The 6th man

March 6, 2008

I received news yesterday that has really got me thinking. Please allow me to elaborate.

Before I go into my news, let me just say that one of the things that really inspires me is the 6th man.  For those of you who are not big sports fans, the 6th man is the basketball term for the man or woman who does not start, and is not necessarily the biggest “star player” on the team, but they frequently come in and assert their importance in the way they play their role.  That role may be a 3 pointer, or rebounding, or blocked shots, or even scoring field goals (not through the uprights), but there is no doubt that they a)make a huge impact and b)are in the game for a very specific task.

Some examples of great 6th men are Kevin McHale, Bill Walton, Dennis Rodman (pre-skirt days), Leandro Barbosa, and others who I will no doubt be chastised for forgetting.

So yesterday I received some news that a close friend of my family had been diagnosed with lung cancer.  His name is Bob.  Bob lives in Fremont, Ohio. 

Bob is an amazing guy who always has a smile on his face.  Bob and his wife Judy helped out in the youth group at our church growing up.  They were not the youth pastors, but their impact was widespread.  They invited teens into their home and let them play and eat and hang out and be kids, and never asked anything of them.

If you needed to talk, Bob was there.
If you needed a hand fixing your new “used” red Pontiac 1000 (honestly, it wasn’t a chevette), Bob was there.
If you needed a ride when the 1000 broke down, Bob was there.
If the youth group needed a place to hang out and play games, Bob was there.
If the youth pastor needed a task to be done, there was no doubt that Bob was there.  Probably smiling.

Bob was never the star, but he was always accomplishing his role – the task God had given him to accomplish in his life during that time.  It was a great lesson for the son of a pastor in a small town in Ohio who would eventually become a pastor himself, but not before sitting in an assistant position for 10 years.  It was a great lesson for me.

Not everyone is the “star”, but the truly special people of this world are the ones who are not, yet shine brighter than everyone else.  This story reminds me of a story that Buddy told about a “6th man” in his church in New York.

Who has been an example of the stellar “6th” man in your life?

Until next time…


Tragedy in Missouri

February 8, 2008

So as you can see here, there was a bit of a problem in Missouri on Thursday night as a man who lived in the town decided he didn’t like the town officials or the mayor or several police officers and began to shoot anyone in his way.  Unbelievable story of a psychotic episode.

Here’s the story in a nutshell.

Man lives in small town.
Man probably gets mistreated by a few people, including cops, along the way.
Man goes to town meetings and complains, but is not a very good communicator.
Man gets made fun of and is prohibited from speaking in town meetings anymore.
Man takes it for only a short while and keeps it inside and begins to boil with hatred inside.
Man takes matters one Thursday evening into his own hands.
Town emergency.

There’s a lot to talk about concerning this story.  You could go into a discussion of guns or politics or psychotherapy, but I think I’ll leave it at this thought:

Does one person matter?

If a group of people get together for a town meeting, and ultimately decide to exclude from their meetings, one particular man, does that matter?

I’m not pretending to answer this question because there are so many answers.  I could say, “Yes, one person matters” and get hit with several responses on how the man was probably psycho and that he was disruptive to the future of the town, and so he needed to be excluded and that would probably be justified,

Or I could say, “No, we should think about the good of the town”and get hit with the importance of the individual, and that without the individual, the town would not be in existence, also a true and justified answer.

I only know this:  That for those people, in that time, one person did matter.

And for me, today, everyone I meet and talk to and who talks to me, matters. Because eventually that person will become part of my community.

What do you think?

Until next time…

Prayer is needed

February 6, 2008

Please pray for Carie’s (my wife) school, Nashoba Regional High School today.

Carie just emailed me and told me that a young man in her home room was in an accident yesterday and pronounced dead two hours later.

She told me that he was running on the road for an upcoming wrestling match and some friends of his that were driving in a car hit him.  To make matters worse, some of the EMT responders were Nashoba students, so it has been a tramatic experience for the families involved and the school as a whole.

Please pray.