Who doesn’t love a great game of basketball? Ten solid athletes working as one well-oiled machine intent on sending a leather sphere swishing through a harsh rim suspended 10 feet upinto the air. The players have spent many more hours practicing their movements and designing difficult plays than they will ever spend in a game. Yet they work like horses: stretching beyond their limits both horizontally and vertically. The falls they’ll take, the bodies they’ll bump, the floor they will eagerly bite, all to get their hands on the leather, to save it, steal it, toss it, alley oop it, slam it, tip it, tie it up, or flip it out… they’ll fly through the air and land on wood to keep it alive. Basketball is about discipline, sacrifice, teamwork, and victory. Hmmm, sounds little like something else I love. My church.
My church is a place where people work as a team. Many solid Christians working as one well-tuned body intent on sending the word of God out into a thirsty world in need of drink. We spend many hours in our disciplines: reading the Word, memorizing the Word, translating the Word, praying the Word, outlining the Word, studying the Word, meditiating on the Word, all to keep the Word alive. We work like a colony of ants stretching beyond our limtis both outward and heavenward. We may stumble, even fall, but we do this as a team. We grieve as a team, we rejoice as team. When one is in pain, we all feel stunned. When one meets adversary, we all fight the spiritual battle. Churchwork is about discipline, sacrifice, teamwork, and victory. About present pain and future trophies. Hmmm, sounds even better than a heated game of roundball. And you gotta love the head coach!
Here we start our 4th day of cohabitating in our extra-warm house while the outside world sits silent in drifted snow. A pink sunrise is edging over the horizon illuminating diamond chips on the winter white ground. What to do? What to do? We’ve eaten more meals at home in four days than previously eaten at home in a month. We’ve played games, watched movies, downloaded apps, cleaned our rooms, tidied our laundry, thrown snowballs, eaten snow cream, gathered round the piano, fought over the computers, planned summer vacations. We’ve bundled and unbundled, only to bundle again. And in the end, know what I think? I think we miss school. We miss guitar lessons, and dance class and basketball practice for sure. But we miss whispering with friends when the teacher’s back’s turned. We miss the cafeteria mess followed by recess chaos. We miss working on a new lesson, getting a good grade, reading another chapter in a book we forgot how much we loved. We miss routine. We miss consistency. Again, the words come hard, but I think we miss school.
Yes, a snow day is fine. But when it turns to a snow week, the Lammers Family turns a little sour. Thank God the sun is warming, even now, to restore the lives we so long to live.
What a morning. Jeff is searching frantically for “marshamallow cereal” so the smallest member of our household can have breakfast without tears. Although he awoke early to make cinnamon rolls, his daughters prefer cold cereal. It’s only 8:20, so I have 40 solid minutes to pen my thoughts, take a shower, get ready for church, and then get the 5 children presentable as well. With 5 inches of snow and ice covering the county, I doubt many parishoners will trek out on this beautiful wintry morn, but without question, our family will be there. With hairbows and neckties. (Who am I kidding? I’ll be lucky if the boys aren’t in t shirts!)
So, good morning world. The Lammers Family will be out in full force in just minutes, ready to impact, impress, imprint, but probably mostly destroy something.