Rockies on the ROCK

Even those of us who aren't inclined to park in front of the flat screen to watch sports have been riveted to the dramatic rise of the Colorado Rockies.

I've been to a bunch of games, sung the national anthem at two (with a choir), and even own a few hats. Ignoring the excitement in our city isn't possible. It's been fun getting swept along in the tide and even watching (gasp!) the Rocks sweep the D-Backs.

Local news channels spend the bulk of air time on Rockies interviews and what's struck me is their humble attitude. They swept the Phillies (my old home team) and didn't take anything for granted. They never assumed a sweep with the Diamond Backs, even when they won 3 games and only needed one more win. I wondered...

Now I don't need to wonder anymore. Local papers have lambasted some Rockies players for mentioning faith. People wrote to the editor of the Post complaining about the mention of religion and baseball. Separation of church and mound?

Anyway, here's a link to a fantastic article about our Rockies. I'm so proud of how they ACT Jesus, rather than beat Jesus into people.

Christian Faith Guides Colorado Rockies, Individual Character Builds Team Chemistry

I'm not dead... yet

Sorry about breaking the three cardinal rules of blogging:

1) Post often.
2) Post often.
3) Post often.

I've been busy, mostly with the colorguard and marching band I help coach. Yesterday we were supposed to be in Grand Junction, Colorado competing in the state championships. Snow fell in Denver and on the mountains, making travel unsafe and impossible. The season's been extended another week, and the competition/conclusion to our season will occur next Monday.

Last week I had full days of band camp/Booger watching. Unable to find anyone to babysit while I worked, I was forced to take him with me. I have a greater appreciation for working mothers. Trying to do a job for 8 hours while keeping a toddler happy and warm in freezing cold weather was nearly impossible.

But-

God was gracious.

One of my student's fathers was laid off. He saw me trying to teach and clean flag routine while chasing Kyle across the parking lot. Not asking if I needed help, he saw it. He grabbed the Booger and took care of him for the entire day! As the wind howled at 60 mph, and the temperatures dropped into the 40's, he and Booger sat in a warm car.

What an answer to prayer!

The following day, the weather was worse. I didn't have help. That man's daughter is seriously ill and needed to stay home. Kyle didn't complain when he had to sit on the hillside wrapped in blankets for four hours. Not one tear. John was able to take half a day from work and rescue to itty bitty icicle.

God does take care of us in tiny ways - even when we don't see the answers. Sure, the circumstances were far from ideal, but He helped Kyle cope, and provided the help needed at the right moment.

So, I'm not dead... yet. I will be someday, but when I do go, I'll be able to thank God face to face for His small helps.

Hallow-Booger

Kyle looks spiffy in his new costume!