It was
good to know that I could step away for a week and not worry about
what would be taught or said. Thank you Colby, I hear you did a
fantastic job. It is evident that the gift of God resides within
your life.
There
wasn't a reading assignment for the week I was gone, so I had to
bring everyone in the back door. Wes Yoder has a gift for going to
the heart of a matter and putting it into words that makes sense to
men. The first chapter sets the tone for the rest of the book in
that it deals with the issues of silence, fear, and disappointment
that forces American men into lives of small talk, empty words, and
mindless conversations that have nothing to do with what is going on
in our hearts.
The
process begins with our fathers.
Generations
can pass by in the unending passage of time, with each new generation
failing to teach the next how to share the deeper things of the
heart. Wes Yoder believes the silence is nurtured in a culture of
shame. The difficult and weightier issues of life don't find
explanations beyond a grunt or an occasional outburst of anger. To
me, the issue is fathers. More specifically the western idea of
fatherhood. While I can't speak with authority about European ideas
of fatherhood, I can speak about Americans. What is even more
amazing, is that each generation continues the same process. Sure,
we try our best to make improvements, we promise ourselves we won't
be like our fathers. Sons harbor childhood resentments well into
their adult years until they wake up and realize they could do no
better than their father. By then, the damage is done. Bitterness
and anger have closed doors of communication that could have been
game changers for both men. Sons rebel or withdraw, leaving the
grieving father with the sure knowledge that he didn't do it any
better than his own father did. Guilt and shame crowd in, and before
you know it, you're face to face with loneliness. The home is empty,
your life is empty, and your soul is empty. Shallow conversations
about sports, weather, politics, and work replace weightier
discussions. Across the entire nation, our conversations resemble
the header of a newspaper. If you try and begin the conversation with
“Dad, how did you. . . . .” The reply will usually be a curt “I
don't remember.” or even a more remote grunt followed by “how
about those. . . “
Actually,
the truth is, he winged it. He did the best he could and made
mistakes. He limped along, alone, and feeling around in the dark for
the best answer or path. Like other sons before him, he'd burned the
bridges with his father and couldn't find the courage to push back
into relationship. The culture of shame continues. Most men don't
reconnect with their fathers until we are well into our thirties. We
sever the most important human relationship we have.
There
it is, that's the answer.
We've
lost the ability to relate.
Yet,
that is the one thing we were created for. We were created for
relationship. Sure we can talk about things that don't matter. As
men, we deserve the derision of women and the snide comments about
our being unable to communicate. If we can't communicate with our
fathers who are of like species as we are, how can we expect to
communicate with the complex creature known as WOMAN? We just move
from one empty relationship to another. Lack of communication is
cited as one of the major causes of divorce. If she'd had the common
sense to look at the relationship between father and son, she would
have her first clue as to what her relationship would be.
That is
where we're at for this week.
I've
asked for all the men to read from page 31 to 40 in Bond of Brothers.
I've also given you an assignment to write the theorems of your
youth. You know, the ones you made when you were a little boy and
angry at your dad. The Ones that rose up out of your disappointment
and resentment. The ones that said you weren't going to be like the
man you should most desire to be like. The ones you allowed to
fester and grow in your heart. The only way you couldn't have had
them, is if your father passed when you were young, or if you had
that rare awesome relationship we are trying to encourage. If you
have that latter, maybe you should be teaching the class.
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