A man called my cell while I was at work today and introduced himself.
I didn’t recognize the name.
“I’m one of your son’s coaches…”
Still blank
“…the wrestling team…”
That didn’t help all that much. Was he from the high school, Mo-West, the St. Thomas Aquinas team, the Kansas state team…
“Which team?”
“The state team last week…Chief Renegade.”
That finally made sense to me! He does the All Class rankings on the Kansas Wrestling Coaches Association website. He was the man I asked to explain the scoring when my son lost to the second period to one of the top wrestlers in the country.
“Are you Christians?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I thought so but I wanted to make sure. I just visited your son’s MySpace page…”
Calls like this are usually a concerned parent informing you of questionable actions or decisions by your own children so my heart started sinking in preparation for the news. I braced myself just in case this was going to be a hard landing.
“I read where he said that we should always be praising God and how committed he is to moral purity and I just wanted to call you and tell you how glad I am to see that. I am going to show my son your son’s MySpace page.”
I went from bracing myself for bad news to holding back tears of gratitude.
