I won’t forget the exhilaration and excitement of winning and being
a part of something that felt enormously bigger than anything I had
ever experienced.I won’t forget. But I’ve more than matched it.In ’76 we rode the crest of the wave to a state baseball champion-ship. For seventeen years I have been riding the crest of the wave with
another team. Not a sports team. A ministry team—a
ministry team. As I work shoulder to shoulder with other men on my leader-
ship team, the exhilaration and excitement mimics the summer of ’76.Tears flow when a man crosses over from trusting in his own goodnessto make him acceptable to God to trusting Jesus as his Savior and Lord.My heart jumps up and down when I see men striving to be godly menin their homes, at work, and in their communities. I get ecstatic when
men start to use their spiritual gifts to ignite the local church. When
men start to really “get it.” When they get excited about the things thatexcite Jesus.
I have had the privilege of ministering to pastors, men’s ministry leaders, and other men around the world—from here in the United
States to Asia, Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. In each place I seevirtually the same thing: men riding the crest of the wave, men hungry to grow, men hungry to learn how to effectively minister to other men,
and men hungry to have an impact in their country for Christ. The
Working alongside Max in the Philippines, going from barrio to bar-
rio, ministering to men in thatch-covered churches, teaching them
what it means to love their wives and follow hard after Jesus.Speaking at the first-ever men’s conference in Krasnodar, Russia,
with hundreds of men singing their hearts out, and then having them listen for the next four hours as I unpacked what the Scrip-tures say about being a man of God.
Teaching nearly one hundred army chaplains from all over the
European theater for three days on how they can more effectively minister to the soldiers in the Middle East and Europe.