Renaissance Days

 
Fellowship of the Fallen
 
 
 


Something special occurred last evening.  A group of men came together at a home in Smyrna, Georgia and gathered in the living room of a friend, confidant and mentor to many. This living room of a home where love abounds on a quiet cul de sac in Cobb County had been rearranged to accommodate a medical bed for the man who struggled for the better part of four months in hospitals and rehab centers from complications of an aging broken back and accompanying surgical procedures.  At a point during this ordeal, I am told; he knocked on death’s door.  It did not open. It was not Warren’s time.

 

His neighbors surely wondered or peeked through their shades as an assortment of vehicles, from white-collar executive sedans to work trucks of carpenters and electricians, lined the curves. Surely the loud pipes of an arriving Harley-Davidson garnered some attention as well.

 

Inside it was borderline standing room only as we took turns sharing our experience, strength and hope with one another. God’s Grace was overflowing among a group whose ages spanned some thirty years and across two generations. It was nothing for this group to expand their long workdays to serve in this way.  In the end this fellowship of the fallen stood in a circle, held hands with Warren and prayed The Lord’s Prayer.
 

“Sobriety itself is today’s high, for it is ultimately in the most centered consciousness that we find our power to transcend the world.”

Marianne Williamson, “Illuminata” Renaissance

 
Bradford Bosworth
April 2, 2015

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