Being reared in a megachurch (First Baptist Church Jackson) with the pedigree of a Huckleberry Finn, I simply stood back in awe of the spectacle, masses and outstanding preaching. As a teen, I was there during the late '80s when Dr. Frank Pollard (Senior Pastor) was in his prime (during his second appointment there). We attended both Sunday mornings and evenings, giving nary a second thought to driving all the way from humble (back then) Madison to downtown Jackson twice (+/25 minute car ride) on The Lord's Day.
Some veteran Jackson Mississippi Samson guys' musings, recommended resources, and Samson Society news / updates (all written by 100% Grade A - Human Intelligence)
Sunday, July 31, 2022
For Tenured Samson Guys, Church Can Seem Awfully Saccharine
Church provided teen Rob (only child) with so many good opportunities to be cared for by adults who weren't Bob and Darlene. Therein, I was lassoed in by the gospel at the tender age of 13. In many ways it was religiously idyllic. Especially considering the setting being Mississippi.
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Today, Samson Society provides the caring adults who support Rob, done so at a level (appropriately so) that's far more nuanced and intentional.
So where does that leave church?
Church, to me, is like going to the Y for a workout or down the Reservoir multi-purpose trail for a run. It's time well spent, but mostly, it's routine more than anything else.
Now, we tithe our 10% every month, and I sing in the Chancel Choir for both the Christmas and Easter cantatas, and I will keep doing that.
But, I don't work hard to make close Presbyterian friends, participate in either the domestic or overseas mission projects or aspire to become a deacon / elder at Lakeside Presbyterian Church.
Hence, some Sundays can be monotonous and thereby fatiguing.
But, there is one regularly scheduled church programming event (Fall / Spring) exception to this.
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One of the things I really like about our little community church is Wednesday nights. And not just due to the food line ("Family Night Supper").
When I was in late elementary school, Bob & Darlene would bring me to megachurch (First Baptist Church Jackson) for Wednesday evening service, and though the food was great, everything else about it sucked.
Primarily this had to do with the facilities, which were vast, but on Wednesday evenings, the attendance numbers were miniscule compared to Sunday mornings. Hence, the megachurch building felt daunting and frozen due to its emptiness.
As such, their formality was amplified that much more.
After that singular year (1985?), we discontinued attending Wednesday megachurch services because none of us liked it one bit.
Fast forward to today, and there's no doubt that Lakeside Pres' facilities are on the opposite end of the spectrum. They're not even, by definition, modest. Haphazard is the best descriptor I can think of. Yet, in so many ways, it's a perfect reflection of the community it serves, and this is due to the fact that the Reservoir area is such the Hodge Podge free-for-all / redneck resort paradise of the Jackson Metro.
Today, Wednesday nights at Lakeside Pres are typically jammed packed with middle to upper middle-class Presbyterians, easily stretching the seams of the '70ish facilities. It's borderline raucous. And I like that about it because it doesn't - in the slightest - reek of church. Plus, there are even a few occasions where Bible studies are enacted, following dinner, that are well worth the weekday evening invested.
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My wife, Angie, isn't involved in The Sarah Society (a women's equivalent to Samson Society), therefore her relationships at Lakeside Pres are (aspiringly) tantamount to the ones I enjoy via Samson. Therefore, on Sunday mornings, she lingers far longer than I do - after the service - to chat meaningfully with her friends. Angie's also far more likely to interject prayer requests during Sunday School, and she frequently attends a ladies' breakfast gathering amongst her middle-aged (& a few older) peers.
Angie loves Lakeside Pres. In fact, were she forced to choose between it and her husband, I'm pretty sure she'd choose Lakeside Pres.
And that makes me really happy because I believe church today is mostly geared towards women and meeting their spiritual needs. In conclusion, finding one where my wife feels communal makes me one quite content Samson guy.
Friday, July 29, 2022
Stand Up For Yourself. Samson Society Is A Selfish Pursuit. As You Mature In Your Recovery, Optimize Your Approach To Said Recovery.
You are loyal to no one within Samson Society. This is not a fraternity or a men's club. Samson Society isn't a discipleship group or a men's Sunday School class. It is a community of men seeking recovery, and you are responsible for taking full advantage therein relative to your specific recovery.
Both of my former Silases benefited Rob primarily via face-to-face meetings. And (mostly) it wasn't what was said during those junctures. No, it was simply the time spent together. Text-messages, telephone calls, etc. did little for me, though I certainly participated as such. Hence, I'm constrained (relative to meeting my specific needs), and I realize that. I believe this is why my recovery will never likely be, well, recovered. Obviously, there's only so much time available to commune with one's Silas face-to-face (that either he or I can stomach). Especially considering men's typical MO of doing 99% of male-to-male life in groups (3+).
An example of one of the very best "healing" face-to-face "sessions" between my first Silas and I happened in 2016 during the Jackson, Mississippi Samson Society Spring Retreat. And essentially, that "session" was comprised of me spending time with him alone or somewhat alone. During this retreat, we shared a room in the gloriously luxurious vacation home where the retreat was held, and though we only had a few private conversations therein, it was simply being alone with him that really mattered.
Why?
I don't really know. What I do know is it was soothing to be desired enough in that regard. Plus, it provided a counterweight to the ever-present din of the other Samson guys present.
I'm sure that sounds weird, but it's how I've come to understand myself. Likely there's something there related to me being an only child.
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My second Silas was wired similarly to me in this regard (he was also an only child). Hence, our relationship definitely played off of each other, but one thing that was really interesting about him was his sort of secret preference for unplanned face-to-face pursuit. Now, you need to know that this dude planned out every waking hour of his life, and I suppose me interrupting that needily basically gave him permission to throttle back "from the grind" in such a way that was especially acceptable / appreciated / desirable. I'm theorizing here.
I do know that his close proximity (he lived relatively close by) also facilitated these last-minute ("Catch me, I'm falling!") junctures. Having never lived so close to a Silas, the convenience was also positively affirming / comforting.
The only issue here was there were no regularly scheduled junctures, though I didn't recognize it at the time.
But, learn I did.
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Today, I'm involved in the "Make Thursdays Great Again" virtual Samson Society meeting which is made up of an amazing group of 30+ Samson guys, but interestingly enough, my present-day Silas happens to be local.
He and I have met face-to-face on three occasions over the past three months, and during our last rendezvous, I asked that we calendar our next two future junctures (which he agreed to). All-in-all, the plan is to rendezvous at lunch and at a local park (both) once a month. Therefore, about every two weeks is when we're slated to meet.
This too is easily facilitated due to how close in proximity we live to each other.
What's especially curious about how all of this played out is the following: my Silas was only vaguely familiar with Samson Society prior to this past April. Now, you must know that I have known him, as a distant friend, for well over a decade. And, I knew of his struggle with lust because he'd shared it with me at the outset of our relationship (+/-15 years ago). But back then, Samson wasn't an available resource to either of us, and the concept of recovery was irrelevant to either of us.
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Optimize your recovery in two ways: by making the best of opportunities and being assertive relative to the needs that specifically can be addressed (within reason) via your Silas. Do this well by learning, over time, as you relate to various men within this community. Recovery is as much about understanding and reacting to personal dynamics as it is to gaining perspective regarding both where you're at along The Path today and where you're wanting to be.
Thursday, July 28, 2022
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
"The No Bull Briefing" - July 2022 Newsletter Of The Samson Society
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