Wednesday, September 09, 2026

Small Town Hope

 

Small Town Hope

Football season is upon us! I thought you might enjoy a football story today that has less to do with money and fame and more to do with the one thing we all need, HOPE. This is from October 12, 2006. Much has happened since I wrote this  years ago.To read more about the origin of this squad, click this link: http://www.espn.com/espn/eticket/story?page=tundra



Rarely do I watch movies more than once. When I know what's coming next, the enjoyment is drained from the story. I have made an exception with The Music Man, the 1962 musical written by Meredith Wilson, starring Shirley Jones and Robert Preston. A scam artist arrives in a small Iowa town and sells the locals on the idea of a boys' band, complete with uniforms and instruments. It's a hoax, uncovered by the old maid librarian (Jones) who threatens to expose the con artist (Preston) until she falls in love with him. As the scheme unravels and the pretend band director is about to be tarred and feathered, the Iowans make a fascinating discovery. The band, even though it was a swindle, had the ripple effect of giving the town a passion for living and raising the expectations of a bunch of aimless kids. The conniving Professor Harold Hill unintentionally gives River City a new lease on life.

This week, espn.com features an intriguing story of a town and its high school football team. Barrow, Alaska is the furthest northern community in the United States, located above the Arctic Circle. Due to a grant last year and a new school superintendent, the local high school has inaugurated a football program. With no experience and no culture of the sport, the team took tiny baby steps this season. The decision to add a gridiron squad has bitterly divided this village of less than 5,000. Detractors claim the price tag, in excess of $200,000, was too steep and the funds should have been spent toward more traditional educational goals. Supporters counter that the kids in Barrow, drowning in a sea of alcohol, drugs, and vandalism, now have positive goals to focus on. The jury is out on the long-term outcome of this football experiment in one of the coldest inhabited spots on earth but it is a gripping tale of what can draw a hamlet together or drive a wedge into its collective soul. One thing is for certain; kids who play under those weather conditions on an essentially gravel field can handle adversity.

I have come to realize in my teaching that perhaps the biggest motivator a child has is hope. If a young person has a reason to keep trying, a purpose for persevering, the odds of their realizing any level of success multiplies. Praise stimulates some while others thrive on any sense of belonging. The value of extracurriculars can't be overstated. The bond of pushing toward any sort of collective dream can be priceless with students who feel there is a reward for hanging on in a educational culture that can be daunting and bewildering. Drama productions, literary meets, or any variety of clubs, it really doesn't seem to matter as long as there is a legitimate involvement. Hope is a major theme in the writings of the apostle Paul, who used the term fifty-two times in his epistles. In Romans 5, he places it at the conclusion of a four part listing of ascending levels of spiritual maturity; suffering, perseverance, character, hope. He concludes the thought by stating that "hope does not disappoint us," due to God's love abiding in us through the Holy Spirit. In our academic-social-career-family lives, hope can make our existence bearable. In our spiritual lives, hope makes our Christian walk possible. Whether in a fictional band, a real-life high school football team, or a soul reaching out for heavenly assistance, hope is a runway for a flight into the possible.


Applicable quote of the day:
"If God wanted women to understand men, football would never have been created."

Roger Simon


God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Tuesday, September 08, 2026

A Toast To Mack Brown

 

A Toast To Mack Brown


A lot has changed since I wrote this on October 12, 2o13!
It's amazing how a life can turn around in one day. When he woke up this morning, University of Texas football coach Mack Brown was as good as fired from everything I heard on the radio. Some were even saying he might get his walking papers in the stadium parking lot in Dallas after today's annual Red River Shootout with the Oklahoma Sooners, a series dominated in recent years by their rivals to the north. You might want to hold off on those career obituaries for Coach Brown as his Longhorns routed the undefeated and heavily favored OU squad this afternoon by a 36-20 tally. The wolves may still be at the door for the second winningest coach in the history of UT football but they aren't howling quite so loud as the sun sets this evening in Austin.

We talk considerably in my classes how our lives can change instantly, for the good or for the bad and more likely for the unknown. Several weeks ago, my terrific, long time dentist was killed in Tennessee and also in Tennessee the same weekend, the husband of one of my former basketball  players was almost killed, also in a motorcycle wreck. I know their days didn't begin with the dread of what was to come. We've seen public figures go from prominence to disgrace in one news cycle as one scandal or another comes to light. But sometimes, one can also go from anonymity to acclaim almost instantly in this media driven culture. Who can forget an   unknown pilot named Chesley Sullenberger who became an overnight national hero when he safely landed his passenger on the Hudson River on January 16, 2009? Too bad they all don't have a happy ending like that!

