The Turn

I want to tell you about a moment at a men's conference.

It was a time of deep healing. We were taking communion — that quiet, sacred pause in the middle of everything — and I got an image.

I was in a great medieval banquet hall. Long tables, candlelight, the warmth of a feast in full swing. I had slipped in through the rear doors and was standing at the back — the way you do when you're not sure you belong. Close enough to watch. Far enough to disappear if needed.

Up at the head table was Jesus. Surrounded by his close friends, deep in conversation. The kind of table you don't just walk up to.

And then he looked up. Started looking around the room. And stood up.

"Where's my good friend Donald? I have a place for him right here."

He saw me at the back.

And he almost ran.

Not a nod. Not a wave from across the room. He came all the way to where I was standing and walked me to his table. To a seat he'd already saved. For me.

I felt like I belonged for the first time in my life.

Not because I'd figured anything out. Not because I'd completed the right assessment or found the right role or cleaned myself up enough to deserve a seat. Because someone who knew me — really knew me — had been looking for me. And was glad I was there.

That's when Jesus became real to me. Not a doctrine. A person. A friend who stands up when you walk in the room.

That's what this site is about.

Not another framework. Not another tool to help you understand your personality type. Those things have their place — we'll get to that.

But the answer to who am I was never going to come from a profile.

It was always going to come from a person.

And He's already standing up.