Sermon, St. Philip’s Episcopal Church Easthampton, MA, October 16th, 2016
Johnnie was a high school friend of mine. He was a class ahead of me, which meant that he could drive on our double dates. We played on the same baseball team in the summer, but it was in the winter that we got a different perspective on one another.
You see, Johnnie was a high school wrestler, and I played basketball. Truth to tell, he was a much better wrestler than I was a basketball player, but the point is that the wrestling team and the basketball team shared the same gym space for practice. Of course, the basketball team used the gym’s basketball court, while the wresting team pulled out their mats and placed them in front of the rolled up stands. The bold, black sideline that marked the side-out of the basketball court separated the two teams, but we could see and hear each other as we went through the rigors of our respective practices. …