I’ve recently started playing pickup basketball again, and I’m remembering a lot of things I hadn’t know I had forgotten. One of them is the joys of defense. I would almost rather play defense than offense. I’ve always been that way, from when I first learned the game in grade school, through rec league basketball in high school (aka “church ball”, from where we drew our team members), and up till now.
Defense doesn’t require any particular talent, unlike offense. All it requires is hard work and a readiness to sweat. The willingness to get physical, push and shove, bang, and generally run into people doesn’t hurt either. That hard-nosed, collide, mix-it-up, defend the basket aspect of the game appeals to me. I also like that there’s no breaks on defense — if you take a break, you usually get burned and your man scores on you. It’s a high level of effort, all the time, with occasional spurts of flat-out exertion. Part of me craves that chance to work hard.
In high school I played football, among other things I did. My position was lineman. This was due in part to my frame and heredity — bigger and not so fleet of foot as some (go figure) — but also due to what the position was like. As one coach I had described it, being a lineman is an every-down proposition. Linemen do not get snaps off, unless they’re on the bench. Every time, you have to be ready to blow out of your stance and hit the other guy — hard. And be ready to do that for as long as you’re in. It’s facemask-length, brute strength, mano a mano combat. Even if you win this down, you might not win the next — so you have to be ready every time. There’s no breaks. Crunch, crunch, crunch…repeat, for as long as you’re on the field. The idea of toiling away in the trenches made a lot of sense to me, so I gladly took up the challenges of the position. I like a good slog, I guess.
So now it’s Lent, and maybe like me you’re finding Lent a bit of a slog at times. Part of the reason for this is that we were blessed with a baby boy in January (hi, Mark! Keep sleeping soundly! Daddy loves you!), and I could use a nap. Part of that is the fact that I am preaching my own midweek Lenten sermon series. I say this not to brag; it just is. Every pastor must figure out what works for him and his congregation in the area that they’re in, and this is what works best for me. To preach it any other way, whether using canned sermons or as part of a rotation with other area pastors, would almost be more work for me. It would be a different kind of slog — perhaps a less interesting one, more of a tiresome chore than the hard but interesting work that is preaching the Word. Every time I get to preach, I love it, but you understand how the flesh turns a duty that delights into a drag. I wasn’t interested in going down that road, so I do my own Lenten series.