Tuesday Re-mix –
I have mostly tried to forget my early teenage years (from about age 12-14…the dreaded middle school years…every boy’s misery). But aside from the many nightmares I have surely forgotten, there are still a handful which I remember as if they were yesterday: being spit on by Jimmy E. (7th grader) on the first day of 6th grade; being beaten up by Andy W. in the boys locker room; getting sick on the tilt-a-whirl on my very first “date” (so very sorry, Glenanne); and my illustration for this blog…trying to run the 440 yd. high-hurdles my 7th grade year. Nightmare!
I was a low-hurdler. Not the fastest in the world, but pretty well-trained and pretty well-equipped for my particular race. My race was a quick 100 yards, with just a few hurdles to clear and then the race was over. I liked it that way. So when Brian W. had to pull out of the 440-yd. high hurdle race at one of our track meets, and the coach just needed a warm body to run the race (something to do with team points), I got picked…out of nowhere. I won’t take you through the parade of horribles which ensued. Let’s just say that, after not clearing the first hurdle and after basically running around the rest of them and then not being able to finish because of the unexpectedly long distance…well…it was a nightmare. I was not ready for ANY of the obstacles that race held for me. I had not trained for it, I had not studied it, I was completely unprepared for it. I had not been given even the most basic, fundamental skills for running that race. I learned some things that day about preparation.
The more I work with conflicted congregations and the …