Bella plays volleyball better than I do. And if you understand that sentence, there is little I can do to help you.
The truth is, I’m not much on playing sports in general. I don’t have the physical strength nor the coordination, and I’m not terribly invested in developing those traits. I enjoy watching sports. I enjoy yelling at the tv with friends and cheering on the local grade school teams. Playing though? Just not my thing.
So why was my face smashed by a volleyball yesterday?
Ah, fellowship. For good Lutherans, it usually involves food that make most nutritionists weep. This time around, it involves a net and a volleyball. We’ve got four churches in fellowship in Kenosha, and these churches share a volleyball league. My little church has fielded two teams, and I happen to play on one of them. I’m certainly far from the strongest link, but I’m happy to say our team is more interested in laughter than winning. We’ve lost every game thus far, but in general the team seems ok with that.
And I’m there to just have fun with the congregation members. It’s a weekly thing and well worth my time. Working together in something that does not carry a lot of weight brings a certain joy and closeness. Plus, it’s just fun playing when winning doesn’t matter.
The entire league is a relaxed way of helping the members of the churches meet each other and see that we’re not in competition. Well, maybe we’d like to win a game, but it really is a friendly game. This is huge, in particular for my church, where there is an attitude of “us vs. them.” The other pastors and I are attempting to work together for the advancement of Christ’s Kingdom while maintaining the distinct personalities of each congregation. The volleyball league is simply one way to do that.