, Benji, to perform / succeed at a ridiculously demanding pace?  Is that even possible?

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Along the same lines (but by no means the same), I often wonder how the patriarchal shame my father experienced relative to impregnating my mother (his girlfriend), as an 18-year-old country boy, impacted his moral outlook going forward into adulthood.  As far as I'm concerned, my father's entire identity is anchored in the notion of the prosperity gospel (well before anyone dubbed it as such).  Hence, after making that big time sexual mistake (& seeing it come forth even, into this world, as Rob, Jr.), there would be no more slip ups in that regard or otherwise.  

And I can vouch for that.

My dad has never made any time for lust.  He's never made any time for cheating.  He's never made any time for lying, and always, always attends church (& served as a deacon) on Sundays / Wednesdays.  The man doesn't drink or smoke or hang with those who do.  Now, he's by no means a saint, yet his appearance is consistently saintly, with no mention EVER of his teenage moral failings.  Whitewashed veneer is he.

And then there was me, his son.  Who eventually became an effeminate outcast as a young man who was quietly rejected (by him).  An outcast who, without the very stable home life he was given, his overactive imagination, and the gospel of Jesus Christ, would have been at great risk for losing every bit of his emotional / spiritual footing in this world of woe.   

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Now, let's change this up a bit before we close all this speculative thinking and hearsay out.

There's only been one occasion (that I distinctly remember) where I've heard a dad acknowledge his son's athletically built body in a way that felt sanctimonious.  And not surprisingly, considering the context, this occurred in reference to the son's past decisions relative to (not) playing college sports (as if his athletic build had been put to waste).  Decisions which the father regretted witnessing (likely because he'd have chosen differently had it been his choice to make).

I do recall being within the presence of family friends (both father & son present) who had sons who were respectfully acknowledged for their physical builds / athleticism, but these were super rare occasions that I simply stumbled upon.   One in particular occurred after a varsity football game when I was a young teen.  My grandfather and I had stopped by one of his fellow parishioners' homes, and during that short visit, I witnessed what I just described.  The only reason I was there was due to me visiting my grandparents within the Mississippi Delta as a teenager, and man, witnessing this affirmative event became the highlight of my stay with them that weekend.

Here's how it played out:  The unspoken yet respectful acknowledgement consisted of the athletically built teenage son presenting his semi-nude self post shower, in response to our visit (simply to say hello).  From what I recall, my grandfather and I were dialoguing with the boy's parents in their small living room when he came in to speak.  He was wearing shorts with no shirt, and his hair was still damp from his shower.  If I remember correctly, he did have a towel flung over one shoulder.  And all of these particulars made his greeting that much more dynamic as everyone, in turn, congratulated him on the "big win" (he was a player on the hometown varsity team) earlier in the evening.  

And that episode, my friend, is what I'd like to segue from since it points directly to the beginning of this post.  It may get a little weird from here on out, but I'm certain you'll not be surprised at that, considering the author of this post.

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Mr. Don Waller brought his college-age son along to the 2021 National Samson Society retreat a few weekends back.  I didn't spend too much time with either of them, but one thing I did take note of was Don's associative role (as father) versus what I'm used to seeing of him within those settings.

And I've tried to think through that in reverse.  Wondering how different an associative role truly is - as a dad - when your child is female.  Of course, there wouldn't have been any appropriateness to Don bringing his daughter to the retreat, but for comparison's sake, what if he had?  How might his associative role play been different - internally and otherwise?

The primary need that men have is respect, whereas the primary need women have is security.  And I believe that manly need has a great deal of cross pollination capability / opportunity between father / son.  And this is the key difference in rearing sons versus rearing daughters.

Sons are a male version of your DNA.  There's no denying they're a next male generation of a portion of you.  As such, I would argue, the efficiency / efficacy therein relative to this potential cross pollination (healthy or unhealthy) is noteworthy, if not undeniable.  And that's pretty exciting stuff to acknowledge.

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In closing, I spent close to an hour listening to a (new to me) Samson guy's story on Saturday night during the 2021 National Samson Society retreat.  He'd been referred to me, therefore in spite of my fatigue, I lent my ear.  This man was extremely articulate, highlighting his story episodically with a multitude of remembered dates.  Nonetheless, I simply wasn't all that absorbed in what he was disclosing, even with the calendared milestones that were there for reference.  And it wasn't as if it wasn't an interesting, relatable tale.  I just had other things on my mind.

