Wednesday Wisdom

Yikes, it's been almost exactly a month since I posted. 

Not that the world is desperately clamoring for my perspectives on things, but I do intend to be disciplined with regular posts here. 

In my defense, I'm working through my third week battling pneumonia. I feel like the worst is over thanks to antibiotics and meds. 

It has certainly thrown me for a loop though. And I've certainly had extra time to take stock of things and think through lessons and reminders God may be wanting to show me.

Here are a few:

• Rest is both good and essential. Unsurprisingly, this illness has made me tired and worn out on a daily basis. That's kind of what pneumonia does. Thankfully my wife allowed me to take extra naps often at random times and away from the chaos of our toddler boys. I was mostly home-bound and had to miss two Sundays at church as well. It was good to have a break in my regular routine. It was good to remember there are limits to my energy and capacity to do things. Busy-ness is not a fruit of the spirit. Sabbath rest is still a critical principle of discipleship. It allows for both my body and spirit to heal and recharge.
  
  
• My church is filled with capable people. I love the smaller community God has placed us at. And when this illness set in, the last-minute prep was fairly smooth. Responsibilities got covered, sermons were preached, fellowship still happened. My church needs me, but they don't NEED me.
  
  
• I need to accept my newer, older identity. Ever since I was a kid, I had above average athletic endurance ability. That's very specific but here's what I mean. I always found myself able to run long distances or play sports for long periods of time without feeling like I was dying of fatigue. I was usually one of the top runners in the elementary gym class mile run they always had us run. I had fun playing basketball for long hours and found myself able to keep my energy up when others tired. In addition to basketball, I ran track in college and though the season was already underway, I was able to be fairly successful at the 400 hurdles (an ideal race for someone who isn't speedy fast, doesn't have time to build up endurance for long races, but can do a little bit of both). Even after my college years, I stayed active regularly playing recreational basketball, slow pitch softball, and staying in semi-decent shape. As I've hit my late 30's and now into my 40's, I've noticed more physical limitations. It is harder to stay in shape and other family priorities get in the way of those activities I once participated in. And now this pneumonia really made reality set in. I could barely chase my boys around the living room without having to catch my breath. Bouncing back from being winded has been hard. Now I hope to be able to stay in some kind of active shape once this is past. But I'm more and more resigned to the fact that a part of my identity - being physically capable of doing stuff and not tiring - is changing. My pride has and is taking a hit. And I need to adjust.
  
  
• I can be grateful this isn't worse. I was worried at the beginning I'd contracted COVID. That worried me not just for myself but because I had been around a bunch of people that week. Thankfully, two tests showed I was negative. But I had some restless nights where coughing made rest rare and breathing was labored. During this same time, three people I know have gotten COVID and all had severe symptoms. One even passed away. I am ok, my family is healthy, and getting medical attention was pretty effective and not super expensive. I am grateful it has not been worse.

One of THOSE Moments

A long-time friend of mine currently coaches my high school's basketball team. It has probably only been just over a year since he was hired. He's doing a great job. They had a pretty good season, winning their conference and generally showing promise for the future. 

Part of the off season schedule includes running camps for the younger kids in the community. He does a terrific job teaching the basics and making the game fun. Over the weekend, he shared this video of a young camper winning the championship for his team...after not really scoring at all but trying his best throughout the time.

https://twitter.com/CoachMattMoore/status/1400909445106970625

My initial thought was, "How awesome is this? That little guy is never going to forget this moment".

Then my mind drifted to a basketball memory of my own when I was close to that age.

I was around 9 or 10 years old and my church was sponsoring this community sports clinic at our facility. We'd recently built a gymnasium - or "multi-purpose room" as some insisted on calling it - and our church leadership saw the opportunity to have a Saturday where kids from the community would come and get some instruction in various sports. I remember that we had the option to participate in two sports and we'd go to the station and a coach would teach us some basics and have us go through drills. 

