We gulped in God, the cold April nights, hymns, bonfires, a makeshift firing range, and pow-wows where humble transparency ruled. We chewed the bread, drank the cup, laughed our hearts into the stars, listened for the sound of silence, confronted our fears, found Jesus in the Chattahoochee, and returned forgiven, loved, whole. We are men. We are husbands. We are fathers. We are children of the King. I raise my chalice and salute my brothers from MANTIME. Cheers! #kammock #mantime #camping #god #silence #ViewFromMyKammock

We gulped in God, the cold April nights, hymns, bonfires, a makeshift firing range, and pow-wows where humble transparency ruled. We chewed the bread, drank the cup, laughed our hearts into the stars, listened for the sound of silence, confronted our fears, found Jesus in the Chattahoochee, and returned forgiven, loved, whole. We are men. We are husbands. We are fathers. We are children of the King. I raise my chalice and salute my brothers from MANTIME. Cheers! #kammock #mantime #camping #god #silence #ViewFromMyKammock