Looking back on my life, I can identify several moments of helpless momentum. What I mean by a moment of ‘helpless momentum’ is a turning point when life picks up its pace in a frightening hurry. During these moments, the momentum is completely out of my hands… I’m helpless to the drastic velocity my life is gaining. All I can do is try to manage that velocity… I will either control it and experience some great changes in my life, or it will destroy me.

I experienced one of these moments when I left home for college. I deliberately chose a school that was 1,000 miles from everything and everyone I was familiar with because I knew I needed to experience something totally new. My mom, dad, and sister made that awful first drive with me from Dallas to the far northeastern corner of Tennessee. We landed at a tiny, liberal arts school named Milligan College that hid in the middle of a tiny, Appalachian town named Johnson City. The next day, after a quick lunch, my family left me in a Pizza Hut parking lot in the middle of that strange, mountainous city and drove home to Texas. I was completely alone in a foreign place. I literally knew no one. I barely even knew how to get from the Pizza Hut back to my campus. I was an eighteen-hour drive away from the comfort of my hometown, long-time friends, and family. A new phase of my life had begun, and something inside of me understood that it was going to be monumental. I was excited and hopeful, but I also felt wholly unprepared for what my future might hold.

Another one of these moments was when I first met Ali (whom I would eventually and miraculously convince to marry me). Our first, official date was a long drive through the mountains on a meandering, Tennessean highway. We shared stories, laughed until our stomachs hurt, and individually decided we wanted nothing more than to learn everything about each other. That night, as I dropped Ali off at her dorm, something inside of me understood that the rest of my life was going to look different because of that drive. Once again, I was excited and hopeful, but I also felt wholly unprepared to launch into a life-changing relationship.

Similarly, I think many of the men at Flatirons are currently experiencing moments of helpless momentum. I feel like we’re on the brink of something great. We’ve been challenged by our leaders to step up, take responsibility for our actions, and trust that our God can make us better men. I’ve been to The Man Event, The Trail, Theology on Tap, and I’ve hung out behind the guys’ resource table in the lobby on the weekend, and I’ve seen a vast number of men who are actually standing up to this challenge.

Like leaving home or beginning a committed relationship, it takes a brief, but seemingly insane amount of courage to face our own failures, let God break down our walls, and ask someone in the lobby, “How do I get more connected at Flatirons?” But like leaving home or beginning a committed relationship, that insane amount of courage can result in significant, wonderful changes further down the road. Likewise, we may feel excited and hopeful, but I also wonder if we’re not wholly unprepared for the amazing things God is about to accomplish through this church.

In short, the men of Flatirons were directly challenged to stand up and take responsibility for the maturity of this church. That was a challenge that created helpless momentum, but rather than letting that velocity destroy us, the men of Flatirons have controlled it and have taken responsibility for it, and I think we are going to see some incredible results because of our men’s responses. I feel honored and blessed to be a part of this movement, and I can’t wait to see where this momentum leads.

Ben

From Scott:

Recently, I had a conversation with our college pastor, Jordan Terrell, and our Executive Pastor, Paul Brunner, as we were driving through Boulder. Strangely enough, our conversation turned to the use of marijuana. I have no idea why driving through Boulder would prompt a conversation like that (if you missed the sarcasm, you’ve never been to Boulder). Jordan was telling us that many college students tend to lead off a conversation by asking a simple question: “Do you smoke?” When they ask this question, they aren’t referring to the use of tobacco products. Instead, they are referring to weed. Jordan also told us that many college students have medical cards so they can legally buy weed at dispensaries.

As these dispensaries have popped up everywhere and more and more people are being prescribed marijuana, the issue of its morality has become complicated. What I mean is this: when it was illegal, it was easier to answer the question, “Is it okay to smoke weed?” The answer was simply, “No,” because it was illegal. In the same way, I would say it’s wrong for a seventeen-year-old to drink alcohol in this country because it’s illegal. In the same way, I would say it’s wrong to rob a bank. The Bible commands us to obey the laws of our land (Romans 13:1-7).