This was like a dream come true for me. I loved sports. I played in imaginary games in my room and in my yard in all sorts of games. I had an imaginary alter ego, "Jonathan Jims" who was an all-pro football player for the Chicago Bears and an all-star hooper suiting up for the Boston Celtics. I played alongside my heroes Walter Payton and Larry Bird and led my teams to championships in glorious fashion. 

Now, as I registered for this clinic that Saturday morning, I had a choice to make - how do I pick which two sports to play? I know for sure they had baseball, soccer, and basketball and think they had a couple others too. I landed on soccer and basketball. The time practicing and learning more about soccer was not very notable as I recall.

The session with basketball was everything and then some. Coach Jim Kessler of Grace College was in charge of this part of the clinic and he had a number of his own team there as well as some Warsaw High School basketball players. I even remember 1984 Indiana Mr. Basketball Jeff Grose was a part of this, though I would ask him years later and he had no recollection of it (though that would be understandable). All of these were giant men and I was a bit in awe of being so close to these heroes.

After running through some basic passing and dribbling drills, they divided us up into two teams and had us play for a few minutes. Now, let me set the scene for you as accurately as I can. 

First, this was a half-court game. The other side of the gym was being used for something else. Second, since basketball was so popular, there were a lot of kids at this station. It may have been only like 8 on 8, but it felt like 15 on 15. Looking back, it is amazing I ever even touched the ball. It was chaos to say the least, but at one point down the stretch someone passed me the ball around the right elbow by the free throw line. I saw an opening and dribbled right towards the baseline and loaded up and shot the ball. It was an off-balance jumper from about 10 feet that bounced on the rim a couple times and dropped in. I remember some of the Grace players sitting out of bounds jumping up and cheering - as this was the first and only basket of what surely was a poorly played-hard-to-watch game. 

A few minutes later, as time wound down, our team fouled the other team. The shooter, a kid from our church named Andy Plank, made one of two free throws. Our team would win the game 2-1 and they selected me and Andy as "players of the game". I got first pick of a prize, either a Lancers Shirt or some bball shorts. I picked the shirt which immediately became part of my clothing rotation and would for years to come. For the record, Andy became a much better player than I did - starting a couple years on varsity while I barely made the team. 

But it was that shot falling that inspired me to pursue basketball. I played some Little League and summer soccer, but basketball became my primary love. That shot gave me the confidence to keep at it after getting cut from my 7th grade team. It gave me the confidence to keep working and make varsity as a senior after two years of JV in high school. It was at the foundation of my self-belief that led me to later play at Grace for Coach Kessler. I was a JV practice fodder player at first but worked to become a valuable contributor to a 25-10 team my final year.

I hope this young man has a similar journey. Maybe he'll let the joy of that moment fuel him into a nice playing career like mine did for me. More importantly, I hope that this thrill gives him confidence in life to keep working at whatever challenge he might be facing.

And I'm thankful to God for giving us these kinds of beautifully gracious moments where pure joy and happiness overwhelm us. I love THOSE moments.

On Sports Fandom

Anyone who knows me, knows I'm big into sports. I've heard a sports topic come up from time to time about fandom. Who you should or shouldn't cheer for? In my particular part of the country, northern Indiana, there are a variety of "local" teams one could root for - and no obvious geographical frontrunner. 

Detroit is 4 hours away, Chicago 2.5 hours, and Indianapolis about 2. Major college teams are IU, Notre Dame, and Purdue - all still requiring hours of travel.

An oft used objection recently came up again and I felt it necessary to respond. The objection, if you cheer for ND football, you are morally obligated to cheer for ND basketball too, not IU basketball as so many do.

Well, I kind of understand that critique, but I think it's invalid. Here's my response:

Q: 

What do the Boston Celtics, Chicago Bears, Detroit Tigers, Notre Dame Football, and IU basketball all have in common?

A: 

They are my favorite sports teams and they all won championships in the mid-to-late 80's (the time frame I began to get into sports)

See, I picked my teams because they were good and fairly local to my northern Indiana residence. (The Celtics counted because they had Larry Legend, a Hoosier born and raised)

But apparently I'm "conflicted" because I cheer for one college football team and another school in basketball?

