The Brotherhood of the Second Cross was established on Father’s Day 2005 where 160 men stood before their wives and children to pledge themselves to purity, self-sacrifice, loyalty, and excellence. Today, hundreds more have joined the commitment.
Who’s on your team?
Cub Scout Baseball was my first opportunity to be a part of a team. As a 7-year old, I walked onto a nearby field to join a group of boys that would become important in my life. My dad got me the gig, promising the coach that I would the shortstop he needed. I was the smallest guy out there, partly because they were mostly 8-year olds, and partly because I was smaller than every 7-year old I knew too. But, I was so close to the ground that picking up ground balls was easy, and I was the only one who could throw the ball accurately to first base from the shortstop position.
I’m not sure if I was the answer my dad promised, but I held down the shortstop position for the next three years–two of which were championship seasons that landed our pictures in the paper (I still have copies).
I think men were made for teams.
Over the past few nights, my son and I have watched a Discovery Channel series that follows a group of guys climbing Mt. Everest. Now that’s an amazing team in action. Last night I saw the guys on Deadliest Catch work together to save the life of one of their crew. Then I watched the San Antonio Spurs dismantle my favorite NBA team in the playoffs with amazing team basketball.
We were simply made for teams.
On a team, we find our best performance. With other guys (okay, girls too) at our sides, we can seemingly accomplish more and certainly have a lot more fun than when we are working on our own. Teams can tackle challenges that individuals cannot meet.
So for a day, think about the teams you’re on and how valuable they are to your life. And, if you’re not on a team, find one. Sure you can probably find one at the local bowling alley or you can sit on your sofa, nestled under your team’s logo comforter, but I would suggest something a little greater. Find a team that’s doing something important and join in. Be a part of greatness.
My favorite Cub Scout baseball photo is one of me and Harry Justvig (the first baseman that shagged my occasionally errant throws). In the photo, Harry and I are lifting our cans of grape pop in the air in triumph, toasting the game we had just won. Over the years, that jersey has shrunk to where it would fit my 18-month old granddaughter, but I still remember the moment. It was a moment of victory, where winners celebrated together.
Be a part of a team…and win some moments that really matter.