Thoughts on life

Been a while since I’ve blogged.  Things have been kind of crazy since the day camp that I ran ended.  Upon going back to school, I knew that something in me had changed, I don’t feel very happy anymore.  It’s kinda funny but I miss being in charge of 40 children and 10 volunteers, all the kids coming to me about the simplest little problems, all the yelling, crying, laughing, singing, etc.  I miss it all…  It’s not the fact that I was in charge of everything and everything went the way that I said it would that I miss that experience so much, it was all the bonding that took place with the children and the volunteers, it was the fact that I accomplished something that I never thought I could before.  Ever since the summer, I’ve been thinking about ways that I can get back to a place like that.  It’s hard because even though it seems like school is the only answer to get me back to something that will give me back to this feeling faster, it also feels like school is the thing that is burning me out and making me feel unhappy.  In this time it’s also been hard trusting in God’s timing for different things.  However, I cannot deny that I’ve crossed paths with people who are meant to be in my life to help me through this time.  I’ve made friends who accept me as part of their group and look out for me just because a friend introduced me to them.  Also there are other people who would be there for me anytime to the best of their abilities.  Even though I have a hard time feeling happy right now, I definitely feel cared for and I know that God is looking out for me.

One example that is extremely fresh in my mind because it just happened two days ago.  Two days ago I got into my first major car accident as a driver.  I’m not going to go into details about how it happened, but it was out of my control.  As soon as it happened, there just happened to be an ambulance there and the paramedics came and took over the situation and made sure everything was OK with me and the other driver.  They blocked off oncoming traffic so that we could pull our cars off the busy main road onto a side road before they left.  After exchanging contact and insurance information, the other person drove off, but I couldn’t because of the condition of my car.  My phone was on the fritz and I saw a light on in a house nearby, so I rang their doorbell to ask to borrow a phone.  They had a camera and a microphone and after about two minutes of conversation explaining who I was and what I needed help with, the family opened their door and lent me their phone.  At first when I called my dad, he told me to catch a bus home, so I called a friend who I just met this term if he could pick me up and he readily agreed without hesitation.  As it turned out my dad wanted to swing by to look at my car anyways so my friend didn’t have to come, but to know that he was that willing to help me made me feel cared for.  Everything that happened that night couldn’t have been a coincidence!!  What are the chances that two paramedics in an ambulance would be right behind me when I would need them the most.  There was only one house with their lights on that I could see and the family readily opened their door to a complete stranger to let me use their phone, and my friend being available and willing o pick me up (even though in the end it was not necessary).  Oh and the reason why my dad was able to drive out to where I was was because it just so happened that my mom was not using their car and she is usually out with the car on Tuesday nights.  Just try to tell me that all of this was a huge coincidence!!

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Accepting others

So this last Saturday was pretty devastating for my recreational basketball team.  To give you some background on my team, most of us know each other from being in the Kinesiology program and we all transferred from the same college.  Last season we were runners up losing to a buzzer beater in the finals.  This season we were prepared to take it all the way and win.  Unfortunately we had a rough start to the season with two devastating losses from the very beginning.  We didn’t lose because the other teams were better than us, we lost because we didn’t play to the best of our capabilities.  This last Saturday was a total embarrassment.

On the Friday night before our game, I got a text from one of my teammates saying that five of our players cannot make it to the game due to injuries and that maybe I should not waste my time by going to the game.  I refused to throw a game especially when we had 4 other able players (the minimum required number of players required to start a game) that could make it out.  I tried to rally everybody and just prayed that it would all work out.  The next day I was the only player that showed up and we had to forfeit the game.  A league official came up to me and told me that our team would be removed from the league because we didn’t have enough players to even start a game and I was in shock.

Our opponents invited me to join them in a pick up game with other players that were just standing around and I was grateful.  I played hard to vent out my frustration and because this was likely to be my last opportunity to play a full game until next season.  Throughout the game my “teammates” passed the ball to me only a little bit because I had the wrong colour uniform, but they kept on apologizing to me even when I told them it was OK.  After the pick up game, this team invited me to join their team if the league will let me.  I was humbled by their invitation because we are complete strangers!!  Not only that but as Kinesiology students we are stereotyped as brash and proud, and this team was made up of engineering students (who are also very proud, but in a different way).  This open acceptance and inclusion of me is rivaled only by my own teammates.  As much as I would love to join this engineering team, my loyalties are first and foremost to my own team so I will keep on pushing to stay in the league.  But just to know that I have another team to go to is a huge relief.

In my life, my spiritual journey has been very similar to this incident.  I have moved churches three times and I have attended churches of different denominations.  At each church that my family ends up going to, we would be welcomed and invited to stay regardless of the denomination of the church that we attended prior to that one.  This is just like this engineering team accepting me just because I am an athlete potentially looking for a new team to join.  They don’t care that they don’t know me, and they couldn’t care less that I represent a different faculty.  God made all the churches to be one so we need to accept each other.  What this engineering team taught me is, why should I care what faculty a person represents?  Why should I care what school they go to?  Why should I care how long they have been in their faculty or how long they have been in school?  In the end it doesn’t matter!! All that matters is that we are united as one.  I absolutely feel disgusted when bad things happen and automatically people start pointing fingers at people in other faculties because of something that happened within that particular faculty.  We are all students at the same school, when one faculty suffers we ALL gain a bad image.  Therefore we need to help bring a good image back to the school!!!

Same thing goes for the church.  It has had a bad image over the centuries because of events such as the crusades.  Christians cannot point fingers and say this denomination is at fault, because in the end we are all ONE church.  We need to accept each other and help each other fix any negative images that come up.

I pray that I can learn to accept others no matter what their background is and what their current situation is.  I pray that I can have an open heart to not only accept others but to take them in and treat them like family.