What Tres Dias Means to Me
By David McClay
I have been a non-Christian Christian for many more years than I’ve been a believing Christian. It
wasn’t until my first Tres Dias weekend that I really met Christ.
I’m still meeting Him.
One of the things I’ve started to realize is that while that weekend and its scripture of Matthew 6:33 (“Seek ye first”) mean so much to me, our walk is not about weekends but about our lives from the weekend forward. I can honestly say that my weekend started a great period of personal growth that will continue till I go home. I have my church activities, my reunion group of men (my brothers because of Christ), and my family. They, too, have grown in their Fourth Day. My wife has served Red Cross, my daughter has served my church and addiction afflicted people, and God has become the central person in our home. (Yes, He is that real. We can’t think of Him any other way).
My favorite time of day is coffee time with Dad in the morning, when I go to the kitchen table with a cup of brew, a Bible and a blessing. We talk to each other occasionally all day long now, but that’s the only time we have alone. For me, I would be totally off-kilter without coffee time.
Reunion groups are the essential part of the Tres Dias walk. God intends for us to be in constant fellowship with Him and with other like-minded people. My reunion group is small but powerful. We meet once a month (I hope we will meet more often) to discuss piety, study and action while we lift each other up. We give each other good company in line with 1 Corinthians 15:33 (Bad company corrupts good morals), and Christ meets with us at a truck stop for breakfast. Our reunion group provides us with a safe place to check in, pray for each other, and discuss ways to actively apply scripture to our everyday lives. We learn to love each other and love our churches. We become more grounded, and thus, better servants to people God wants us to truly love.
So, to sum it all up, without my Tres Dias weekend I would not have been led to be a better servant. I would have no reunion group. I would not have morning coffee with Dad. While I still would have been a Christian, I would not be a believing Christian. I met Him that weekend, and I’ve been meeting Him ever since. All because someone made me their friend.
David is a member of the Tres Dias of Fairfield County community.
wasn’t until my first Tres Dias weekend that I really met Christ.
I’m still meeting Him.
One of the things I’ve started to realize is that while that weekend and its scripture of Matthew 6:33 (“Seek ye first”) mean so much to me, our walk is not about weekends but about our lives from the weekend forward. I can honestly say that my weekend started a great period of personal growth that will continue till I go home. I have my church activities, my reunion group of men (my brothers because of Christ), and my family. They, too, have grown in their Fourth Day. My wife has served Red Cross, my daughter has served my church and addiction afflicted people, and God has become the central person in our home. (Yes, He is that real. We can’t think of Him any other way).
My favorite time of day is coffee time with Dad in the morning, when I go to the kitchen table with a cup of brew, a Bible and a blessing. We talk to each other occasionally all day long now, but that’s the only time we have alone. For me, I would be totally off-kilter without coffee time.
Reunion groups are the essential part of the Tres Dias walk. God intends for us to be in constant fellowship with Him and with other like-minded people. My reunion group is small but powerful. We meet once a month (I hope we will meet more often) to discuss piety, study and action while we lift each other up. We give each other good company in line with 1 Corinthians 15:33 (Bad company corrupts good morals), and Christ meets with us at a truck stop for breakfast. Our reunion group provides us with a safe place to check in, pray for each other, and discuss ways to actively apply scripture to our everyday lives. We learn to love each other and love our churches. We become more grounded, and thus, better servants to people God wants us to truly love.
So, to sum it all up, without my Tres Dias weekend I would not have been led to be a better servant. I would have no reunion group. I would not have morning coffee with Dad. While I still would have been a Christian, I would not be a believing Christian. I met Him that weekend, and I’ve been meeting Him ever since. All because someone made me their friend.
David is a member of the Tres Dias of Fairfield County community.