Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | March 4, 2018

Caring for Katy 2018

Our 11th Annual Caring for Katy is now history. As much time and energy as we put into planning our big day of community service, there is one variable we cannot control — the weather. And this year, the weather did not cooperate. No problem, however, for the people of Kingsland.

Serving others in spite of the weather is important.

I like NBA great Jerry West who played his entire professional career for the Los Angeles Lakers. His silhouette is featured in the NBA logo. West once said, “You can’t get much done in life if you only work on the days when you feel good.” He was right. And, to turn West’s phrase, “You can’t get much done for the kingdom if you only serve others on days when the weather is pleasant.”

I made my mind up a long time ago that I do not want to walk into heaven with a clean uniform. Instead, I want to drag in all beat up with a filthy, tattered, and torn uniform — something that can happen only by being engaged in the game. I am not interested in standing on the sidelines.

I am grateful for the people of Kingsland — all generations — and how they served our community in spite of the weather. Our many service initiatives were like showers of blessings all over Katy. Thanks also to our media team for once again capturing so many special moments and putting together a great video.

Thank you, Kingsland family, for Caring for Katy.

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Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | February 27, 2018

In Harmony With Jesus

We are now two months into the new year, and I am two months into my new Bible reading plan. For years I have engaged in read through the Bible plans at the start of each new year. My read through the Bible plans have been just that — reading the Scriptures each morning and then reflecting on what I have read throughout the day.

This year I decided to try something new. Instead of reading through the Bible I decided to read through the Gospels. My goal is to saturate my head and my heart with the story of Jesus — to ask God to open my eyes to better understand the life and ministry of Jesus. What better way than to read the Gospels this year again and again.

Instead of simply reading through Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, I am reading through chronologically integrated harmonies of these Gospels. And, as familiar as I am with these accounts, I feel as though I am reading about the life of Jesus in a refreshingly new and engaging way.

In March of 1982, some friends gave me a copy of A.T. Robertson’s “A Harmony of the Gospels.” This was the first volume of its kind in my personal library. It was the first book I read that helped me to see the Gospels and the story of Jesus in a new light. While helpful, it is a bit tedious to read because it presents the four New Testament Gospels in parallel columns. I also have a 1917 copy of “A Harmony of the Synoptic Gospels” by Burton and Goodspeed that also presents the story in parallel columns.

In anticipation of my new reading plan, I purchased a copy of “The Four In One Gospel of Jesus” by Nikola Dimitrov. This volume, based on the King James text, weaves the events recorded in the four Gospels into a single chronological narrative that enables the reader to see Jesus in a dynamic light. I told a friend that it felt like I was reading the Gospels for the first time.

This month I purchased a copy of “A Simplified Harmony of the Gospels” by George W. Knight. Like Dimitrov’s book, this volume also chronologically weaves the story of Jesus into one flowing text. Based on the text of the Holman Christian Standard Bible, this book also integrates helpful exegetical notes. I like this book so much that I also purchased the Kindle version so that I can have it with me at all times.

While I enjoy reading books about Jesus, there is something different about reading the Gospels and allowing the Holy Spirit to open my eyes to the beauty of Jesus sans any commentary from others. Charles Haddon Spurgeon, one of the greatest orators of the 19th century, observed that it is God’s Word, not man’s comments on God’s Word, that is made powerful with souls. He was right.

The older I get the more I want to read about and to focus on the life of Jesus. I am more determined than ever to guard against the things that can distract me from Him. I want to become even more familiar with all that made His life absolutely distinctive, beautiful, and worthy of imitation. I want to live my life in harmony with Jesus.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | February 21, 2018

On Billy Graham

For the past eight decades, Billy Graham has been one of the most prominent figures on the world’s spiritual landscape. His televised crusades gave him a platform to share the good news of Jesus Christ with millions. Graham’s distinctive voice, clear speaking style, and personal integrity attracted untold numbers of people to listen to what he had to say.

Personal integrity mattered to Graham. In the late 1940s, Billy Graham, Cliff Barrows, George Beverly Shea, and Grady Wilson met at a farm outside Modesto, California. These men prayed together and pledged themselves to a high level of moral accountability in a document that became known as the Modesto Manifesto.

The commitment of Graham and his team to financial and moral integrity as well as remaining honest and positive served them well. When other evangelists got themselves tangled up in sexual or financial scandals, the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association continued to demonstrate the highest levels of integrity. The association was never marked by scandal.

