Friday, February 20, 2009

Twenty Years From Now

Wow. I had something entirely different in mind for my blog today, but a story on Yahoo News caught my eye. I cried as I read it and found it so moving that I must blog about it. I’ve attached part of it below my blog. I hope it moves you as well.

I’ll try to bottom line it for you. Darius McNeal, senior captain of the DeKalb, Illinois Barbs basketball team, deliberately missed two free throws, awarded his team for a technical foul caused because the opposing team wanted to allow a player on the court who was not there for the start of the game and therefore not on the roster. That player? Johntel Franklin, who came to play just hours after his 39 year old mother lost her battle with cancer.

Johntel wanted to play. He needed to be with his team at his time of grief. The letter of the rule was followed, but it was a different spirit at play that night. To quote the DeKalb coach (who advised his player to miss those free throws) -- "This is something our kids will hold for a lifetime," Rohlman said. "They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they'll remember what happened in that gym that night." Doesn’t matter who won. The two teams went out for pizza together after the game.

What will people remember about you 20 years from now? Would you lose a game to win a brother? Would you even be willing to take the risk? That is exactly what Jesus asks us to do – risk it all to save others. He has called us to serve one another.

We are called to be “living sacrifices” and to esteem others above ourselves, to look on the things of others and lose our lives for the sake of our calling. (I challenge you to find the scriptures to go with these.)

It isn’t my place to tell you when, where and how to sacrifice for others. I don’t know your gifts, your resources or the needs of those around you. But I do know one thing – no matter how poor or ill or talentless you might be, you can be nice to people around you. You can show love. It costs nothing – except, occasionally, your ego or a chance to win.

Recently, a friend of mine and I sat crying tears of joy over the way several churches and the community in our small town rallied around to help her father who is recovering from a major injury. He lives several states away. He was self-employed all his life and has little insurance.

Maybe in this case we’d be tempted to say “I don’t know him. Why should I help?” Or “He needs to be an example of what happens when you fail to be adequately covered by insurance. It is his responsibility, not mine.”

But sometimes, to paraphrase a famous line, the team has to “take one” for an individual player. That is what happened in the DeKalb/Milwaukee game. That is what should happen in the Christian game of life. All true believers are on the same team. And, since everyone is a child of God and a potential believer, the whole world is ultimately in the same family.

In 20 years the members of both these high school basketball teams will still remember THAT night – even if they forget every other game. In 20 years, my friend will still remember what others did for her family.

In 20 years, what will people remember about your life? About mine? It bears some thought now about what will be remembered in 20 years.

Love, Nancy

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AMID THE GRIEVING, A RARE ACT OF SPORTSMANSHIP (AP)
Hours earlier, the mother of Milwaukee Madison senior captain Johntel Franklin died at a local hospital. Carlitha Franklin had been in remission after a five-year fight with cervical cancer, but she began to hemorrhage that morning while Johntel was taking his college ACT exam.
Her son and several of his teammates were at the hospital late that afternoon when the decision was made to turn off the life-support system. Carlitha Franklin was just 39.
"She was young and they were real close," said Milwaukee coach Aaron Womack Jr., who was at the hospital. Womack was going to cancel the game, but Franklin told him he wanted the team to play.
(The Franklin showed up and said he wanted to play.)
There was just one problem. Since Franklin wasn't on the pre-game roster, putting him in meant drawing a technical foul that would give DeKalb two free throws.
Though it was a tight game, Womack was willing to give up the two points. It was more important to help his senior guard and co-captain deal with his grief by playing.
Over on the other bench, though, Rohlman wasn't so willing to take them. He told the referees to forget the technical and just let Franklin play.
"The refs told them, no, that's the rule. You have to take them."
That's when Rohlman asked for volunteers, and McNeal's hand went up.
He went alone to the free throw line, dribbled the ball a couple of times, and looked at the rim.
His first attempt went about two feet, bouncing a couple of times as it rolled toward the end line. The second barely left his hand.
It didn't take long for the Milwaukee players to figure out what was going on.
They stood and turned toward the DeKalb bench and started applauding the gesture of sportsmanship. Soon, so did everybody in the stands.
"I got kind of emotional but it helped a lot just to play," (Franklin) said. "I felt like I had a lot of support out there."
It hasn't been the greatest season for the team, but they have stuck together through a lot of adversity.
"We maybe don't have the best basketball players in the world but they go to class and take care of business," Womack said. "We have a losing record but there's life lessons going on, good ones."
None so good, though, as the moment a team and a player decided there were more important things than winning and having good stats.
Yes, DeKalb would go home with a loss. But it was a trip they'll never forget.
"This is something our kids will hold for a lifetime," Rohlman said. "They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they'll remember what happened in that gym that night."

Sunday, February 8, 2009

A SMOOTH TRANSITION …. NOT SO MUCH

I’m reading a great book that was recommended to me, called Founding Mothers, written by Cokie Roberts (the reporter). It is a history of the wives, daughters, mothers and sisters of the Founding Fathers and their impact on the birth of this nation. I am really enjoying it, highly recommend it and will most likely find that it inspires quite a few blogs. Lots of material for thought and discussion.

I confess that I looked at the end of the book. After all, remembering my high school American History lesions, I know how it all turns out. The book closes with the emphasis on the first smooth transition of the Presidency – from George Washington to John Adams. It was an amazing, unique and virtually unheard of thing in those times. My husband, Wes, plans to use the details of the first to transitions of the US Presidency in a future article or sermon.

It still is amazing and unique in this world. The USA has experienced 40-some elections and transitions. The most recent, from George W. Bush to Barak Obama, was a study in transition etiquette. The then president-elect Obama frequently responded to requests that he jump in and do something, “we have only one president at a time.” News reporters marveled at the open and cooperative actions of President Bush and his staff in handing over the reins to the Obama Whitehouse.

In a world where even allegedly open elections all too often result in months of violence, we can all be very thankful for the smooth transition from one administration to the next.

You know, it won’t be that smooth when Jesus returns. The Bible tells us that the world will fight against Him and it will be VERY BAD – the worst time of conflict ever. Blood up to the horses’ bridles. God expects it and has planned for it, although I’m sure He’d be very happy if the world would surprise Him.

As women, our lives are full of transitions – from daughter to wife, wife to mother, mother to grandmother, maybe great-grandmother, or widow before it is all over.

As Christians, we begin with one huge transition – from non-believer to believer, from one living in this world by our own wits to one guided by the in-dwelling of the Holy Spirit. Some of us go down easy, some have to be knocked off a horse and blinded, like Paul.

Once we become believers, we agree to continually transition. We don’t change all at once and we truly never stop changing – become more like our Heavenly Father in thought, word and deed. Although the initial turn might be dramatic, the lifetime that follows is typically more one of slight shifts and changes – like those transition lenses that slowly shade over when you come out into the sun.

Problem is, sometimes we resist. We don’t want to give up that habit, thought processes or behavior because it is comfortable or because we just like it – get something out of it. Or, worse yet, because someone we don’t like or agree with told us we needed to change.

Today, I want to encourage us all to work toward a continual and smooth transition from who we were to who God called each of us to be. And then, at Jesus’ return, we’ll experience the final change-over to spirit-being. That will be dramatic.

Then final transition from man’s government in every form to God’s government over all of mankind will be a violent take-over at first. But, ultimately, God will work with all the world as He works with us now, to change a little more each day. Our chance is now, don’t fight the transition.

With love,
Nancy