So let me counter this criticism with a couple of salient points. 

1) I didn't attend any of those institutions or work for any of those organizations. I have no inherent loyalty owed. I cheer for the teams, not the institutions. I don't owe fandom to any other sport beyond my choice.

2) I have stuck with these teams since childhood through thick and thin. And there has been a lot of thin. All of those teams were mediocre at best between '95-'01. And even when '02 saw some playoff runs and a title game appearance, no championships were won.

Isolating ND football and IU basketball only accentuates the lack of great success over the past 30 years. Their last two titles were in '88 and '87 respectively. I'm not conflicted or a cherry-picker or whatever. I am loyal (to a literal fault it would seem).

My story isn't that uncommon here in northern Indiana. Few attended/worked for either IU or ND. Many did grow up with IU BB and ND FB being successful and championship-caliber, while ND BB and IU FB were less than stellar.

So with a lot of "free agent" fans out there, why not choose to follow the better teams in each sport, even if they're from different schools? I know Ohio St. football fans are also OSU basketball fans for the most part, but do they also follow the baseball or volleyball teams?

It's not our state's fault we have two historically great teams from different schools. I'd say it's quite natural for the general population to generally pull for one school during one season and another for a different sport. 

P.S. There's a whole different discussion to be had about the Generation Z group of fans who follow individual players only and care little for the teams at all. But we'll leave that one for another day.

Music Mondays

"We wore the colors of our favorite little let down"

Those lyrics from this week's selection have always grabbed me. 

They seem especially relevant as we enter the opening weeks of football season. Now, I'm pretty sure "Tyrant Kings" is more about what's really important in life than football fandom. Based on one video, they explain that it's how we strive for our dreams at the expense of family and friendships (see the 5:00-7:00 min interlude of this video). 

But that lyric perfectly captures sports fandom, doesn't it?

Only one team will win the championship. Every season we wear the jerseys and hats and face-paint with the colors of teams that mostly let us down (Alabama football being the exception). 

Maybe the connection between this song and football season only makes sense to me. But it's a good enough excuse to post a video of the song this week. I have a feeling it will be a song that grows and grows on you because it sure did with me.

Music Mondays

We are in the middle of March Madness. 

 

The NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament is must-see tv for basketball junkies like me, to say nothing of the fans and alumni of college teams.

The basketball is not always pretty, but every year it provides great drama. So great, that you get this kind of reaction when teams are trading baskets at the end of a tie game:

To me, I find that whole thing amusing, concerning, and understandable. I would absolutely react the same way had it been my favorite team. It’s one thing to go crazy in the moment as a game is decided. It’s an entirely different issue when sports lead to this kind of thing:

Yesterday I preached (sermon upload coming soon) on how our society has made sports an idol and how that can lead to harmful results. But I also wanted to emphasize how Christians can properly view athletics. 

Sports aren’t inherently evil – don’t hear me saying that. They can be played and viewed with a balanced perspective. I believe God has given us things like sports to find joy in this life and to teach us spiritual lessons.  You can listen to my sermon for my biblical rationale, but I also thought this could lead into a Music Monday.

Admittedly, there aren’t a lot of sports-themed songs that really stand out (though feel free to comment if one does), but this song kind of fits the bill in a fun, silly way.

This is a classic “Youth Group” song of the 1990’s about heaven. And the unique thing about it is the line about how we’ll be playing football in eternity. Some more serious theologians may object to it’s biblical inaccuracy.  But really, who knows? 

We’re not given a ton of specifics about what heaven will be like beyond the glorious presence of God. But one can make the legitimate case that if God has given us elements in this life for our fun and enjoyment, what’s to say that there won’t be opportunities to play catch, shoot hoops, or something along those lines in heaven?

The bottom line is, we can play sports to the glory of God (1 Cor. 10:31, 9:24-27,  James 1:17), and when we do that well in the here and now, we’re really just practicing for eternity.