It’s no wonder that God used Graham and his team to share the gospel with upwards of 210 million people in more than 185 countries — more than any other person in the history of Christianity. His life added credibility to his words. Graham’s messages always focused on Jesus and the transforming power of the gospel.

When I look back and connect the dots of my own spiritual journey, Billy Graham is a part of my own story of coming to faith in Christ. He piqued my interest in the gospel and my curiosity about heaven and how to know that you are going to heaven. But what about Graham’s own spiritual journey?

In 1879, Evangelist D.L. Moody preached in England and awakened the evangelistic zeal in the heart of Frederick B. Meyer, pastor of a small church. F.B. Meyer preached on an American campus and a student named J. Wilbur Chapman gave his life to Christ.

Chapman was engaged in YMCA work and employed Billy Sunday, a former baseball player, to do evangelistic work. Billy Sunday held a revival in Charlotte, North Carolina. Afterward, a group of local men were so enthusiastic that they planned another evangelistic campaign and invited Mordecai Hamm to preach.

In the revival led by Hamm, a young man named William Graham heard the gospel and gave his life to Christ. The rest is history. Millions in the world today can trace their respective spiritual lineages back to Billy Graham, myself included.

Today, Billy Graham died of natural causes at his home in Montreat, North Carolina at the age of ninety-nine. I can only imagine what it must have been like for Dr. Graham to see Jesus face to face — and for him to have been met by the millions who embraced Jesus and are now in heaven as a result of his ministry. I will be forever grateful for Billy Graham and how God used him to impact my life and spiritual journey.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | February 1, 2018

Pick Up The Stick

Over the past several years, I have written much about the injustices suffered by women and young girls in India. While traveling to India in 2013, I read a fascinating story about the Gulabi Gang — a coalition of women who were fed up with the abuse of women on the subcontinent. Now more than 20,000 strong, these pink clad village women hold abusive men accountable for their violent behavior against women.

My friend Vinita Shaw is a strong advocate of women’s rights in India. She has become a powerful voice against everything from the feticide of preborn girls to the rape of very young girls and women and more. She has written several books addressing these issues, spoken around the globe and at the United Nations, and speaks on a weekly radio program that we underwrite that reaches a huge national audience.

Vinita recently wrote to tell me about an encounter she had with a little girl — and what turned into a preschool version of the Gulabi Gang. She is right to point out that families in India must change their attitude toward and tolerance of the abuse of girls lest they continue to contribute to a climate that is unhealthy and dangerous for girls and women. Here is what Vinita wrote:

As I soaked in the winter sun in New Delhi, sitting in my back yard, enjoying my favorite winter fruit, a big juicy orange, I thanked God for some peace. Away from the noise of a bustling city, the basking felt good on my bones. I closed my eyes to enjoy the juice and allowed the sun’s rays to fall on my face.

My reverie was short-lived as I heard a little girl’s cry. I turned to find the gardener’s 3 year-old granddaughter come running out of the humble dwelling crying loudly and her 3 year-old cousin chasing her to hit her more as he chuckled.

This was nothing new. Often I would hear her cry and sometimes scream and each time I looked out, the little rascal would hit her and give a wicked, victorious smile as their respective mothers looked the other way.

I decided that day to personally tutor the little girl.

I beckoned to her. She looked sulkily as large tear drops moistened her small face. She came when I offered her my orange.

I asked her why she was crying. ”He hit me,” she said as she pointed at the boy. I stared at the little rascal and he stuck his tongue out at me.

I looked around and saw a stick lying on the grass. They had been playing with it. “Pick it up and chase him away,” I said to her. She looked at me, not quite grasping. I said to her again, slowly, “Pick. Up. The. Stick. Do not sit crying and letting him hit you.”She looked at me, smiled and ran toward him with the stick.

The little boy could not believe what happened next. With gay abandon, she aimed the stick on his head and victoriously looked and smiled at me. Then he ran as she chased him away.

I yelled out to the mothers, ”If you do not stop him hitting her now, when he grows up, he will hit his wife and when you are old, he will hit you too. He has to be taught now, not to hit a girl.”