However, now that marijuana has been legalized to the extent that a doctor can prescribe it, the issue is more complex. First of all, I think we have to be honest about two things. One is that many people are abusing this system to simply get high, and many others are making money off of this. To that extent, abusing marijuana that is prescribed to you would be no different than abusing any other drug that a doctor prescribes to you. This would also violate scripture: we are commanded to honor God with our bodies as a temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 6:19-20), which to be fair, calls into question constantly eating at any fast food joint, as well. I’m not going to spend a lot of time listing all the harmful effects of abusing marijuana, as those are well documented.

Secondly, we are commanded to be sober-minded (Titus 2:2), which refers to thinking clearly… which, in turn, means we are commanded to be SOBER. In other words, taking anything that alters your state of mind and leads to being intoxicated is sinful. So let’s be honest. Most of the people who have medical cards are taking advantage of a system that makes it easy to get high without the consequences of breaking the law. I realize that’s a broad statement, and it will probably anger a lot of people… the truth often has that effect.

There used to be a dispensary next door to one of my family member’s houses, and as we sat on the front porch, I got a front row seat to see what kind of “patients” this dispensary was serving. From a judgmental and stereotypical position, I have to admit that most of the people who walked in the door looked and acted like every other “stoner” I’ve known in my life. Likewise, the amount of customers who were obviously battling some sort of major injury or significant illness (such as cancer) paled in comparison to the young people with no apparent injury or illness. I recognize this is a very limited perspective. I’m just telling you that my gut says something is amiss.

At the same time, there are people who suffer legitimate medical conditions; conditions with symptoms that marijuana can help alleviate. There are people who legitimately use (not abuse) marijuana. These people don’t pursue an intoxicated state of mind, but rather a treatment for an injury or illness. It wouldn’t be sinful for a person who is prescribed marijuana by their doctor – for the sake of treating a legitimate medical issue – to use that prescription. It wouldn’t be any more sinful than taking any other drug prescribed by a doctor, whether it’s an anti-depressant, ADHD medication, or Advil.

I hope this gives a balanced and, most importantly, biblical perspective on the issue.

Scott.

I’ve always considered myself a non-conformist. I’ve always considered many aspects of my life to be counter-cultural. I’ve always considered myself a Luddite, which is a fancy word for someone who is unnerved by new technology (he says as he types away on his MacBook). Honestly, I can tend to take unhealthy pride in the fact that I don’t have cable television, I don’t get on Facebook, I don’t care about your tweets, I don’t have a cell phone that can access the Internet, and I hate shopping. My car is uncool, my ratty clothes are uncool, and my weird music is uncool… which I think makes me pretty cool! Woo-hoo! I’m a non-conformist! This is perfect, right?

Not really.

Scott said it best over the weekend (Dec. 17-18): “The kids that thought they were the biggest non-conformists always looked alike. The all looked the same, dressed the same, and acted the same. They were like a herd – they all traveled together.” Ouch. That statement hit close to home, but its corresponding verse wrecked the living room: “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” (Romans 12:2a)

If I perform an honest evaluation of my ‘counter-cultural’ tendencies, then I have to humbly admit that I’ve done plenty of conforming. Sure… I haven’t conformed to iPhones or social networking. Instead, I’ve conformed to the world of scholastic endeavors and ‘book-smarts’ – a world where we use annoying words like ’scholastic’, ‘endeavor’, and ‘Luddite’. Sure… I haven’t conformed to Katy Perry and Lady Gaga. Instead, I’ve conformed to the world of ‘interesting’ music – a world where we worship the 22-minute-long song, vinyl records, and impossible to pronounce band names. Sure… I haven’t conformed to the world of shiny cars, brand-new clothes, 700-channel television, and fantasy football. Instead, I’ve conformed to the world of ‘first edition’ literature, frugal penny-pinching, and philosophical introspection – a world filled with debilitating pride and cynicism.

Here’s the saddest part: I’ve regularly resisted compliance to the rules, standards, and laws that God has drawn out for me in Scripture, displayed to me in the life of Jesus, and whispered to me through the Holy Spirit. Ironically, ‘compliance’ is synonymous with ‘conformity’, which makes my spirituality the only slice of my life in which I’ve been a consistent non-conformist.

How is this possible? Seriously! I’m chuckling aloud as I write this because I’m shocked with myself. Anytime I’ve considered myself a ‘non-conformist’, I’ve only been conforming to subtler idols, and the only part of my life that I truly wish was conformed – my will conformed to God’s will – is the only part of my life in which I’ve displayed heroic feats of non-conformity! This is sounding strangely familiar: “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” (Romans 7:15)

How do I possibly fix this problem?

