I had a goal and a plan, and it was all starting to come together. I knew I wanted to internalize this week’s material and write better than last week, hoping that last week’s blog post was slightly better than two weeks ago. All that needed to happen was to start typing out my introductory story about a recent gold panning trip with my son, who was 10 years old at the time.<\/p>\n
The story would start with us loading up my 2005 Toyota Tundra, an eight-cylinder gas hog, and departing on a two-hour drive deep into the mountains, hoping we would strike gold. I had planned to include the part about the old timer we met in the woods while mining and how he had what felt like a stereotypical ability to carry an entire conversation without the Marlboro falling out of his mouth. This talent had undoubtedly been refined while panning for gold over the last five decades.<\/p>\n
I was ready to draw parallels between our experiences digging through virgin bedrock with a garden shovel, the token box of Band-Aids that failed to keep the dirt from sticking to our mining wounds, and the week’s material. It would have vivid imagery and a sophisticated feel, like the writing of my new cohort friends\u2014or at least that was the master plan.<\/p>\n
My citations and key points were identified and ready to be linked for additional verification that I had spent due time trying to understand and attempting to process Mining for Gold: Developing Kingdom Leaders Through Coaching<\/em> by Tom Camacho. Then, the phone rang. I quickly silenced the call because I had work to do. Within seconds, it rang again. Again, I silenced it. Then, a third time and again, I silenced it. It was a friend that I had not heard from in almost two months. If I am honest with myself, I knew the call was important the first time it rang, but I had things to do. Boxes to be checked. Papers to be written. Learning to be accomplished.<\/p>\n The Holy Spirit said, \u201cCall him!\u201d I quickly finished a fleeting note to ensure I did not forget what I had been working on and returned the call. When he answered the phone with a shaky \u201cHey,\u201d I knew he was not in a good place. There had not been a lot of good places for him after being released by his employer almost 3 months ago for significant deception. It was already after 9:00 pm, yet he asked, \u201cCan you come over?\u201d. Of course, I obliged. On the short ten-minute drive to his house, I prayed fervently, pleading with the Holy Spirit regarding the principles I had just studied.<\/p>\n Specifically, that He would:<\/p>\n My friend was waiting outside in the dark when I arrived, enduring the bitter cold. His kids were inside getting ready for bed, so we quietly slipped into a vehicle in his driveway. Over the next two hours, the car slowly filled with tears, questions, and new realizations, all fueled by the Holy Spirit in a way I rarely have seen. It happened, as Tom alluded to in his interviews, videos, and book. The Holy Spirit was answering my fervent and desperate prayer. He faithfully made Himself known despite my inability, incompetence, self-doubt, and inexperience. He allowed me to ask okay questions that somehow went past flesh, the pain, and the hurt and started to brush off the dirty gold that had been lost for almost 30 years. Not only did He allow me to glimpse that gold, but He also allowed my dear friend to glimpse it deep inside himself! It was truly supernatural to watch. The Holy Spirit reminded me in those beautiful moments that this kind of gold is so, so valuable.<\/p>\n I believe the Holy Spirit worked outside of time to orchestrate the last two weeks\u2019 readings and principles. Perfectly aligning them with what He was doing in the heart and with the emotions of my dear friend. It was as though He had planned it all ages ago and had equipped me through this learning process to meet a hurting friend in the perfect time and space. Identifying liminal<\/em> thoughts and inconsistencies in my brother’s thought process and subsequent articulations almost felt surreal. Ten days ago, I had no clue that was even a word. Now, I know it and can see it. The same is true with threshold concepts<\/em> that left him stuck and unable to see a way forward. The mere ability to label and define it brought peace and understanding to him. Thankfully, during that challenging moment, I had a tiny toolbelt of coaching concepts<\/em> to draw on. Suddenly, a syntopical leadership web <\/em>made sense.<\/p>\n On the drive home, my heart overflowed with thankfulness to the Holy Spirit for allowing me to learn through a meaningful experience. Today, as I reflect, I see my shortfalls in a way I have not noticed. I have not been looking at people hoping to find gold but shamefully looking at them as tools for production and accomplishment. I can’t unsee that now.<\/p>\n I may be making a mistake by not attempting to write an academic-style paper today, but after what I have seen the Holy Spirit do in the last 24 hours, it seemed disingenuous to subject Him to my academic efforts. 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