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Wrong Emoticon

June 20, 2024

My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry…” (James 1:19)

In my advancing years, I have done a good amount of writing. My Words From WW blog is closing in on 1,500 posts. Sometimes they’re serious, sometimes ludicrous, but most of the time I try to take a life situation and draw a spiritual teaching or pondering from it.

Sometimes, it’s evident that the reader either didn’t get the point or didn’t read the whole blog. Maybe he got bored, or maybe she got distracted, but the reader still made some kind of comment or gave me one of those emoticons. Perhaps I was the one at fault and wrote poorly enough to cause confusion.

I’ve had a couple of occasions where I’ve read a Facebook post or a text and wanted to give a reply. One time, I skimmed the post, and when the “emoticons” appeared, I hurriedly hit the “Wow” to indicate how amazing the news or the accomplishment was. The only problem was that I punched the wrong emoticon. Instead of the “Wow!”, I hit the “Haha” laughing uncontrollably emoticon. Think how small you would feel if your friend was sharing about the serious six-hour-long surgical procedure he was about to undergo, and you replied by hitting the “Haha” emoticon. He’s about to go under the knife and you send him a face that is laughing uncontrollably.

Oops!

One of the issues with communication is our rush to get through it. After all, there are a ton of Facebook posts that we need to respond to: Sylvia got a new aquarium, Bobby posted a video of him lifting weights, Gladys is going to the zoo, and Troy got his braces off. So many people to give some kind of reply to, so we head an emoticon in their direction. In a time where there is more information shared and ways to share, we listen less. There’s an emphasis these days on over-communicating, while at the same time we “under hear.”

Jesus had a few conversations that weren’t heard or understood. Some of the most religious folk already had decided they didn’t like what he was saying— even before he said it. The disciples often had side conversations, trying to figure out what Jesus meant. And then there were the parables that would have had Goober and Gomer scratching their heads. Sometimes, we hear with our ears but not our heads or hearts. Sometimes, the Holy Spirit speaks to us, but we’ve already determined what the leading is. How might the gospel stories be told differently if the disciples had listened for the deeper meaning? How might the problems in the Corinthian church have been solved if the ones who were always talking, always complaining, had waited for the Spirit to speak?

With social media today, James’s words need to seep into our laptops and cell phones. Honestly, his words are more important in those arenas than face-to-face dialogue because most of our communication is not done in person. Being slow to speak and quick to listen would eliminate most conflicts a typical person faces. It would assuredly lessen the caseload of professional counselors and attorneys.

Pondering James’s words, it seems that more listening and less speaking would also slow down the rise of anger and calm the rage that seems to erupt as rapidly as forest fires.

Cringing At The Disinterest in Being Responsible

February 10, 2024

I was at a high school basketball game last night in southern Ohio. My sister’s grandson, a senior point guard, was playing and I had flown back from Colorado to see a couple of his final games. Unfortunately, we got to the school so early that we saw almost all of the JV game first. I say u nfortunate because the two referees officiating the junior varsity game looked disinterested in their responsibility.

Understand that my view of the situation was greatly affected by the fact that I wore the black-and-white stripes for 16 years, blowing the whistle at high school and small college contests. Not that I was a great official. Above average would best describe me, but all those years of doing games, watching games, and being instructed on the art of calling games has given me an eye for what is professional, what are good mechanics, and what good communication entails.

One of the JV officials wore black sweat pants and shot baskets during timeouts. Those are two things that are okay at a YMCA 2nd grade game…sometimes, but not a high school JV game. Everytime he blew his whistle, which wasn’t often, it was like a mystery about to be revealed. His partner looked like he was about to fall asleep. His walk to the scorer’s table after calling a foul made him look about as energetic as Floyd the Barber from Mayberry, North Carolina.

The game wasn’t close, which would also be the adjective to describe where each of them was in terms of positioning to be able to call the game. The varsity officials were on the other end of the spectrum, consistent, in good position, great communication, and…they looked like they wanted to be there.

Call me critical. Tell me I’m overreacting, but being disinterested in being responsible is something that makes me grind my teeth. Covid-19 and the pandemic get blamed for causing it. That’s a cop-out. It’s been around since Adam, morphing into different appearances and arenas. Jesus’ disciples had moments of disinterest in being responsible. Paul criticizes the Corinthian church for it in the midst of his instruction about observing the Lord’s Supper. Some were coming to the gathering early and gorging themselves without thinking of the meaning of the meal, and others couldn’t get there until later.

Disinterest in responsibility has rained down in every area of life. There aren’t many Mother Teresas around these days who genuinely (That means no whining!) see the poor, diseased, and downtrodden as their responsibility. Heartfelt responsibility is at a premium.

Just as the three varsity officials showed professionalism and interest, let me go in the other direction. I know of numerous teachers who are passionate about teaching their students. Long hours of preparation do not phase them, even when the physical and mental weariness is evident. I know pastors who aren’t disgruntled by late-night calls, some of which are from families in crisis and others from people who just have an axe to grind. I know of numerous people in the workplace (restaurants, office buildings, bus drivers, custodial staff, security officers) who keep their places up and running. When one of them calls in sick, the others look confused and disoriented. I know of neighbors who look out for one another even though no one has designated that responsibility to them. I know of faithful people of prayers who cry out to the Lord for those who are suffering, and they have told them they would pray for them.

Here’s the thing. Disinterest in responsibility is as easy to detect as mayonnaise on peanut butter. On the other hand, total investment in responsibility stands out like Pike’s Peak on the Front Range of Colorado.

“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.