Thankfully, Romans 12:2 doesn’t say, “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but transform yourself by the renewing of your mind.” Instead, Romans says to “be transformed,” and thankfully Jesus is doing this for me – slowly, but surely. Hopefully, with a little persistence and a ton of prayer, Jesus will continue to transform me by renewing my mind because there’s no way I can do this by myself.

Ben.

I don’t understand why God sometimes chooses to be silent. In fact, I wonder if anyone truly understands God’s silence. I mean, sure… when life is peachy, I can sit around and annoyingly pontificate about ‘God’s perfect timing’. ‘God’s perfect timing’ is an idea that I believe in and claim to understand on a conceptual level, but wrapping my heart around God’s timing is something else entirely. When I feel lost, lonely, and separated from God, I struggle with his silence. His ‘perfect’ timing seems more like ‘non-existent’ timing.

To my relief, I’m not the only person who has struggled with this. Throughout history, many godly people misunderstood God’s timing:

“Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?” (Psalm 10:1)
“Truly you are a God who hides himself, O God and Savior of Israel.” (Isaiah 45:15)
Even Jesus uttered this cry: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Mark 15:34)

Last weekend (“Adopted” Nov. 26-27), a video interview was conducted with the Leach family. Ron and Ashley’s daughter, Katie, battled cancer at the young age of seven. Upon reflecting on that time of their lives, Ron and Ashley admitted to being confused and angry with God, but something Ashley said stood out to me: “A lot of times, I just thank God for never leaving. He was always there, even though he was quiet sometimes. There were moments when I knew God was there, and he was crying with us.”

Sometimes, God remains silent, and I’m rarely happy with that decision. But I am called to remember the promise that he also remains good, even amidst an existence plagued with cancer, suicide, divorce, abuse, and aching loneliness (to name a few). I have to remember that when I don’t have all of the answers, it doesn’t mean that all of the answers don’t exist. I have to put my faith in the mysterious paradox that claims, “When I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Corinthians 12:10)

Like Ashley, I need to remember that God cries with me just as hard as he laughs with me, and when I’m too crushed by God’s seemingly devastating silence to utter a single prayer, it is then that God always decides to speak up: “…the Spirit helps us in our weaknesses. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.” (Romans 8:26)

Ben.

How are you today, Flatirons Blog People? My name is Ben Foote, and Scott has asked me to begin contributing to the Flatirons blog. Don’t worry, after this first one, my posts won’t be so long. But I feel that I should let you into my life before I begin regularly posting, so here we go…

Who is Ben Foote?

A wonderful question. Thank you for asking. Some of you may know me from the Info desk. Some of you may know me personally. Some of you may have no idea who I am. Unfortunately, most of you probably know me as “Tad” – the squeamish, socially inept, uneducated fitness instructor from the Running series we did back in June (if you began attending Flatirons after the Running series, or if you were simply on a month-and-a-half long vacation and missed the entire thing, then completely ignore this “Tad” comment, and picture me as a towering giant of physical power and commanding intellect).

Why in the world did Scott ask the ‘Tad guy’ to write for the Flatirons blog – is Scott feeling well?

Another legitimate question. Once again, thank you for asking. In fact, I have posed this exact question to Scott himself. He simply shrugged and replied, “It felt like an okay idea” – it was early in the morning. But hey… maybe it is an okay idea, so let’s give it a shot. In this post, we will work as a team to figure out why I am writing for the Flatirons blog (because it might be nice for me to figure it out for myself).

Let’s start with the basic ‘Ben-facts’. I am twenty-six years old, and I am happily married to my wife, Alison. We have a one-year-old Lab named Ruby – a boisterous, destructive ball of energy who trashes our house, profusely sheds, and yet, somehow manages to consistently trick us into enjoying her company. I essentially spent the first twenty years of my life in Dallas, Texas. I moved to Tennessee for four years of school, and then recently settled down in Colorado in May of 2010. I enjoy reading, hiking, rock climbing, and playing guitar. So far, none of these pieces of my life qualify me for writing on the Flatirons blog, so let’s move on.