The young mothers, village-bred, look at me and then stared hard at the grass on which they sat soaking the sun. They had nothing to say. I wonder if they even understood what I was attempting to communicate, even as I with my little team advocate gender equality and encouragement and empowerment of women through our multiple radio broadcasts through All India Radio’s multiple channels and innumerable conferences.

Is anyone understanding as we communicate the truth, I wonder. I belong to a country where recent surveys show that women are neglected, victimized, and, in many cases, forced to commit suicide. Being an Indian woman is a very hard life because for millennia women have been made to believe that they are the second sex — and all this teaching begins at home where they are tutored to believe that man is god and a cow is safer than a woman.

Some listen to us and respond and mend their ways. Others continue with their centuries old beliefs. We continue our uphill task and pray that the our people will understand and embrace the truth that all human life is precious to God. We pray that God will open their minds to His truth and that boys and girls would receive equal love in their family units and be allowed to dream and fly.

Come join us in prayer.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 19, 2018

On Entertaining Angels

It has only happened to me twice before — occasions where I am certain that by extending hospitality to another I unwittingly entertained angels without knowing it.

The first occasion came soon after I became a Christ-follower and provided the impetus I needed to pursue Christ more passionately. I can provide no reasonable explanation for the individual who knocked on my door, encouraged me, and then stepped out my front door and then was nowhere to be seen.

The second occasion happened just a few years later and involved extending hospitality to a complete stranger. After encouraging my friends that we needed to help the old gentleman, the old man blessed us, walked out the door, and — well, the same thing happened again. When we followed him out the door he was gone. I mean, gone!

This past week, it happened yet again. A young man in need stopped by the church. It would take pages to outline all of the details, so suffice it to say that when I took him out to get a burger he started asking me questions that made me feel as though he knew a whole lot about me. Questions about my travel, specific parks where I have had some great adventures, and more.

While sitting in my car, he asked me about the Texas State Parks guide that I keep crammed into the passenger side door bin along with all of my maps. There is no possible way anyone would know that I had a state parks guide in that jumble of maps. Without even looking, he reached over and pulled out the guide as though he had always known exactly where I kept it.

He asked me about a certain park and then turned to that page in the guide without flipping through pages. He did that a couple more times. None of this struck me as odd until I suddenly awoke at three in the morning. “Whaaaaat!” I said to myself as I opened my eyes and realized that he could not have known I had the park guide in my truck. And how is it possible that, without even looking, he turned to the exact pages of the specific parks where I have camped and hiked?

And then I started to replay in my mind every word and every question he had asked me in the two hours we had spent together. I have assisted more homeless guys and people in need over the past forty years of ministry than I can count. No one has ever asked me the questions he asked me about God’s love, my travels, my adventures, my life.

Although I wanted to do more to help the young man, he told me that he was going to step out of the truck and talk with some day-laborers who were waiting for work nearby. He was totally kind, displayed an unusual meekness and respect, and asked questions that caused me to reflect on my life, not his. Now, at three in the morning, I wanted to know more about this stranger who had caused me to look inward and who had left me wanting to do more for him.

I have no explanation other than to consider the words of Hebrews 13:2, “Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it!” Was this young man an angel on some divine mission? I can’t say. However, my über-conservative theological gut tells me that it is likely he was indeed much more than a traveler in need of a meal.

Once again, God has reminded me of the importance of allowing Him to interrupt my life whenever He wants by putting whomever He wants in my path. And, as I learned from my years of serving at Mother Teresa’s homes in India, I need to keep my eyes open for Jesus and look for Him in the distressing disguise of those in need.

Maybe I am making too much out of my encounter with the young man and maybe not. What I know for certain is that this encounter has caused me to reflect deeply about the value of loving and showing hospitality to strangers. Angel or not — this encounter touched me deeply. And, that’s a good thing!

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 4, 2018

My Adventure Resolutions

Over the past several years, my blog posts at the start of each new year have addressed my determination to strengthen the core spiritual disciplines that are vital to a healthy and meaningful walk with God. As I begin the new year, I remain committed to continuing to do the things that will help me to love God, grow in my relationship with Him, advance His interests, and serve others.

However, I want to add something new to my list of new year’s resolutions that address my heart for adventure. I do so without apology because I believe that God created us to enjoy adventure, especially in the context of His magnificent gift of the outdoors. I believe that the outdoors is really good medicine for improving our spiritual, physical, and emotional health.

