They call us PIGS (Pretty Interesting Guy Stuff), the Thursday morning men’s group I’ve been attending at Hope for nearly 19 years. It all started in September 2006 when my friend Rob invited me. I wasn’t sure I was in the right group, but I stayed for some reason. That reason soon became all too clear. In December 2006, I sang my fifth Christmas Cantata with Hope’s PRAISE! Choir, and no one knew just how blessed I was to make it through that performance. I had been having headaches, and my physician ordered an MRI. Turns out I had a significant amount of fluid building up around my brain because of a small tumor. In 20 years of practice, the neurosurgeon had only seen three or four of these tumors. I called my wife, Sharon, and went home to meet her, where she was already organizing our families to watch our young sons. I had surgery the next morning, and the benign tumor was successfully removed. I woke up bald, with staples and a drain tube—like a straw—coming out of my head. Me...