A couple of weeks ago I was told by John Haggerty that I was member of COGs. Having been ordained several times without my consent, I am not easily disturbed by such an announcement. I asked what COGs stands for. He told me, “Consortium of Old Guys.” It’s basically the guys that hang out at his shop, who invent things, solve problems and make stuff. They work hard even if they are not getting paid. They are always learning and always teaching. They have each been beaten up by life lately, but refuse to accept the role of victims.They hope that they can develop some products that can sell and make some money. Before a single item has sold, they have agreed to dedicate a portion of their profits to The King’s Jubilee to “pay it forward” to help others.
These guys are truly experts. I walk into their conversations and, in most cases, I find that if I try to understand, I will only feel more stupid. So I ask stupid questions and play the part of the jester. One is a metal worker, one is a woodworker, one is a machinist, one is an engineer, woodworker, electrician, renaissance man, one is a computer geek / designer / facilitator. I am a shameless agitator. I felt like I still belonged, because I was willing to try anything and I haunt the shop and I am the oldest member of the group. Then they changed the name to Consortium of Odd Geeks to allow for a 20 year old with skills to join. I wasn’t sure I was qualified anymore. John assured me that since I made the zebra wood liftgate handle, that I was qualified.
The COGs also dovetails with our homelessness prevention ministry by helping to provide skills training, work readiness training and mentoring to men at risk.