But sometimes they do.......and even more amazingly than the Miracle On The Hudson. My students have been studying the soap opera which was Jacob's family in the last week and now we are focused on Joseph and how he ended up going from the favored son of a wealthy man to a slave in one day; how he ended up in the home of an Egyptian official where he was falsely accused of attempted rape; how he did a favor for a fellow prisoner who forgot that he owed him a real big one. And yet, by interpreting the dreams of Pharaoh enabled through the spirit of God, Joseph at the age of thirty, wakes up one morning in jail and goes to bed that night as the second most powerful man in the most powerful nation on earth. I cannot think of anything I've ever heard that remotely approaches that reversal of fortune. Imagine if you went to work at 6 AM on the breakfast shift at McDonald's and by suppertime you were the CEO of Microsoft! Or, try to conceive being a student manager on a small college football team when you get out of bed and that night, you're the new quarterback of the Denver Broncos, replacing Peyton Manning! But our God had a plan for His people and that plan included having Joseph in the position where he would reunite with his brothers, the ones who sold him into slavery. Hey, we know what the Scriptures say in Jeremiah 32:27, don't we?
"I am the Lord, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?"
The answer to the Father's inquiry, of course, is a resounding NO. There is no impossible with God, no difficulty factor nor any limits on the power which created the universe. When seen through that prism, my issues and struggles seem infinitely tiny. And who knows, I might wake up tomorrow as the Secretary of State.......and Mack Brown might win another national championship. We never predict what the day will hold only that it is held by the Creator.


Applicable quote of the day:
“Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.”
 
John Milton, Paradise Lost

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Monday, September 07, 2026

Dressed For Success

 

Dressed For Success




Part of life in a small school is Homecoming! The following is from October 26, 2006.


It's Homecoming Week at Westbury Christian School. Tomorrow evening, the court will be presented, a queen will be crowned, and our football team will battle Fort Bend Baptist Academy on what promises to be a very muddy field. Part of the tradition of the week is the foregoing of school uniforms and having special dress days. The schedule reads like this:
Monday/ Pajama Day
Tuesday/ Tacky Day
Wednesday/ Retro Day
Thursday/ Superhero-Cartoon Character Day
Friday/ Blue and Gold Spirit Day


I really enjoy the dressing up part. I am in disagreement with some of my fellow teachers in that I think it is easier to get work accomplished in class because the kids are excited about the activities. Usually, I don't dress up- I really only feel professional when I have my normal teaching clothes on. Today, I did make a concession, wearing a Superman tie. I received several compliments and fit in with a number of students sporting the Man Of Steel motif. We had terrific outfits from the Smurfs to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, from Dora the Explorer to Sponge Bob. One young man was a priest and one young lady came as Tinker Belle. My favorite character was one worn by one of our freshmen, Cameron, who dressed in jeans and a sweater. I asked his identity. His reply: Comfortable Man. I missed that comic book!

This week, the kids agonize over what to wear each day. Classes vie for points based on costume rankings and the sophomores, juniors, and seniors really compete. It fosters a sense of cooperation that sometimes is lacking in the world of individuality that has spilled over into schools. Outfits that catch the eyes of faculty judges benefit the group as a whole so clever costumes bring accolades to a young person who sometimes gets overlooked. In the same vein, some kids seem more self-assured dressed as someone else than they do dressed as themselves. Maybe they believe that when they can pick a new personality/identity, they are a better fit in the world. What they don't realize is that all of us can choose a new identity in Christ. It's just hard to escape ourselves and believe we can become not just a changed person but a better one. In Galatians 3, Paul wrote, "for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ." That would be the winning outfit, a costume that would always fit. That's why my dress up winner of the day would have to be Cameron Thomas. You can't go wrong with Comfortable Man!


Applicable quote of the day:
"Everyday, each of us wakes up, reaches into drawers and closets, pulls out a costume for the day, and proceeds to dress in a style that can only be called preposterous."
Mary Schmich



God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Sunday, September 06, 2026

First Place

 

First Place



Most of  my flights now are international! The following is about one of my most memorable airline adventures; it ran on August 18, 2007.

It's never happened before and it may never happen again. Yesterday, I flew back from St. Louis to Houston. As always, I flew on Southwest Airlines. Arriving only an hour before the flight, I wasn't sure what boarding group I would be placed in but I made the A, or first, section. If you've never flown Southwest, first in line is first in walking down the tunnel into the plane. Our flight originated in Louisville so we had to wait until it arrived and docked. I came out of the bathroom and saw our plane in place. Amazingly, no one had claimed a spot in line! I walked up and for the only time in my life, I was the first person in all the boarding groups! Immediately, as soon as I took my spot, the line formed behind me. Talk about being a trend-setter! I was so proud. The man handling boarding passes even let me keep mine to hand to the flight attendant so she would know the regular boarding had commenced. I had my pick of seats and selected a window chair behind the right wing. I must confess there was a tremendous feeling of satisfaction in knowing what I had accomplished in my boarding coup.