So, this year, I am adding the following items to my list of resolutions.

Push Your Limits

This resolution is consistent with the title of my blog. I want to go beyond — to take another step beyond the line that delineates the farthest I have ever been in terms of adventuring.

To date I have stood on the summit of four of the seven highest points in Texas. One of my goals for this new year is to reach the summits of Shumard Peak and Bartlett Peak, two more of the 8,000-plus foot peaks in the Lone Star State. Reaching both of these peaks will require bushwhacking, improving my map and compass skills, and doing some primitive camping.

How will you push your limits this year?

Get Stronger
I know that in order to successfully accomplish this year’s adventure resolutions, I need to get stronger. I don’t mind telling you that at 61-years of age I have to work harder than ever before to burn off extra calories and to maintain muscle strength.

This year I am especially determined to strengthen my core. That means that every day I have to hit the gym in my garage and embrace the pain of exercise. No excuses! No waiting until later or putting it off until I feel better or the weather improves or whatever. I can’t afford to make excuses or to kill time because time is killing me.

What will you do this year to improve your health?

Explore New Trails

Conservationist John Muir loved to hike and explore new trails. His countless miles of meanderings inspired him to write what has become a favorite quote: “Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.” That’s really good advice! I never get tired of hiking or biking a new trail that leads me to a view that takes my breath away.

Whether hiking or biking, I can’t wait to hit the trails this year. Some friends and I participated in the First Day Ride at Brazos Bend State Park on January 1. With temps in the mid-thirties, it was a cold and invigorating ride. We will head out again this weekend to explore the trails in another state park. With ninety-five state parks in the Lone Star State, there is no excuse for not exploring new trails.

Where will you venture this year to explore new trails?

Try Something New
A little over a year ago I added heavy bag training to my workout routine. A modest investment is all it took to get started — along with advice from a kick-boxing friend and a lot of YouTube videos. This cardio-intensive workout is now part of my exercise routine.

Last year I added a series of new cardio exercises to my interval training routine, including battle rope and kettle bells. I started this new year off by adding some new exercises to my daily workout routine that will help me to strengthen my core. I also have a couple of new adventures in queue that I will write about later.

What new things will you try this year that will stretch and challenge you?

Opt Outside

Whatever else you do this year, make it a point to opt outside. Go beyond watching Bear Grylls or those Alaska guys on TV doing adventurous stuff. Have your own adventures in whatever way works best for you. Walk one mile or a hundred. Breathe fresh air. Sleep under the stars. Prepare a meal over a campfire. Photograph landscapes or wildlife or flowers or clouds. Learn about the flora and fauna in your neck of the woods. Engage in and enjoy the outdoors. After all, the outdoors is one huge magnificent gift from God to you.

Will you opt outside this year?

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | December 19, 2017

Advice From A Mountain

Mountains figure prominently in the biblical narrative. Many key events happened in the solitude of high and rugged places — everything from tests of faith to the giving of the Ten Commandments to amazing personal encounters with God.

When the psalmist felt threatened, he lifted his eyes to the mountains and beyond to the One who created the mountains. “I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; from whence shall my help come?” He concluded that his help came from the Lord, “who made heaven and earth” (Psalm 121:1-2).

I have long admired those who set their sights on summiting mountains. From George Mallory whose Everest summit bid in 1924 ended in his death to Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay who were the first to stand atop the highest point on the planet in 1953. Like so many before them, these intrepid adventurers were drawn to high places.

Although I am not a mountaineer by any stretch of the imagination, I am drawn to high places. In 2014, at the age of 58, I set my sights on solo hiking to the top of Guadalupe Peak. Rising a modest 8,750 feet above sea level, Guadalupe Peak is the highest point in Texas.

Standing at the summit of Guadalupe Peak triggered something deep inside me. I knew then that I wanted to trek to other high points in Texas. So, I set my sights on summiting all of the 8,000-plus foot peaks in the Lone Star State. Last week, my friend Doyle Lowry and I summited our fourth peak in the Guadalupe Mountains, El Capitan.

Hiking and bushwhacking to the tops of these peaks has caused me to reflect on lessons I am learning from mountains. I offer these lessons here as part of a growing list of life lessons gleaned from my few treks to the tops of Texas peaks.