Yet, he said something to me that took me aback.  And that was this disclosure:  he was grateful that he didn't end up (this man was a widower in his early 60s) with a son to rear due to his fear of sexualizing the boy. 

And him sharing that reminded me of something someone said to Rob when my first two daughters (the third was yet to be born) were small.  A colleague of mine (serving within a volunteer organization) relayed to me, off the cuff, that she was convinced that I was "better equipped" to father girls than boys.  Hence, she was glad to see me given that opportunity.

What the fuck?!?  (This was my internal reaction then.)

What the fuck?!?

Maybe someone had said something similar to this Samson dude.

Monday, November 15, 2021

The (Horny) Christian White Knight / "You Look Like Vice."

The first teenage girl that became infatuated with young (also teenage) Rob did so primarily via telephone conversations she and I had over the course of a few months.  This young, very sweet lady lived with her family in Saltillo, MS.  We'd met at a winter concert band event (hosted by a MS IHL) over the course of a weekend.  She played clarinet as I did, and me being as articulate as I was, we hit it off.  Over time, she lost interest, and this no doubt was accelerated by my unwillingness to frequent her repetitive (to me) invitations to awkwardly rendezvous while she was here in Jackson with her north Mississippi family.

Similarly, another girl (colleague from church) also fell (quite hard) for me thanks to Ma Bell, and this occurred despite the fact that this young lady lived in the Jackson area (near me).  At the outset of our relationship, Jean would call me from a local hospital (pay phone) as her parents were there visiting a dying relative (I believe it was her great uncle).  And this went on for a number of days / weeks, usually late in the afternoon / early evening.  I have no idea what we dialogued about for all those hours on end, but nonetheless, whatever it was, she obviously felt "attended to" enough to keep listening.

Me being an only child typically afforded plenty of opportunity & desire to chat it up with these friendgirls.  And this was especially the case during my early high school years (before I was frying more & more Chick-A-Fil during my junior / senior years).  Too, all of this made me feel like a nice Christian guy.

Angie and I had a long distance relationship while we were dating, and this occurred during my last year of architecture school at Mississippi State University.  While she was residing in Shreveport, LA, we'd chat most nights for hours.  I loved having this time with her.  It was a nice stopgap in light of the miles between us.

My brother-in-law was such the telephone magnate during his teen years that my in-laws installed a second telephone (land)line within their home just for him.  I distinctly remember looking Angie's home phone number up within the telephone directory on a handful of occasions, and always taking note of the indented verbiage that read (directly below):  Children's telephone....

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During the 2020 National Samson Society retreat, I had the privilege of sharing a meal with a Samson guy who was real-time resonating from a pivotal personal revelation (as a result of one of the workshop proceedings).  This man was in his late-50s / early-60s, and he explained to me how he'd been a victim of exploitation for much of his teen / young adult years.  Surprisingly, the predator in this case was his pastor's wife (who was obviously much older than he was at the time), and she did her wooing / predatory work always over the telephone (seductive phone sex).  This routine went on through his college years and well beyond 'till he reached his early 30s.  Yet, it wasn't 'till that 2020 retreat (decades later) that he recognized her predatory behavior for what it really was - predatory behavior.

During this year's National Samson Society retreat, I re-met another guy (who's closer to my age) who shared much more of his story (we only spoke briefly last year) with me (& a handful of other Samson guys who were in our small group).  I vaguely remembered him from last year.  Nonetheless, he remembered me, and from there he talked in detail about his longstanding issue with "white knight syndrome".

"White Knight syndrome" is the penchant to rescue the "damsel in distress" and as a result identify tremendously with said rescue, and it seems to take root within some men via childhood trauma.  

This guy's glamorized identity as a white knight revolved around an experience he had in middle school involving a close friend of his named Ben.  Ben asked for help relative to socializing with his "Australian cousin, Kyra" who was here visiting the states all by her lonesome.

This Samson guy agreed to make the effort to cold call fraternize with this young lady, and eventually this ongoing dialogue lead to seductive phone sex between the two children.

In the end, this Samson guy shockingly discovered that all of this hot and steamy middle school phone sex wasn't actually happening between himself and an Aussie named Kyra.  Instead, it had occurred between himself and Ben (his close friend) who'd been posing as Kyra all along.  

And this resulted in big time T.R.A.U.M.A.

After hearing this, I worked hard to triangulate between my now much more well acquainted friend and my aforementioned friend from 2020 (decades of phone sex with the pastor's wife), and the Lord facilitated that beautifully.  That, in and of itself, was super cool.  

