I am going to try to walk in the brave, if mindless, footsteps of our spiritual sensei, PJ, the elder, and host some gaming tomorrow at school. I have 100+ sweet children 7th period for “Bible’ class tomorrow. Friday is my day to be thrown to the Lions, literally.
I have made the rapid dispensation of a fine blend of literary and biblical knowledge sufficiently difficult to challenge the most intrepid of Bible students the goal of a game.. The game rewards knowing the “word of God” and identifying its influence in the earth. Last night at Epoch we did something a little more significant, but pretty similar in many ways.
In their great wisdom, the PJ’S organized and hosted the first annual, what I am naming, Trash Can(ter), a veritable genius undertaking. Children were divided uniformly, unequally into teams by some random measure, but not number, or size. Then each group assigned a number to each member. As Pj’s shouted, gleefully, a number or multiple numbers, personages so numbered were to place an industrial size trash can over their bodies and run across the gymnasium to the other side. Teams were strategically arranged about the gym, in the corners and under the goals so as to ensure the intersection of said canned individuals during transverse. It was a delightful event, especially for the few, (also liable) parental adults who were on hand to, cart away the carnage? I held my breath and squeezed my eyes as almost all of the children excitedly donned the armor and raced forward toward their goal, glancing or toppling their opponents in a joust-like manner. The plastic cans magnified the sound of the collision and may have actually, slightly alleviated some shock of the impact. It was good sport all around. I concluded that the inspired design of such quest surely evoked great spiritual principle and metaphor, though such was most imperceivable to me, as my head was ducked into my body.
Tomorrow we may learn to whom one might attribute a phrase or two, but I expect no one will learn such sacred truth as unknowingly invaded so many last night. It took one major thing to fulfill the goal: the courage to move forward. No one failed to get across the gym. Sure some were bumped about a bit, a few wandered a little, a smaller number even walked away from a head-on, but in that climate of team and cheering and must do, everyone made it across.
Sometimes it’s easy to lose sight of the goal, just what we are about in Epoch… and then, its right there, for all who open their eyes to see.