Next, let’s hit the common, workplace credentials. I attended Milligan College, receiving my degree in English. Since age twelve, I’ve had an assortment of odd jobs, including mowing lawns, fast food, audio recording, computer animation, and working for a magazine. I now work for Flatirons. I am in charge of writing, editing, formatting, and publishing the Flatirons Sermon Series Collection. You may have seen them – we have currently published PB&J and All My Life, and Grow A Pair and Flatirons Ink: Marked are on their way; they hang out behind the Info desk.

Sure… I have a degree in English, I like to write, and I’ve been working on the books for Flatirons – but these credentials don’t convince me. I don’t think my degree or my position at Flatirons qualify me to write for this blog. Here’s what I think qualifies me: Me Too. We are all familiar with this concept, and it is the Me Too concept that God has used to refocus my life, so let me briefly explain:

I grew up in the church. I was steeped in a Sunday school culture. I can still sing “I’m In The Lord’s Army”, “The B.I.B.L.E.”, and “Father Abraham Had Many Sons”. The diluted, sanitized, Sunday school editions of stories like David and Goliath, Noah’s Ark, and Samson were my ‘Pixar’ – I loved everything about church. I was baptized at age ten on Christmas Day (primarily because I was eager to have a bread and grape juice snack every Sunday). By the time I could speak, I knew that Jesus loved me. I never wondered whether or not God existed – he was all I ever knew.

Then, I grew up.

I went to a private, Christian high school, and it was there that my concept of God began to crumble. I was surrounded by adults who claimed that Jesus was the foundation of their lives, but lived an opposing lifestyle. Our very married principal decided to rock it with one of the secretaries in the broom closet. My speech teacher drooled over the high school girls more than I did. The football coach personally told me that, if I didn’t play ball, I would “never become a man.”

But I’ll be honest… those things weren’t responsible for shattering my concept of God. Instead, it was the way the members of my school (faculty, administration, and students) hated nearly everyone. They exhausted themselves with trash-talking anyone and everyone. If you weren’t a perfect, shiny Christian, then you were a target for criticism: You have a tattoo? You’re going to hell. You fooled around with your girlfriend? You’re going to hell. You said, “S#&!” instead of “Pooey” when you stubbed your toe? You’re going to hell. You can’t recite the Bible in its entirety? You’re going to hell.

I couldn’t believe it. Worst of all, I watched myself gravitate toward their behavior. It was sickly satisfying to sit around and bash people – it made me feel justified and worthy of my free pass to heaven.

Sadly, I made the assumption that if Christians acted this way, it must be because Jesus told them to, so I bailed on God. My parents were always Christians without being jerks, but I figured they had been fooled, and I considered myself too smart to get tricked into Christianity. Throughout high school, I played in bands and had a lot of zonked, pothead, musician friends who were more accepting, gentle, and fun than my Christian friends, so I deduced that Christianity equaled being a tool, and ‘not being a Christian’ equaled being a loving, accepting human being. However, I was always too scared to totally leave religion behind. I still went to church with my family, I still went to Youth Group on Wednesdays, and I still went on mission trips. But my heart was elsewhere. I keenly observed the Christians around me, and I didn’t like what I saw.

Eventually, the church that I had spent my entire life in burnt my dad. He was an elder, and the church unfairly heaped a bunch of blame and guilt on his head. I was done. How could a ‘family’ of nearly fifteen years suddenly begin to attack one of their own? I didn’t understand.

Insert a dark, lonely gap of about five years into my life. I never went off the deep end. I didn’t become an alcoholic. I didn’t sleep with every girl who was interested. I didn’t shoot heroin in any alleyways. In fact, during this lonely period of my life, I moved away from home, worked hard, received a degree in English, met the woman I couldn’t live without, and moved to beautiful, snowy Colorado. From the outside, my life looked nearly perfect, but inside, I was lost. I wanted so desperately to trust in God, but I looked at his people – I looked at myself – and I just couldn’t do it.

My wife, Alison, is Jim Burgen’s daughter. When we first started dating she told me, “My dad is the pastor of a big church in Colorado.” At the base of my conscious activity, that was nearly a deal breaker – you probably think I’m kidding, but I’m not. I pictured a massive church filled with sick, sneaky people hiding behind sparkly, toothy smiles, being led by a button-down pastor who talked about how he prays to get better parking spaces when he drives his BMW to Sam’s Club.

