“If I’m honest, who is Jesus to me?”
This isn’t a sermon. There’s no altar call. Your mentor takes you to a chapel — or a quiet room, or the same fire pit where this started — and you just… sit. For an hour. No phones. No agenda. Just silence and the question.
For some guys, this is the first time they’ve been still in years. The noise stops and something underneath it surfaces — not an argument about God, but something more like a longing. The mentor reads a passage from Mark and lets it sit. No commentary. No pressure to respond.
Then he asks: “If you’re being honest — totally honest — who is Jesus to you right now? Not who your mom said he was. Not who the internet says. You.” And whatever comes out, it’s met without judgment. This is the week faith stops being an idea and starts being a question you’re actually willing to ask.
“If I’m honest, who is Jesus to me?”
This isn’t about converting you. It’s about honesty. Most men either rejected faith without ever really examining it, or inherited it without ever really owning it. Either way, you’re carrying someone else’s answer. This week is about finding yours — whatever it is. The only wrong answer is the one you didn’t actually choose.
“I haven’t prayed since I was eight. I didn’t know what to say. Dave told me, ‘Just say what’s true.’ So I said, ‘I don’t know if you’re there, but I’m tired.’ That was enough.”