A Reunion

Spent a weekend with brothers, and left changed, renewed.  I'm referring back to a community of brothers that changed my life during few waking years at college.  (see Late Nights in Loescher Hall) Mic, the eldest, our leader, married his love. He never missed a moment to lead us--even in his marriage.  I'm not talking about the power kind of leadership.  I'm not talking about position.  If you're looking for positions, you'd consider him the least of us all.  (go figure) I'm talking about him, his relationship to us all, who he is, and his vision that hides itself in action--and by action, I refer to the most profound sense of giving I know.  Mic speaks into my being and moves me along the journey of change--deep change.  It's the change that isn't talked about, but rather, it's the kind felt by people around me.  Whether it's filling the role of a brother I never had before in teaching me to treat a girl right, or showing me the heart of a giver so I can never but do the same in a competition type of way, Mic taught me something about community.  Give. Nothing more, nothing less.  And when you think about it, it is the essence of love.  Love in this dimension can only come from one source. The One who Gives what our souls crave--the capacity to give, without limit.