Fast forward a bit into my new friend's (from this year's retreat) adult life, and you can see how this traumatic, privately sexualized middle school event (between he and his friend Kyra-Ben) powerfully affirmed / poisoned a distortion that took hold of his identity with a vengeance.

Thanks to social media (hurray for social media!), this white knight found himself reconnecting many years into the future with a (actual) female high school friend.  He did not disclose this online juncture to his wife, yet his friendgirl from high school did reveal her newly made (re)connection to her husband.

This now adult friendwoman had a number of personal problems (most of which stemmed from alcohol addiction) that this white knight quickly identified firsthand with great interest and compassion.  And despite their being geographically apart from each other (he lived in Nashville, her in Atlanta), they managed to eventually rendezvous and have intercourse.  

After this occurred a few times, her husband wised up to it and then the shit hit the fan.

According to this knight, all of that occurred +/-5 years ago.  Nonetheless, he divulged that he continues to long (obsess) for this damsel.  And he wasn't ashamed to admit to thinking of her everyday.  

His knighthood demands that he take covert ganders at her social media pages forlornly.  As such, there's the opportunity to affirm his validated fantastical identity (relative to her life's continued travails).

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To circle back to my super chatty brother-in-law, his first wife (who's now deceased due to alcohol poisoning) was his damsel in distress.  In fact, her entire family needed rescuing, according to him, therefore he gladly stepped up to the plate.  And no doubt, this was a noble cause backed by the purest of intentions, but their situation was far more intrinsically dysfunctional than he could have ever imagined.

Therefore, what resulted was him making a huge mistake that ended in much loss, heartache, and tragedy (as I referenced earlier).

It's important to know that there're few men who've known / experienced as much familial childhood trauma as my brother-in-law (at the hands of his parents).

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I've talked in the past about how women desire men to provide security for them, and in turn, men desire respect.  The White Knight syndrome, I believe, finds its root therein within this normal sequence of operations.  Especially under the guise of nice guy Christianity.  

It's fascinating to me how the White Knight fantasy can be elevated to such an incredibly important emotional plateau for both men and women, all the while finding its roots in what men and women truly want / desire out of romantic relations.

But this seems to be especially true when it involves seduction and intercourse (in the form of fornication / adultery). 

Within our culture, women aren't to be relegated to a weaker position in relation to men, yet some vilify their naturally identifiable circumstances to their advantage.  And, of course, the genders can be reversed as such with the woman being the one riding the white horse and the man wearing the flowing, pink gown.  It's uncommon but no doubt possible.

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There're an awful lot of individuals out there who're well positioned to be rescued.  Yet, it's best to remember that some of these will deliver the part with no regard for boundaries, perception or recourse.  Their one goal may very well be to seduce and entrap (without them even realizing it).   

On the opposing side of that truth is the White Knight.  No matter his intentions, he's setting himself up for nothing more than some intense orgasms.  And those only last for a few seconds at best. 

The Sarah Society / Recommended Reading

Huma Abedin’s ‘No Apology’ Tour - POLITICO

Lagniappe

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Silas #1.1

I actually wasn't so sure I would have the privilege of obtaining another Silas, yet I did so today.  

I do not simply choose to ask any Samson man to be my Silas.  Instead, I wait for God's prompting.  And frankly, I'd no idea if God would necessarily prompt, particularly at this time.  But he did.  And here I am.  Partnered with another man.  For as long as he'll have me.

What's unique about this relationship is its history.  For this man served as my very first Silas back in 2011 / 2012 before I knew the Samson Society verbiage, much less anything of the Samson Society.  

Here's the majority of a letter of thanks I wrote to this man back in October of 2018:

"I’m writing to thank you for showing me firsthand just how effective being in community truly is for Rob relative to sanctification and personal growth. The friendship that we had while you were youth pastor at Lakeside [Presbyterian Church] represented a period of time for me that literally changed my way of thinking as it pertains to what men can and should be doing for each other as brothers in Christ.  In fact, I would go so far as to say, without a shadow of a doubt, that my memory of our kind of friendship represents to me today my most cherished long-term goal in life. 

Were it not for your willingness to be authentic during our lunch that day at Jerusalem Café in Fondren, I seriously doubt that I would be as well versed in the power of community to the degree that I am. Thank you for taking that risk with me and for in turn giving me permission to do the same with you.

Lakeside served me well by introducing me to you and your family all those years ago, therefore I see our church as a place of significant episodic good work within the life of the Turners. Today, my family continues to enjoy worshipping there, and I’m privileged to facilitate one of four Samson Society groups in the Jackson Metro every Saturday morning on site.  In many ways, I do so in honor of my memory of the support I found during our time together.  Thanks again and much love to you and your family."

