A Dangerous Unit

I'm Caleb. Mama B calls me Judd. I'm on this "team" that B put together, a team of weirdos. In normal standards this team would never work. Tim, the one who keeps us all in touch with our emotions...and shows some of us that emotions aren't a bad thing to have, and yes, even to show sometimes. Mic, the leader of the five of us. As a freshman, perhaps one of the least likely people to come to a Bible college. He is a hard working knuckle head, not worried about what people think of him...unless it's good, and he can't have any of that. Matty, the true local boy. He is the model youth pastor, captain of the soccer team, home schooled then Christian schooled, engaged one. Ilya, the Russian who doesn't read any Russian and dates a country girl from Virginia. Then there’s me, Caleb. I'm the home schooled, soccer player, hick, cowboy from Ohio who talks more than Tim does. And I can't forget to mention B. All you need to know is that he is 6' 6" black man in a dorm full of white boys with no soul. He is the biggest man I know that can walk into a room with white walls and be 2 ' from you before you even know he's there. Why he chose this group?...I hope someday I will be able to have the answer.
What is it about this group that sets us apart from others? Here, within this cluster of 6 men, we have come to love each other in ways I have only read about. This group of men are committed to each other's spiritual growth. I would trust my life with any one of these men. In battle, we push each other on, watch each other’s backs, and carry each other when wounded. Separate, we are just people who love people (and tick them off sometimes...) together, we are a dangerous unit.