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My Sunday Best

January 27, 2024

But the father said to his servants, “Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.” (Luke 15:22)

I’d put my bowtie on each Sunday morning, drape it with a brown tweed sport coat, attach it to a white button-down dress shirt, and finish the look with the only pair of dress pants I owned (Or my parents owned that were hanging in my closet!), and shiny black Florsheim shoes that made your feet feel like they were being smothered. It was church time, and our family always wore our Sunday best.

It was the only time during the entire week that my mom wore a hat and the only time my brother and I were expected to suffer for three hours in the torture of looking our best for the Lord. Our family of five crammed into the Ford and made the five-minute drive to church, the three kids captured in the backseat, Dad driving, and Mom supervising the backseat inmates.

Wearing our Sunday best was the non-negotiable. We were so accustomed to it that we never even thought of questioning it, even considered the strategy of whining and pouting. By the time I was in the fifth grade, I had retired the bowtie to the back of the bottom dresser drawer and upgraded to a necktie. After all, in our church (First Baptist Church of Williamstown, West Virginia) fifth-grade boys could be junior ushers for the Sunday morning worship service, handing out bulletins and taking up the offering. A suit and necktie were the required attire for such a position.

I’m not sure if the theology of wearing our Sunday best was understandable at that point. To come to church looking sloppy was vaguely connected to being more like the prodigal son of the Bible, wayward and lost from the loving arms of God. For the men, even wearing a suit but no tie was a dip toward depravity.

Since those growing-up years, things have changed on Sunday mornings. Wearing a suit is now more an identifier of the wearer’s generation than a desire to please the Lord. Jeans and a button-down shirt not tucked into the pants is now the norm. Or wearing a jersey of one’s favorite professional sports team, a tee shirt bought at the last rock concert, or Hello Kitty attire.

We now reside in an in-between time where some of the worshippers come dressed to the max while others look as if they just rolled out of bed. I’m an in-betweener. If I’m speaking, I wear Land’s End slacks and a dress shirt, but if I’m pew-sitting, I’m “jeaning.”

The thing many of us from the Sunday-best generation are still nervous about is the scriptural truth that tells us that God gives His best to us, regardless of what we’re willing to give Him. The story of the prodigal son blows us away. The kid who disrespected his father, walked away, and rebelled against the one who had blessed him and raised him is given “the best” when he comes to his senses and returns.

In essence, God gives His Sunday best to us no matter who we are or aren’t. Bowties, neckties, no ties, tie-dyed…He gives His best, not because of who we are but because He wants, even hungers, for our best.

No divine hand-me-downs. No sloppy seconds. Only the best.

Not what we deserve, but rather what He desires for us.

“You Can’t Score If You Don’t Shoot”

January 21, 2024

It’s been an entertaining 7th-grade girl’s basketball season. In the midst of getting significantly beaten in several games, there have been numerous memorable moments that have had the effect of raising the experience from just another ho-hum season. For example, when all five of my players ran to the other end of the court to play defense. Unfortunately, our opponents were inbounding the basketball underneath their own basket on the end of the court that they had just sprinted away from. Notice I said all five players ran away…and it was the fourth quarter…which meant they had been defending that end of the court for one quarter+ already.

It’s a sign of the level of inexperience I’m coaching. Only two of the ten girls have ever played basketball before. Most of the middle school teams we are playing are comprised of girls who have been playing on club teams for several years. I have 5 volleyball players, 1 dancer, 1 distance runner, 1 girl who has never played any sport, and the 2 who have played basketball before this year.

But they have improved greatly, even in the midst of lop-sided scores. This past week I told them that they have really improved in their warmups before a game. I was being serious. We no longer have to check for cracks in the backboard. They are actually making most of their layups during warmups. No joke!

They are discovering my “wise sayings”, such as “She doesn’t get smaller the closer you dribble the ball toward her”, and “You can’t score, if you don’t shoot.”

That one came at halftime of a game where we didn’t attempt our first shot until there were 9 seconds left in the second quarter. Since then, a couple of my players have taken the advice to the max, more than willing to fire as soon as they cross half-court.

Small steps.

We have won a game…in overtime on a banked three-point shot!

The thing is…I’m loving it! They’re learning and staying positive. In the midst of a 38-2 defense to a team that may one day be playing in the WNBA, I said to one of my players who was sitting beside me on the bench, “Hey! These girls have been playing together for the past 4 years. How long have you been playing?” She looked at me and said, “One game.”

“Exactly! This is all about learning, and you’re on the fast track of learning how to play basketball.”

No one has hung their head in discouragement. No one has pouted. No one has entered the transfer portal or asked about their NIL. They are experiencing being a part of a positive athletic team in defeating situations. Anytime we score a basket, I chuckle. When we scored the one basket in the 38-2 blistering, the crowd erupted. When one of my volleyball players actually does a reverse pivot, I cry, “Holy cow! Did you see that?” When my tallest player sprints down the court and intercepts a pass that was headed to a player for an easy layup, I get all jittery! When another one of my volleyball players dribbles back and forth but remembers to use her left hand, I want to cry. I’m so happy.

We took them to the Air Force vs. Wyoming Women’s basketball game, and they watched the game as opposed to having their faces buried in their cell phones. We debriefed afterward about what they had learned. After each of our games, we talk about what we learned, in what ways improvement was evident, and what we need to work on.

We’re going as a team to our high school’s game this coming week. In essence, these ten young ladies are taking an accelerated course in basketball.

It will all be over in a week, and I’ll miss them greatly. About a week after the season is over, I’ll recognize what a blessed coach I have been to teach them, lead them, and figure out in new ways how to instruct players new to the game.