Actually, I was a little slow getting on board the Promise Keepers movement. My initial thought was, "What's the big deal about a bunch of men yelling in a stadium?" I rejected my wife's requests to look into it. (I wonder how many wives plead with their husbands like my wife did.) Truthfully, the only reason I went to my first PK conference was because the national Promise Keepers organization paid my way to attend a PK clergy conference in Atlanta. And I do mean they paid my way: airfare, hotel, per diem, car rental. I remember how I wept at the beginning of the conference when the praise and worship began. I wept because of the powerful presence of the Holy Spirit, and probably a little bit out of shame that I had been too proud to consider PK a worthwhile movement.
Back to this weekend...the music was great and the preaching was awesome, but I always especially enjoy the camaraderie with the guys from our church. We had a smaller group than usual, but we still had a great time together.
We were too far away from the stage to