I wrote this due to my then growing friendship with Lakeside's now current youth pastor, and his willingness to triangulate between our friendship and my / his previous / present one.

To my surprise, my old friend responded to this correspondence almost immediately, and I used that opportunity to encourage him to attend the 2018 National Samson Society retreat.  Unfortunately, he wasn't able to do so, but he did attend in 2019, 2020, and this year's.  As such, during each of these annual weekend retreats, we were given the opportunity to reconnect.  Too, I attended a regional retreat he co-lead back in the summer that also provided opportunity for us to patiently resynchronize.  

I have great respect for this brother in Christ, but I'm also humbled to know that he would be willing to provide this service to me (again) all these years later.

The greatest defense / offense I have at my disposal as a Samson guy is my willingness to be vulnerable with my Silas.  Particularly when I'm tempted to consume pornography or soon thereafter (post consumption).  

Gay pornography is only becoming more and more pervasive, prevalent, mainstream, and customized.  I remain just as defeated relative to my sense of deep seated worthlessness.  Establishing a healthy, helpful, ongoing emotional connection with my Silas personally works against both of these truths.

Thanks be to God for Samson Society. 
 

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Living Out The Remainder Of Life Sans Bio Brothers / Ushering In Loneliness

My dad's one of four Turner boys, born and reared in the Mississippi Delta.  This morning, around 4:30 AM, he became an only child due to his youngest brother, Ted, dying.  His older two brothers died in years past, and as such, neither of those two were close to him.  It's important to note that my father is in his late 60s, and in perfect health, therefore he's physically well positioned to live decades longer.

I can tell you now that the loneliness he's about to be faced with has the potential to shorten his life span tremendously.  And this is due to the fact that the loneliness will more than likely seed depression. 

A massive portion of my father's identity has always been tied to his "rank" (as boy #3) within that troupe of Turner men.  And that "rank" had the most relevancy in relation to his youngest brother, Ted.  I've actually never witnessed anything like it.  He served as Ted's "big brother".  And he had done so throughout his life.  This was a tenured position that no one could touch.  Except death, of course.

My father's penchant for nostalgia is unparalleled.  This may also play into his despair.  Especially whilst traveling through the Mississippi Delta town of Belzoni where he (& my mom) grew up (& adjacent to where my uncle Ted resided). 

Today marks the beginning of the remainder of my father's life.  My heart aches for him relative to facing his future as an only child.

Friday, November 12, 2021

Recommended Reading - WSJ

Churches Changed During the Pandemic and Many Aren’t Going Back - WSJ 

Recommended Reading - The Gospel Coalition

 What Skills Do You Need to Help Someone Defeat Porn? (thegospelcoalition.org)

Recommended Reading - Desiring God Post

 Take the Hill: How Mission Brings Men Together | Desiring God

Samson Society - The No Bull Briefing - November 2021

 

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Back story: It’s a funny thing how in recovery once the dormant parts of my brain started to heal, parts of my heart began to stir. A sponsor or Silas (I can’t recall who) advised me about 3 years ago to “get out of my own analytical brain a bit” and start to explore my right (creative) side of my brain. Poetry started to bubble up and this is one of the byproducts of my recovery that I just do for myself.  “That angels are with us is very sure, and no one should ever have doubted it,” and “Let Your holy angel be with me, that the evil foe may have no power over me,” Martin Luther states matter-of-factly that angels are near and with us and listen. (Luther’s Morning Prayer) “The room” references what many in Recovering call their meeting – in strictest confidence seeking community and understanding and lasting change Shared Secrets – Angels ListeningBy L BaileyI could feel your hidden placesIn the room I felt affinity, aligning with your inner painYou dropped your self-protective shield for a sacred momentDecades of stories-being-told poured into my lapFeeling victory, pain, agonyYour body’s muscles holding your past protecting you so longA cry came from you to speakWith angels presentI could feel the melting of walls in your bodyYou flowed into a new safe spaceIt was my eyes that were awakened, listeningWatching the shifts in your head and shouldersIt wasn’t dandruff being shedBut the stuff hidden from othersFor protectionFor safetyFor shameFor deception of self and othersThen the opening presented itselfWe were Present, WitnessesNo grandiosityNo bold pronouncementsThat place became a “Listening”Finally came “Understanding”In its good time, “Healing”When angels listened in the room
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