Plan Ahead — Before setting off on any of my modest mountain adventures I make it a point to plan ahead. That means studying trail and topo maps, reading online posts from those who have gone before me, watching the weather and packing accordingly, and making provision for contingencies. After all, I want to live to adventure another day.

Pace and Place
— This has become my mountain mantra. I constantly remind myself to hike and climb at my own pace and to watch where I place my feet. Moving toward a summit requires a huge commitment of energy, so it is best to hike at a pace that will help you to get to the top. Getting in a hurry and not watching where you place your feet can lead to disaster. So, pace and place … pace and place … pace and place. Remember that a mile is a mile no matter how fast or slow you hike it.

Keep Moving — The one common denominator of moving toward the summit of any mountain is this: every step will eventually lead you to your goal. Sometimes you will lose elevation in order to gain it. But, ultimately, every step will lead upwards. So, keep moving even when you go through sections where you lose some elevation.

Progress Hurts
— I am a sea-level born and bred kind of guy. I grew up in a place so flat that a fellow could watch his dog running away for three days, maybe four if he stood atop a tuna fish can. So, hiking trails that take me ever higher has introduced me to aches and pains I have never known. But, that’s ok because I know that every painful step will ultimately lead me to my goal.

Manage Fear
— Last week, my friend Doyle Lowry and I summited El Capitan, the signature peak of Guadalupe Mountains National Park. This is my first peak that was not accessible by trail and required navigating by landmarks and through a lot of brush and scree. Bushwhacking is hard and painful. Skirting the western edge of the ridge was a bit scary. Keeping my eyes on the summit helped me to push past my fears.

Enjoy the Views — Paying the price to reach a summit offers its own rewards — magnificent views in all directions. The joy of seeing beauty as far as the eye can see has an impact on your very being and gives you a perspective that is sobering. Take time to breathe in the vistas.

Celebrate Your Accomplishment — Accomplishing a goal is a good feeling. I enjoy celebrating at the summit and again when I return to the trailhead after the trek is complete and in the books. Reaching the summit of El Capitan and seeing so few names in the summit log was affirmation that we had accomplished something hard. And, that’s a great feeling and something worth celebrating!

Look Toward the Next Peak
— Summiting another peak was motivating and invigorating. Now, I can hardly wait to trek to the next peak on my list. I want to always make sure that my dreams outnumber my memories — and that means looking ahead to the next adventure.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | December 6, 2017

Reaching All Peoples

God’s concern for all peoples, or people groups, is evident throughout the biblical narrative. The last command of Jesus to His followers was to make disciples of “panta ta ethne” or all peoples. Jesus’ plan was simple. His kingdom would grow at the speed of one transformed life reaching another.

The last command of Christ has not been repealed. There are still thousands of people groups waiting to hear the good news about Jesus. Many of these peoples live in places that are difficult to reach. The hard reality is that many people have yet to hear the gospel because they happened to be born in tough geographical, ideological, and political contexts.

John R. Mott, a leader of the Student Volunteer Movement at the turn of the twentieth century, was gripped by the urgency of the last command of Christ. In a speech that he gave in April 1901, Mott told his audience that we owe Christ to all people. “To have a knowledge of Christ,” Mott said, “is to incur a tremendous responsibility to those that have it not.”

Unless we understand that the gospel concerns all peoples, we will likely never feel the weight of our obligation to the nations. Mott reminded his audience, “You and I have received this great heritage, not to appropriate it to our exclusive use, but to pass it on to others.” Withholding the gospel from others has eternal ramifications.

When considering our debt to all peoples, we must think and act strategically. Today, more than 6,600 people groups are still waiting to hear the good news. And yet, we have the resources and the capability to take the gospel to all peoples.

In Mott’s words, “God forbid that we should lack vision in these days to take advantage of the tide that is rising to sweep multitudes into the all-embracing kingdom of Jesus Christ.” May we be dominated by the conviction that we must stop at nothing until we have paid our debt, until we have fulfilled the last command of Jesus to take the good news to all peoples.

If you are a Kingsland member, watch your mailbox for the arrival of our 2018 missions publication entitled Reaching All Peoples. This beautiful publication highlights the fourteen people groups that our missions ministry has adopted and explains why we go to these particular groups.

I am especially grateful for Heidi Doe for her creative work in laying out the publication, to Jessica Sowell, my missions intern, and for Kingsland member Becky Finnegan. These ladies helped with every aspect of this publication.

