Turtle: 90 feet at a time

When I was in seventh grade, I played baseball for the Roseau Rams. Chigger called me Turtle. Let me explain.

halfahead.jpgI was one of only three seventh graders playing that year. It was my friends Todd, Aaron, and me. The team being short players, the three of us (rookies in every sense) each played for the Junior Varsity team. In my case anyway, it wasn’t because I played exceptionally well. Really, they just needed somebody to fill a pair of cleats.

Anyhow, there was this guy in eighth grade (infinitely older than me then) who saw it as his responsibility to initiate me in the social psyche of high school sports. He was bigger, and far more coordinated than I was (he was also a hockey player, which in north country was akin to being a god). For some reason, one afternoon during our first week of practice (probably because I wasn’t trying very hard), he called me “Turtle.” We were running sprints.

Ignorant rookie that I was, I asked him why he had called me that. He spat, “because you’re slow.” That was all it took.

For the rest of the season, you couldn’t have made me run faster if you were shooting a gun at my feet. I ran as fast as I could all the time. Come to think of it, that may have been Chigger’s intentions exactly. But sometimes my effort was just plain inappropriate: a casual jog around the ball field, and there’s Turtle running 100 yards out front as though he’s got something to prove.

bucksshoes.jpgWell, I did have something to prove, and I think I did all right doing so. I stole bases all the time, most often without a signal from either coach. Of course, they didn’t mind it much, and never said a thing about it. Until I got thrown out at second base three quarters of the way through the season. They still called me Turtle, but I’d like to think it actually became a sort of paradoxical way of showing respect. Like calling a seven-foot basketball star Shorty (we can talk about my broken nose from trying to catch fly balls without corrective lenses some other time…).

So I wasn’t bad at running sprints. I could run my heart out for 90 feet – occasionally 180 – at a time. And I was fast enough, anyway. But once I crossed home plate, I’d collapse on the bench wheezing. And when my friend Woody got on me to run cross-country in the fall… I said, “Forget it!” It’s one thing to run sprints and have an out or an inning to recover, it’s another thing to keep a steady pace for hours or miles between breaks.

This week’s been much like those moments in the dugout… catching my breath on the bench after crossing homeplate. Only the bench has been the futon in our den, and the homeplate, a little green house on fourth avenue south. And the sprinting was two weeks worth of gratifying activity on the road and here in the Twin Cities. Lastly, instead of exercise-induced asthma making me wheeze, it’s been the wearying effect of ongoing chemo-treatment that has rendered me fatigued on the far side of this inning. Yet in spite of this, short of breath as I may be, the run was so worth it.

(Disclaimer: for those reading for largely edifying or entertaining purposes, the following may prove to be too trivial, as it’s hardly more than a glorified list of what I’ve been up to lately. For more thought-provoking material, one might be inclined to pick up Augustine’s Confessions, Dostoevsky’s Karamazov, or navigate over to my Musings Blog, where I’ve recently posted a casual review of Eugene Peterson’s latest book. However, if you liked Transformers as a kid, read on…)

lacrossebluffs.jpgTwo weeks ago I packed a bright red duffle bag with enough clothes for four days, and cruised onto the Interstate heading south and east to LaCrosse, Wisconsin. There was a church there that wanted to hear my story. So for an hour on a Wednesday night I told it to them. Later that evening I crashed at my friend Dan and his wife Kelly’s house. We stayed up too late watching eighties Transformer cartoons and playing with his toys (typical Gen-X grown-up activity). He informed me a “live-action” Transformers movie was due out next summer, and we browsed the Internet for crazy transformer videos made by amateurs and the like (check out this You Tube page for a very cool clip of what Aedan calls “the robot”).

me&dannyK.JPGThe next day, after doing breakfast with D & K and their pastor (another friend, PJ) at this tasty little Chinese joint (I’m a new fan of pineapple chicken), I drove further south to Illinois (Morris area) to visit good friends Rick and Steve. Steve had the flu, and was so sick that, with my immune system running half-throttle, the closest I got to seeing him was a drive by the church where he pastors. But as a result, I was able to spend a whole lot of time with Rick and his family. And that was very good.

On Friday I drove to the Quad Cities on the Illinois/Iowa border. The Intervarsity at Augustana College had sent me an invitation earlier this year to come speak for them. So that’s what I did (and their worship team graciously let me plug in my keys and play along). Again, it was good. One student from the Kansas City area (I swear this is the first time this has ever happened) bought one of each of the seven albums I had on my table that night – and I hadn’t performed a single song! So I decided from then on my approach to doing concerts would be to sing less and talk more. What? What do you mean I already do that? Do I?

