The Guys On The Roof

One of my lifelong friends is suffering from Stage IV spinal cancer. Boy howdy, does that suck, as he is one of the smartest and most reverent friends I have. I started blogging with him back in 2006, and since then he’s gone on to make a name for himself in the political world, while I’ve done a thing or two in the gun writing world.

Jon and I have known each other for over thirty years. We are part of a group of four friends (Todd and Steve being the other two silent partners in this friendship) who met in the same small group at church, got married within a few yers of each other, had children at about the same time and hung out a couple of Saturdays a month, solving all the world’s problems over a cup of coffee.

And now one of us is facing the horror of cancer, so it’s up to the other three of us to become the guys on the roof. The guys who’s love for their sick friend was so strong, they carried him up onto the roof of the house where Jesus was, then opened up a whole in that roof so they could get him in front of Jesus to be healed. The guys on the roof did what needed to be done to heal their friend.

The men of this country are facing a crisis today. We are dying by own hand at rates that totally unacceptable. I have lost two friends to self-inflicted gunshot wounds in the past ten years, and that is two too many.

Become someone else’s guy on the roof. Love them so much that you’ll do anything to see them healed. Get them in front of the care they need before it’s too late.