Physical and Spiritual Fitness
Tuesday, August 14 , 2007
On a Church mission
August 5 through 10, 2007
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I returned to the basketball court after a two week break. Our
regular venue (my school) was refurbishing the floors during the
first week in August. The players came back to the court on August
6. Not me. I was part of a church group that trekked to the mining
region of West Virginia around Belington to help that community in
any way they needed if it were in our capability. We expected to
help repair houses by painting walls, reinforcing roofs, clearing
brush, planting flowerbeds and other physical tasks that needed to
be done.
I
put in a good lifting session the night before because I knew it
would be at least a week before I could get back to the weights.
Physical labor was expected, and I was hoping to get some good
cardio in with the church youth who also were scheduled to go
along, mostly through free-style and Ultimate Frisbee. I also
tossed in the basketball, football, and baseball gloves to the van
for good measure if the facilities allowed us to play and if we
had the available time and personnel. It was my goal to come back
lighter than I was when I left, or at least having done no harm by
staying at the same weight.
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While I was concerned with staying physically fit, I knew this was
a church mission. The primary goal of the trip with the share our
time and talents with others through physical work, to spread
Christian goodwill by helping those who could use our help. In the
process of working in the community, we also put our spiritual
muscles to work by getting along with each other, by sharing the
peace of Christ through cooperation, communication, and common
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When you're placed in new surroundings with unfamiliar people,
you've got to find coping skills that will lead to the formation
of new friendships and the completion of your common goal. I found
myself in a "youth leader" position with the guys on our
side of the cabin, and the girls had their leaders on the other
side. One of those leaders was my ex-wife, Teresa, with whom I had
made the trip to the camp. We traveled with our three kids, so
this was as much a family experience as it was a church one. |
Teresa, our son Gabriel, 12, and myself
Mouse over the image to see us bother Gabe.
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Teresa and I have enough of a positive relationship that we were
able to demonstrate for our kids and to the rest of the church
participants that former spouses can be friends, can work together
for the good of their kids, and can spend time together without
conflict in order to do something worthwhile for other people. We
pride ourselves on our ability to "co-parent," which
involves skills related to effective communication on the business
of raising the positive and well adjusted kids. It was our mutual
challenge to demonstrate our Christian faith by acting as a model
in the ways of forgiveness and respect.
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Our
first day was beset by torrential downpours throughout our
workday. It was our task to build a deck onto one of the houses
that was in this woman's family for 150 years. She also needed her
siding to be scraped and painted, along with repairs to a leaky
rubber roof. We slopped around in the mud during our first day,
calling it quits around 1:00. We poured the cement for the deck's
posts, but painting could not begin until we had dryer weather.
The temperatures hovered around 100 degrees all week, so we had to
be careful not to become dehydrated. The deck took shape
during days two and three, and we completed repairs to the roof by
the end of week. After Wednesday's daily thunderstorm, our
homeowner friend
told us that no water came through her ceiling. We also put the
final coat of exterior paint on her house.
With our
Monday afternoon free, we (the boys and myself) were challenged by my ex-wife to
develop a skit that we could perform to the small cadre of campers
within our youth group. She was "throwing down the
gauntlet" since she and her crew had to continue work on
beautifying the town center while I took the guys back to the
cabin to relax. So I chose the passage in Luke on the
prodigal son around which to build our skit. We brainstormed
every possible pop culture and rock-and-roll reference we could
and worked it into a narrated version of the parable. When we
performed, our pastor sat in. We got good reviews, but it would be
nothing compared to the production the girls put on two days
later. They had help from one of the campers who was majoring in
film and music production. Led by Teresa, they put together
"The Ten Commandments: The Awesome Version,"
illustrating how not to break the commandments in our modern
world. On Wednesday night, the guys were blown away as we watched
a DVD of their production two days in the making in the dining
hall. Even though I was successful in my intention to insert some
level of spirituality into our activities, I had to admit, the
girls got us good.
Each workday was followed by dinner, games, and devotions. On
mission, we fed our bodies, our mind, and our spirits, so to
speak. I was able to corrall the youth into playing Ultimate
Frisbee. One game even took place in an approaching thunderstorm
and in the black of night. There was as a rudimentary basketball
hoop, so Tuesday, a few of the boys and one or two of the girls were able
to get a three-on-three contest before storm clouds forced us to
quit.
Devotions
were conducted by one of the founding ministers of the Belington
Mission trip named Terry. Terry centered his lessons around a
painting by the German artist Seiger Koder, a retired priest. Then
he'd show a short video by Christian motivational speaker Rob
Bell, and we'd discuss the concepts held in common by the painting,
the video, and a relevant piece of scripture. For Monday, Tuesday,
and Wednesday, he covered the themes of "trusting,"
"the unexpected," and "peace." The second
lesson was the most moving to me. Rob Bell's video was entitled
"Rain," in which he tells about a
walk he took with his infant son where it rained, causing his son
to cry out. It touched me so deeply and on so many levels:
regarding my divorce (the rain of life coming unexpectedly), his
love for his son, who he had in a backpack, which I did so often
with my own children, and how we ask God to get us through the
storm. I was in silent tears through the last half of the video.
After viewing the video, I shared with the group how God sometimes
does not answer prayer the way we want. But shared how I realized
that God has a bigger and better plan for us, even though we may
not be able to see though the rain at the time. I wanted to share
those perspectives and experiences with the youth who decided to
come to devotions that night. My own kids were in the group, and
they had the chance to hear me reflect on life changes that had a
direct impact on their development. The devotional aspect of
mission gave me and the kids a chance to reflect on the reasons
why we were there. Terry helped us grow spiritually from our
mission experience through the media and discussions we shared
during those sessions.
We are back home now. I walked into a flooded basement as the
hot water heater decided to give out, spewing water all over the
basement floor. Almost $1,000 later, I am still wondering what
message the good Lord is trying to send me. So feel free to visit
a sponsor or two. Maybe it will help pay the bills. Until then,
remember that fitness is multidimensional. |
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Stay healthy,
George geocas@aol.com or georgecassutto@hotmail.com
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