But Ali was cute and fun, so I let it slide. Fast-forward three-years, I’ve married her, and I’m planning to move to Colorado. I had no choice but to go to Flatirons. I hated church, and if I hadn’t married a pastor’s daughter, I honestly think I wouldn’t have stepped foot in a church ever again – at least, not with any intention of commitment. But I couldn’t not go. Ali wanted to go to church, and her dad was the pastor. If I was going to be a good husband, I was going to have to go to Flatirons.

Slowly, surely, and anticlimactically, I began to see that Flatirons was an okay place. Ali’s dad wasn’t a jerk, the community was totally open and honest about their brokenness, and the weekends just rocked. I began to realize that going to church wasn’t going to be like pulling teeth. However, I amazingly kept Jesus at a distance. I wanted to go to church, be a ‘good person’, but keep Jesus in the periphery – I was incredibly successful.

In early 2011, I was contracted by Flatirons to work on the books. I took the job in an instant because I loved the staff, I loved writing, and I hated the job I had been working. But because of this job, my eyes were opened. For the first time, I watched the PB&J series. In the fourth week of the series (entitled “One”, if you’re curious), Jim shares his story. I was floored. It was my story – almost identically. He grew up in church, watched his dad get burned by it, ran away from God, went to college (ironically, the same school I attended), met a girl he fell in love with (ironically, my wife’s mom), began going to church again because of her, and gradually began realigning his life back with God.

I watched that sermon, and my life changed. There were no singing angels, no bright, heavenly lights, and no thundering voice of God, but I changed. I had tricked myself into thinking that, because I hadn’t become addicted to any substances, slept around with the phone book, or become a Nazi, I was exactly where I needed to be. But I was so unhappy. I was so spiritually lonely. I was so viciously, scathingly critical and cynical of the church and its people. Yet, through that old PB&J sermon, Jim (without even knowing it) looked me in the eyes through my laptop screen and said, “Me too.” In that moment, more importantly than his role as my father-in-law, he took on the role of my pastor – a pastor who was honestly screwed up, but mercifully forgiven… a pastor I could trust.

Since then, I have been re-embracing our God, and it’s been hard, but wonderful. I have had to deal with the fact that I have always believed in God, but only recently put my faith in him. Not a day goes by that I don’t have to fight back my harsh, deteriorating cynicism of Christianity. Not a day goes by that I don’t have to remind myself that Jesus doesn’t hate people, doesn’t use his perfection as a weapon, and doesn’t sleep with the secretary in the broom closet. In the last year, I have finally been able to trust in God’s goodness, even when I don’t understand him at all.

So… if there is any legitimate reason for my contribution to this blog, it is simply so you understand that everyone on the Flatirons staff is in the same position you are. I know I can vouch for the people who spend Monday-thru-Friday in the Flatirons’ offices: In our own individual ways, God is blowing our lives apart and stitching them back together. We all carry the baggage of past mistakes, and many of us will drag that weight around for the rest of our lives, but graciously, God has offered to help us carry it, and we have taken up the offer. Just like you guys, we walk through these old Albertsons’ doors every weekend joyfully, hopefully, and sometimes nervously, listening for God.

In short… Us Too.

When I post, don’t look for nuggets of wisdom or mind-blowing teaching. Just read it and take comfort in the fact that I speak for the staff of this wonderful church when I say, “Us Too.”

I promise these will be shorter from here on out. If anyone actually reads these anymore and you feel like chatting, then come find me on the weekends – I’m usually hanging out at the Info desk.

- Ben

In light of Jim’s talk this past weekend out of Romans 1:18-32 I anticipate that there may be a lot of questions regarding homosexuality. While a blog on the issue would become rather lengthy I thought it would be helpful to point you toward a couple sermons Jim and I have each done on this topic in recent years.

Check out Jim’s talk from the Behind Closed Doors series, entitled “behind closet doors” from October 27/28 of 2007 and my talk from the Locked Up series entitled “sexual bondage part 2” from July 27/28 of 2009.

Following Jim’s teaching last weekend we had several follow up questions regarding hell. Who goes there, who doesn’t and why. Instead of writing what would end up being a very long blog trying to address the various issues I thought I would offer some helpful resources so you can explore and study further on your own.