We like to be first, don't we? We see it in little kids at school who imagine being first at the water fountain somehow makes the water more abundant or sweeter tasting. Jesus cautioned about desiring supremacy in several parables and situations with his men. There is no virtue in our placement in most scenarios. Take my flight. The plane was half-full so being first...rewarded me with the same seat as if I were fiftieth. The real kicker came as my journey was concluding. The good friends who were picking me up.... forgot. I deplaned at 2:00 and hopped in their car at 5:30 PM. Being the first passenger, excluding families with small children, to walk onto Flight 71 netted me three-and-a-half hours of waiting in the 100 percent humidity of the passenger pickup area of Hobby Airport. What was it that Jesus said? Something about the first shall be last and vice versa? He must have known my itinerary.


Applicable quote of the day:
"I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me that they are wonderful things for other people to go on."
Jean Kerr


God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Saturday, September 05, 2026

Losing A Customer On Labor Day

 

Losing A Customer On Labor Day

I'm not saying it's because of the issues presented here but this branch has shut down. This entry is from September 4, 2018.
It's Labor Day! I'm getting ready for a presentation on my trip to Vietnam this Wednesday so that has dominated my mind this weekend. I actually gave it to our faculty and staff at WCS but that was three weeks ago and I need to touch it up a bit. Over the past three days, I've erased a lot of things on my to do list; cleaning my classroom, grading tests, laundry, working out, etc. Even though the year has just begun for us, it's still nice to have an extra day and a four day week. I lifted early this morning, enjoyed a phone call with my good friend, Greg Glenn, and decided to do a little shopping. I had seen an ad for a nearby store and I was interested in what they were offering. When I walked in, I noticed I was the only customer. By the cash register counter, though, there was a conference going on. Three employees were involved with one doing most of the speaking. It was loud enough for me to follow along with as I meandered. The gist of the discussion was the policy for closing up at night and the order in which the procedures took place. The person in charge seemed to be angry and chewing out one if not both of the other workers. I decided I had had enough and left within and a minute or two. As I walked out the door, I heard the typical have a nice day or thanks for coming in or something along those lines. The words rang pretty hollow. You know, I went in with the intention of buying something this morning and might have found what I was looking for in a few more minutes. I like this store and I've had good experiences there but it will be a long time till I darken their doors again. One of their franchises is within a two minute drive of my brother Dave's house and since I'll be in Wichita at times for three consecutive months, I'll think I'll just wait until then.

There are always going to be differences in families and businesses, teams and organizations. Policies need to be hammered out and clearly defined..... but not in a heated way in front of those you hope to be your clients or customers or members. The same goes for churches. Jesus said others would know His disciples by their love, not by their disagreements. Differing opinions are part of life but handling them in private with kindness and respect is the proper way to handle them. Otherwise, you might drive away those you are trying to win. Like me. I wonder if they'll miss me.

Applicable quote of the day:
The only part of an argument that really matters is what we think of the people arguing. 
Kim Stanley Robinson

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Friday, September 04, 2026

The Good Hands People

 

The Good Hands People



 As you teach and coach, you are blessed with the opportunity to work with once in a lifetime young people. Lindsey Calder is one who fits in that category. After graduating from WCS, Lindsey enrolled at Rhodes College where she majored in philosophy.  She is a very unique blend of grace and charm, intellect and beauty. Of all the students I have taught, I would guess her thought process is closer to mine than anyone elses. (Hopefully, that would be taken as a compliment!) Below is an article I penned about the lovely Ms. Calder, one of the first of my blogs from November of 2005. I hope it does Lindsey justice.

If you are a football fan, you know the term 'special teams.' These are players who work as a unit in kicking situations: field goals, extra points, punts, kickoffs. To protect against onside kicks, or a play when the kicking team can recover a kickoff, squads employ what is called the 'hands team.' This group is made up of receivers and backs who are adept at catching the football. We all know the Allstate Insurance motto: "You're in good hands with Allstate." Sometimes it backfires in football. Our local NFL team, the Texans, lost on Sunday when their 'hands team' fumbled their game away to the Rams. The 'hands team' dropped the ball.

I tell my Bible classes you can tell about people by looking at their hands. I worked in a grocery store in high school. The men in the meat department always had nicks and cuts on their hands. Mechanics and printers often have stained fingers. One of my basketball players worked at Wendy's and you could tell when she came off a shift. Her job often was cutting onions and it took time for the smell to wear off. The scent of tobacco on smokers' hands gives them away. Painter's hands are flecked with paint. I speak with experience. During summers after high school, I worked on the maintenance crew at York College. My painting skills were so horrendous that Vance Law, head of buildings and grounds, permanently barred me from holding a paint brush on campus. Happily, Haiti and Honduras do not have a reciprocal agreement with US colleges and the ban has not been enforced on my subsequent mission trips!

