And she began to explain in 2nd grade terms what no 8-year old should ever have to explain…something this 42-year old can’t find words to explain or make sense of. I walked behind the two, watching my son’s innocent world being punctured, and helplessly watching the ground literally and figuratively becoming less stable under his little feet.
In a former life I breathed the oxygen of basketball. I gave my heart, soul, mind and strength to excelling on the hardwood. Now 25 years later, I’m a dad on the sidelines and dipping my toe into the world of hoops again. The fiery passion has not returned, but I have been thinking about the game more than usual these days.
What if we could bring back impetuous Peter from the dead to be the keynote speaker at a New Year’s Church Leadership conference at MainStreet? Would our attendance spike if the famous water-walking apostle was filling the pulpit the next 8 weeks? Would we show up with eager ears and ready to take notes?