As you read the profiles of each of the people groups with which we are currently engaged, please pray for these peoples and for our initiatives among them to fulfill the last command of Jesus. May we not rest until we have reached all peoples with the good news of Jesus Christ.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | November 27, 2017

The Best In Us

Hurricane Harvey was bad, really bad! This history-making storm scrawled its ugly and devastating signature across many homes and lives in our community. None of us expected that the devastation would be as bad as it was. At least we hoped it would not be as bad as predicted. However, as the rains continued to fall hour after hour, we all became increasingly anxious — afraid that this hurricane was going to be worse than expected. And it was.

But as bad as Harvey was, the devastation caused by this storm unwittingly became the canvas on which the beauty of Jesus was displayed. We wasted no time in springing into action. Harvey brought out the best in us as we compassionately cared for one another, selflessly assisted our neighbors, and eagerly welcomed complete strangers into our lives and into our homes.

Looking back on it all, I am especially proud of the people of Kingsland and our Katy area churches and non-profit organizations. The worst of Harvey indeed brought out the best in us. Together we met the challenge as we worked hour by hour to mitigate the damage of Harvey and to help the people of our community pick up the broken pieces of their lives. It was a beautiful thing to behold. This kind of neighboring in the worst of times is what makes America great.

Every church in our community along with our local non-profit organizations stepped up in a big way. We worked tirelessly and cooperatively to get the job done. We demonstrated what it means to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Every church and organization that participated has a story to tell — many stories, in fact, that should not be forgotten. The video below tells Kingsland’s story.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | November 22, 2017

Service and Adventure

Meeting with my Band of Fathers is a highlight of my week. Gil Harris, our men’s ministry director, encouraged me to start this core group in late 2015 with the intention of connecting with dads who wanted to build stronger relationships with their sons through shared study, shared mission, and shared adventure. We believe that all three of these elements are essential in building strong bonds.
Over the past couple of years we have engaged in some really great studies and are currently deep into a study of Endurance, the story of Sir Ernest Shackelton’s failed Trans-Antarctic Expedition — regarded as the most successful failure in the history of exploration. This study is yielding powerful and practical lessons on life, leadership, and perseverance.

This past weekend, several of us packed our gear and headed to El Paso on a shared mission / shared adventure. I enjoy these road trips because they strengthen fellowship and give us opportunities to serve and enjoy outdoor adventure together. El Paso is a far distance from Katy so we spent our first night at South Llano River State Park. No sense paying for a hotel room when you can camp!

Morris Horner, pastor of The Journey Church on the East Side, graciously hosted us at his home when we arrived in El Paso. Morris planted The Journey Church on the east side of El Paso where the desert is blossoming into thousands of new homes. The Journey Church is only one of a couple of churches in the midst of thousands of people.

I had the privilege of speaking at The Journey Church on Sunday. Present in the service that morning was the family of a fourteen year-old boy who had committed suicide two weeks ago. When their son committed suicide, the family had no one to turn to but Morris, the pastor who had once visited them and brought by some homemade cookies.

Morris officiated at the service for this young boy and continues to care for the family aching with grief and trying to understand what happened. They have since learned that their son had been relentlessly bullied at school and through social media. As a result, the boy chose to end his life alone in the desert. His body was found after a massive manhunt.

I am glad that our missions ministry has supported Morris and The Journey Church on the East Side from the beginning. And I am glad that when this family suffered their unimaginable nightmare, they moved in the direction of a pastor who had taken the time to meet his neighbors. Next summer, our eighth-grade students will have the opportunity to serve with Morris.

After our time with Morris we headed to Franklin Mountains State Park to camp and hike. There are few things that can promote good conversation among men and boys as a warm campfire on a cold night. We enjoyed two cold nights of camping, some delicious food, and some of the best hiking in the Lone Star State.

We spent one morning hiking to the Aztec Caves that were once inhabited by Native Americans. The smoke-stained ceiling of the caves is mute testimony to people who once inhabited this vast region. And the view from the caves has to be one of the best in Texas. Absolutely magnificent.

We also hiked some other trails that took us deep into the Franklin Mountains and blessed us with some amazing vistas. Sharing this adventure was another highlight of our trip. Our conversations, our laughter, and our time together deepened our bonds of brotherhood. We can hardly wait for our next shared mission and shared adventure.

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