All this brings me to Lindsey Calder. I work out three times a week. One byproduct of lifting weights, beside improved muscle tone, is callouses. I sport three callouses on both hands, underneath my pinkies and the two adjacent fingers. Between classes, I stand at my door and talk to students going down the hall. I exchange high fives with kids I have taught in the past. One day after slapping hands with Lindsey, whose locker is next to my class, she asked, "Why do you have callouses on your hands?" I explained it was due to the weight room. Her reply was simple and direct: "Why don't you just wear gloves?" If you don't keep up with fitness equipment, I should explain there are gloves made specifically for weight lifting that prevent callouses. Of course, they cost money and I am frugal. We know the phrase, "consider the source." That's what I did. Most of you won't know Lindsey but she is one of the most incredible young people you could ever meet. She is very gifted academically, extremely conscientious of her responsibilities to herself and her school, and a terrific soccer player. I admire Lindsey as much as any student I have taught so you know what I did? I went to Wal-Mart and for less than $10, purchased weight gloves. I admit I'm not used to them yet but my callouses are disappearing. Others suggested what she did but I didn't listen. Because I have so much respect for Lindsey, I took her advice and my hands will never be the same.

We might not think of hands as a big Biblical subject but they are. There are 519 references to hands, some in a physical sense and some in figurative. The Psalms link clean hands with purity while in the Law of Moses, washing hands is seen as a token of innocence. The Holy Spirit was given at the laying on of the apostles' hands. Jesus said that God had placed everything in his hands. While it is unstated, I would guess at the beginning of his ministry, the hands of Jesus were still the hands of a carpenter, nicked and scarred and like mine, calloused. Let me reiterate the point about being able to tell about people by their hands. Who else but Jesus would have taken the nails in his hands for you and me while still having the tenderness to pick up and bless the smallest child? The hands of the Master- still at work today in the lives of his followers. And where has he put the responsibility of carrying on his work? In our hands.

Applicable quote of the day:
"One thing is certain. You can't shake hands with a fist."
David Allan Coe

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Thursday, September 03, 2026

Arcades And Awareness

 

Arcades And Awareness


Tonight, we look at one of my favorite film clips ever to use in class. It's from October 7, 2013.
 



Often, when I get out of bed in the early morning, I pray that the Lord will give me something to write about that day and very often, He does! I would guess He does everyday but that I'm often too blind to pick up the signal. This past week was HOMECOMING at WCS which means we were on a completely different schedule all week which means I ate with the high school kids and teachers which means I found myself eating lunch with Preston Hill on Thursday. I've known Preston for almost as many years as I've been at WCS and I've would guess I've been on more missions trips with him than anyone I can think of, except Chad and Shelley Hedgepath. I asked about several of his students and I told him about some things I've used in classes lately. Preston then told me about a short film he was using in class that day and how the kids could not stop talking about it. Like most teachers/coaches, I'm a borrower so I immediately went back to my room and pulled it up. It's called Caine's Arcade and believe me, it's worth your time to watch the approximately eleven minute long you tube short feature. It's on my lesson plans for tomorrow after our quiz over Genesis 37. 

Here are some things my students will consider as they write their reactions to the clip:
The power of creativity and the strength of not giving up when it seems you are making no difference.
The power of awareness and how just one advocate, in this case, Nirvan,  can change the world.
How a seemingly random event like getting a door handle for a car can change lives around the world.


Since the filming of this piece two years ago, a college fund set up in Caine Monroy's honor has netted close to a quarter of a million dollars. An organization called Imagination Foundation celebrates kids playing and using their God given creativity. Caine has become noted in his own right and has now moved on to bigger things! Just Google his name and you'll see! (Forbes.com posted an article entitled 9 Reasons Why The 9-Year-Old Founder Of Caine's Arcade Will Be A Billionaire In 30 Years)

This is the main point I'll try to emphasize to  the youngsters in my class: no one noticed others like Jesus or took an interest in the seemingly uninteresting like our Savior. Want to have a ministry that takes no training or funding? We can simply open our eyes to the people we pass by every day. They are waiting for someone to help them bring light into their universe and they may not even be aware. We don't have to make a film and we won't to post it on you tube. We start by caring.

To watch Caine's Arcade, click or copy and paste the link below!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faIFNkdq96U


Applicable quote of the day:
''Awareness without action is worthless.''
Phil McGraw 

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1