Yorktown Too

Ok, maybe not so much. I think I just need to mature some. But, one of the consequences I'm noticing of attending a church really far away is you tend to get disconnected over some of the missions. The church has two main parts to the body--a Muncie group and an Indianapolis group. Exciting things are happening in both places as they work together and apart to do things in their workplaces, Bible studies, and every part of their lives.

So what about me in Terre Haute? I'm the only one out here, and at times it feels isolating. I know part of my role out here (not that I necessarily know how to "execute" it, so to speak), but I want these radical, transformings things to happen out here as well. Part of me feels overwhelmed and incapable, as if I was the one doing any of the work (praise God for God!). There's a part of me that just needs to get over myself and accept that God can work through me, speak through me, prophecy through me, heal through me, do any other miracles through me, and get on to loving Him. Those things should then follow.

All this probably means I need to find a fairly like-minded body here in Terre Haute that I can fellowship with, though I'm still not sure a good way to go about finding one. Plus, I'm lazy. I guess right now I'm feeling somewhat....challenged? Motivated? Umm, some other synonym?

Indianapolis...

...needs to be closer, especially on days like today. Snowy, cold, icy, and no school. Which means no practice. Which means a lot of down time at my place. So, clearly, my friends, most of which seem to live in Indy (or Anderson or Muncie or Bloomington), need to come visit. If only it weren't so far away and so icy...

Google hit #1 for...

"what is the plural of metropolis

This is a proud day for me--my blog is being used for intellectual purposes. :)

Athletic Move of the Night

The other exciting event of the past basketball game took place during the varsity game.

I got tackled.

I was sitting on the bench, minding my own business, when a West Vigo player lunged for a loose ball. His momentum proceeded to take him into (and really, through) me as I'm sitting on a folding chair on our bench (note: he fortunately missed our head coach who was sitting next to me and is currently suffering from a broken collarbone). And here is where the athletic move takes place. The force of the hit moves the folding chair I was in backwards....and closes it. The chair ends up closed and propped up against the bleachers about four feet behind the bench. And I'm sitting on the chair. The chair got moved back four feet and closed, and through the whole time I stay on top of the chair. Not exactly sure how it happened, but I'm gonna take some credit for a nice athletic move nonetheless.

A New Side of Shawn

Apparently last night I weirded out a lot of my students. We lost my JV game by 4, and it was a game we should have won. We scored 52 points, which is really good for a JV game, but that clearly means the 56 points we gave up was too much. Our defense struggled, and we made a lot of mental mistakes (both offensively and defensively). Apparently I was getting frustrated with my guys. Really frustrated. To the tune of lots of yelling and stomping and other signs of frustration. Apparently more so then I've ever done in class (not that I've ever yelled in class) or at any other time these kids have seen me over the past year and a half. At least three different classes, as well as a group of kids after school, expressed some kind of surprise/fear/interest/awe at this new behavior of mine. Now, I thought it was just general intense coaching, but I tend to be a low-key guy, so it's a little big of a change for them. I guess now I get to worry about how my non-player students are reacting to my coaching as well...