The Oracle – End Of The World (Get Uncomfortable)

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Aldrich Elementary, Omaha, NE

73°, Overcast

PAX: Lemon Law, Curtain Call (Hate!), King Pin, Mac & Cheese (Hate!), Othello, Govna, Spreadsheet (Hate!), Crab Cakes, Renaissance (Hate!), Wentworth, Kielbasa (Hate!), Thor, Khakis (Respect!), Brad Pitt (D.R. Respect! Respect!), Umbro, Mingus (Hate!), Cessna (Hate!), Cyclone (Respect!), Vandelay (Respect!), Rancid (Hate!)

QIC: Rancid (Hate!)

0700 – Welcome, brothers!

F3 – Fitness, Fellowship and Faith

It is the mission of F3 to plant, grow and serve small workout groups for the invigoration of male community leadership.

Five core principles: free, open to all men, held outdoors, led in rotation, ends with circle of trust.

Introduction and disclaimer. I am in no-way considered a professional. Please “shamelessly modify”.

FNGs (None). Count-off (20 HIM).

PAX mosey to parking lot east of the schoolyard. Let’s do this!


20 IC – SSH

10 IC – Windmills

15 IC – Imperial Walkers

15 IC – High Knees

10 IC – Tappy Taps

10 IC – Sobriety Sun Gods (front/back)

10 IC – Cherry Raisers


The Sickness

5 Burpees. 5 Count.

5 Burpees. 5 Count.

5 Burpees. 10 Count.

5 Burpees. 5 Count.

And finally (you guessed it…)

5 Burpees. Recover.

“Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed

Complete after 25 reps

HIM mosey to the front entrance of the school. Mhmm!


The Jungle

20 – Dips (D)

20 – Incline Merkins (D)

20 – Step-ups (IC)

20 – Decline Merkins (D)

20 – Incline AST (IC)

“Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses

Rinse & Repeat until end of song

Team mosey over to THE THANG


The Dead End

3-man grinder at closed road south of schoolyard

One man on each end of the road while the third is the push

Dora-style. Rinse & Repeat until OMAHA (0740)


20 – Jump Tucks (U)

40 – Monkey Humpers (Count)

60 – Merkins (D)

80 – Calf-Raise (U)

100 – Air Squats (D)


20 – Big Boys (U)

40 – Bonnie Blairs (D)

60 – People’s Chair OH Press (U)

80 – Plank (Count)

100 – Bobby Hurleys (D)

Suggested by Khakis (Respect!): PAX ran as one unit up-hill for the final push

All mosey to the open field behind of the schoolyard for the final THANG


The End Of The World Wall Crawl

Pick a partner you haven’t worked with yet today

One @ Balls To The Wall (Modify = People’s Chair)

One @ Bear Crawl or Crab Walk small hill down/back

“It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” by R.E.M.

Flapjack until end of song

Mosey to the north lot for Mary


20 American Hammers, Rancid-Style (aka Rammers), Shared-Cadence


Count-off. Name-O-Rama. Announcements/Prayers:

• F3 Book Club – Fridays at Noon via Zoom – “White Fragility” by Robin DiAngelo – see Slack for details

• 7/1 – New AO Launch – Top Rope @ Aldrich, Site Q Armbar (Convergence!) – Costumes Recommended

• 7/4 – CSAUP 1776 – 0530/0700 @ Aldrich – You can do it, y’all!!

• 7/17 – 3rd F Blood Drive – see Slack for details

I am about to ask you to stand here for the next seven minutes and to listen carefully. You aren’t going to want to hear all of this. Your mind will start to wander-off. Don’t let it. Your legs will become restless. Stay focused. You’re going to want me to shut-up and “just head-over for some coffee”. And eventually, I’ll do both of those things, but right now, I am asking you men to stand here and to listen carefully.

