Friday Thoughts: Do-Overs
In my junior high days, I used to play football at my friend’s house just about every Sunday afternoon in the fall. My buddy, Scottie, would spend Saturday afternoon mowing his yard, lining it with white spray paint, and he’d then paint the words TOUGH MAN FIELD in the middle of the field. If he found extra paint, he’d even paint things in the end zones like a Nike Swoosh or a big C for our high school team, the Cedarville Indians.
More than twenty of us would show up each Sunday and play TOUGH MAN football for hours, and two* things were guaranteed to happen:
1. A controversial play would be made, and…
2. a fight would ensue.
Despite the fact that we had all been friends since we started school, these two events were inevitable. The fights didn’t usually last long, and almost every one of the controversial plays ended with same result: a do-over. We’d line it back up and replay the down.
As I think about this first semester, I can think of some great times (one of my favorites happening this past Tuesday in chapel— but I won’t talk about it). I can think of students who were struggling academically, and through some consistency on our part and some tough love, those students buckled down and finished the semester with better grades than they could have ever thought possible. I can think of students who served others through Mustang Missions, students who won awards, and I can even think of some students who were baptized because we were able to be influences in their lives. I can think of some great events like the talent show, our band and choir concerts, The Wave… the list just goes on and on. We’ve had some really great experiences, and it’s been a great semester!
While I like to think about all of the good memories from the first semester, I can also think of several times I’ve messed up and I’ve wished for a do-over— an opportunity to line it back up and replay the down.
Maybe you feel the same?
Unfortunately, unlike TOUGH MAN football at Scottie’s house, we can’t have any do-overs for the first semester. However, I do have some good news— next semester is a brand new one! And that excites me. We all get to start the semester with two things— a clean slate and some more experience under our belts. Those two things alone have the potential to make the spring semester the best ever on Mustang Mountain.
I hope this semester was memorable and fun for you, but I hope next semester is even better. If you’re like me, feel free to call a do-over, and just line it back and replay the down.
*Correction, three things were guaranteed to happen: 3. Scott’s mom would come out at halftime with two giant trays of the best fudge I’ve ever had in my whole life.