Recently a popular teacher and writer named Rob Bell wrote a book called “love wins: A book about heaven, hell, and the fate of every person who ever lived” that turned out to be very controversial. I was asked to write a review of the book. If you would like to read it here it is.

As a rebuttal of sorts Francis Chan recently wrote a book called “Erasing Hell”. I highly recommend it.

Several people have asked about what exactly happens when you die. John Piper has written a very helpful article that lays out what the Bible teaches.

In all this I highly recommend that you search the scriptures on your own to seek out what God has said and what He hasn’t said.

All three of the main sessions from the most recent men’s retreat are available to listen to online. Check it out here keep in mind there is some mature content.

Last Friday as I was driving up to the Men’s Retreat with some friends I got a voicemail. I had to listen to it twice because I couldn’t quite process the news the first time around. Ron Atchley had died earlier that day. Ron was a longtime volunteer at Flatirons. You may not recognize the name, but I can almost promise that you would recognize his face. It was a very rare occasion that Ron wasn’t the first one to open the doors of the church and the last one out. He served on countless volunteer teams. Ron was a servant leader in every sense of the word. Yesterday I caught a few minutes of one of my favorite movies, “we were soldiers”. In that film a leader is defined as the one who’s feet are first on the battle field and the last off. That was Ron. Ironically Ron was a soldier as well, he fought in the Vietnam war the same one depicted in that film.
I’m not looking forward to the next time I teach on a weekend because on Sunday mornings the only person who got to the building before me was Ron. I will miss our little routine of talking out in the lobby about all the sporting events of the previous day. There will be something missing for me and for Flatirons. However we do not mourn as those without hope. I think we can join with the Apostle Paul when He says, “Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where O, death is your victory? Where O, death is your sting?” 1 Corinthians 15:54-55
For Ron it was certainly true “to live is Christ and to die is gain” Philippians 1:21 Ron reflected Jesus with his life, not perfectly, he went through a refining process his whole life as we all do. I am confident that as we talked about this past weekend at the men’s retreat that as Ron’s refining process has been completed, the Refiner can now see His reflection in Ron, perfectly. Ron has run his race and I’m confident he heard these words on friday “well done good and faithful servant.” Matthew 25:23

It always seems like a no-brainer to me. Why wouldn’t a guy want to go up to the mountains in September, get some rest, hang with other guys, play really hard and be a part of something transformational? Then I remember that for me its a known, I’m a pastor I’ve been on literally hundreds of retreats and honestly had lots of fun at most of them. On top of that, some really life-changing times with God have happened to me while on a retreat. For a lot of guys its the unknowns that make the idea of going on a men’s retreat really unsettling. What are the accommodations going to be like? Are we going to be sleeping in tents or some nasty barracks type set up? Are we going to be forced to hold hands and share our feelings? What kind of guys are going to be there? What are we actually going to be doing? All those questions and more make it easy for a guy to just forego the idea of signing up. So with that in mind I would like to try to address some of those questions. First of all the camp itself is amazing, its been done with excellence and the dorms are spacious, comfortable and clean. Check out some of their videos to get a picture of what the facilities are like here. Like everything else we do at Flatirons we want to have excellent, engaging, Biblical teaching that comes in the context of grace and truth. We will have 3 main sessions with teaching and time of worship. Another thing we are committed to is making sure that we get to spend time playing and enjoying the mountains. The last thing we want to do is make men sit in a room for hours on end without getting to enjoy what God has created and the camp has to offer. Because of that we have lots of free time built in, with a large chunk of it on Saturday. Over the past three years of doing these retreats I’ve been amazed at the diversity of men that attend, we have guys fresh out of high school up to guys who recently attended their 50 year reunion. We won’t force interaction or make anyone “share their feelings”. At the end of the day we are just a bunch of guys trying to take some time to reconnect with God, learn a little bit about how to be better followers of Jesus, husbands, dads, sons, brothers and friends and we have a blast while doing it! Finally, I’ve learned that guys often need a personal invite to be the catalyst to get them to go, so if you are guy who is going this year (and you should!) think about who are the guys you should invite to be a part of “Fire on the Mountain” this year. All the info for signing up is on our website http://www.flatironschurch.com/retreats/