Life happens regardless of circumstance. We HIM who are standing here this morning are alive. And don’t it feel good to be alive! But then, in the gloom, when I’m huffing-and-puffing alongside you PAX, I think long and hard that there are people who are unable to be here with us, who are no longer with us. Family. Friends. Strangers. No one of us lives forever. And when people eventually become “lost” to our world…it often can feel like “the end of the world”.

I grew up in Columbus, NE. For the first 18 years of my life, I was raised with Catholicism. One decade later, my faith has developed separately from that community. But to my Christian brothers, I want to assure you that me stating this is in no-way meant to be contentious. Your practice is beautiful, and I especially recognize the goodness that is exemplified through the faithful HIM of F3 Omaha (I see you when you walk the talk). I am only sharing with you my story, this tiny glimpse into my own personal experience, in order to provide context for what I’m about to say.

Yesterday, a person whom I follow on social media shared a post reminding us of The Parable of the Lost Sheep. It’s a classic, for sure. I can recall Father Joe teaching it to my elementary class at St. Isidore’s. There are two version of this in the bible, but I’m going to share with you the passage from Matthew 18:12-14:

“If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them wanders away, what will he do? Won’t he leave the ninety-nine others on the hills and go out to search for the one that is lost? And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he will rejoice over it more than over the ninety-nine that didn’t wander away! In the same way, it is not my heavenly Father’s will that even one of these little ones should perish.”

This is why Black Lives Matter. Our black and indigenous brothers and sisters of color have had knees on their necks for over 400 years. In 1619, 20 captive Africans were brought ashore Jamestown, VA to be sold into slavery. An estimated 6 to 7 million people were seized and sold over our own soil during the 18th century alone. It wasn’t until two-hundred

and forty-six (246) years later, in 1865, that we recognize an “official” end to slavery in this country. But then, for another ninety-nine (99) years – legislations “in the land of the free” systematically separated and segregated our American communities. Another push was made in 1964, but guys, there is still work to be done here. And the work won’t just “work” itself out. The fog of forgetfulness has lifted, and we must to come terms with the fact that every single last one of us plays a part in this. And yes, even the individuals who don’t think it affects them. And yes, even those of us who “have friends who are black”. And yes, even those of us who are “woke” and know, in our heads and in our hearts, that racism is pervasive and immoral and evil and dangerous and wrong.

This is why Black Lives Matter. Because it’s uncomfortable for us to hear these things even when we know it’s true. And it’s uncomfortable to say them even when we know it’s true. Why? “Yo, Rancid! That’s not me! I don’t think that way!” Well, gentlemen, I can’t read your thoughts, and neither can your family, nor your friends, nor your community. Unless you speak your truth out loud, even when it makes you feel uncomfortable, the world will never really know your truth.

White folks. We are the 99 sheep safe atop the hill. Our black and indigenous brothers and sisters of color are the lone lamb. But unlike the lost sheep from the parable, our black and indigenous brothers and sisters of color did not choose for themselves to “wander away”; they were forcibly “lost”.

I believe that this is the greatest opportunity we’ve ever had in our lifetimes to become the shepherd. Lost sheep need our help right now. Their lives are literally in danger right now. Trust me, I know that the 99 also experience struggles and strife, but here’s my perspective: the 99 have always had each other. Whom does the lone sheep have? Will it be you?

Every person has their own story. Their own happiness. Their own hardships. Their own anger. Their own levels of comfort. Maybe you disagree with the way I’ve approached this. But I believe this to be true, and I trust you all enough to listen with an open-mind and to take this message to heart in your own personal way. F3 is our platform, and if we really believe that it is our mission to invigorate leadership within ourselves for the betterment our communities, then let’s make our actions speak even louder than our words. Right now.

To compose this message and to share it out-loud with you all this morning was not “comfortable” for me, but I know that you all know me. And you care for me. And you love me. Now, if you feel similar even in the slightest of ways, here is my encouragement for you: leave your flock; go out and rescue the one who is lost. For:

“It is not my heavenly Father’s will that even one of these little ones should perish.”

Get uncomfortable. Listen closely. Speak honestly. Love fiercely.

Thank you, Sky Q!




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