Later that evening, I crashed at the IVCF regional director’s home. Dan and his wife Lisa have a genuinely effective ministry there – in the community as much as the campus. This was evidenced to me at ten o’clock that night when three guys (from the neighborhood, not the college) stopped in just to chat. Two hours later I had heard their stories, having been challenged and blessed by the newfound faith in two of them, and the honest searching of the third. A great night.

prime.jpgI drove home Saturday (listening to Rob Bell, Derek Webb, and Donald Miller podcasts) and slept away most of the weekend and the early part of the following week – when I wasn’t playing with my boys or the new Optimus Prime toy that friend Keith brought over for me (oddly the only weekend this year I’ve thought about Transformers… I quit Saturday morning hockey in grade school because our games were the same time as the cartoon).

bensparty.jpgSometime Tuesday I began a focused (and caffeinated) effort to prepare material for Spiritual Life Week at Heritage Christian Academy in Maple Grove. Good friend Ben is the Dean of Students there (we welcomed him to the 30-club recently at Old Chicago on 1st Ave.). He asked me to be their featured speaker this year: 3 days, 5 sessions, 250 students grades 6-12, for a sum total of 3 hours worth of yapping. Yap, yap, yapping… about some real essential stuff: God being God and God being good, and the necessity of grasping this as best as we can to endure hardship in faith. It was an extremely rewarding week for me. And I think the school got a bunch out of it, too. I was deeply impressed by the student body there, and the faculty. The atmosphere at a Christian school can be so disappointing – weak in either academics or sincere life-changing faith – my experience at HCA communicated honest strength and humility across the board.

And as further fruit of preparing for the week and fleshing out the content in conversation there, I think I may be able to put it all to the page sometime this year.

sweetaschoco.jpgMeanwhile, my superhero of a bride cared double for two boys at home, one of which was sleeping only half as much as he should have been (this was finally remedied by a 40-minute cry down last Sunday… now he sleeps soundly through the night). In the process, Jen got sick with a cold. Nasty cough. Finally she gets the chance to be the patient, and I’m bringing her medicine rather than the other way around. I do love waiting on her.

So at the end of all this, Jen and I somehow managed to score tickets for the Lord of the Rings soundtrack at Orchestra Hall. Friends Jon & Danka hung out with our boys while we hung out with other Tolkein fans listening to Howard Shore performed by 200 musicians: orchestra, chorale, and boys choir. Plus a host of folk instruments otherwise not normally present on stage, including the hammered dulcimer. Though it wasn’t Beethoven, sitting there that night was very enjoyable.

Now since then, I’ve tapped out. Wheezing on the bench, as it were. Recovering from another sprint, another stolen base, perhaps. But I’m sure glad and thankful to have had the opportunity and strength to have done what I’ve done these past weeks. And I’d gladly do it again. It feels good to be doing this again.

elibibs.jpgThis weekend I’m spending a night with our youth group at their fall retreat, and teaching them on Sunday morning. Next weekend, Aedan and I will be heading north to do a Father/Son banquet with my dad. I’ll be speaking there, too. Then come mid-November, I plan to fly out to Washington for a week with a handful of CLBA churches. Thanks to Mark J for that.

So as exhausting as life is from time to time, it is still rich with the grace and goodness of God. And it is his grace that both enables us to enjoy the good and sustains us when there’s not much good to enjoy. I’ve been sustained, and now it seems, in spite of occasional exhaustion, there is much good to enjoy.

Grateful for the time to rest,

Still His,

Jeremy

mockingbird.jpgBy the way, three things: 1) If you haven’t already done so, jump on the opportunity to get an entire quality album for free! Go to www.freederekwebb.com for his Mockingbird album. Good art. Free only through October.

2) I should have a new download up soon/now… “Philosophia” is one of my favorite tunes. I feel clever when I sing it. Except for the embarassingly erroneous Greek at the end of the song. And I hear Steve from Avidus insisting I really should’ve used some electric guitar on the recording… I’m starting to agree with him. What do you think?

3) A few weeks back I considered posting a blog dealing with what I do and don’t believe about sickness, suffering, healing and the Christian. Truthfully, as I’ve thought more about it, several things have happened – I’ve somewhat lost the desire to do so; it’s occurred to me that I’ve partly communicated bits and pieces of this already through the course of this last year and a half, though it’s scattered throughout some hundred blogs; I’ve recognized how fluid and changing my understanding of this stuff is; and I’ve found much of it to be present in the content I’ve been speaking on recently – which I intend to put to the page soon anyhow. In the end, I’m not sure I want to write a separate blog about this stuff, as it may just be more confusing than it is clear. But if there are enough of you who think it may be helpful somehow, I’m willing to give it a shot. So let me know.

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7 thoughts on “Turtle: 90 feet at a time

  1. Dana Castle

    Hey Jeremy & Jen, and Family,
    Just wanted to let you know I’m still thinking about you. I enjoy reading your journals and keeping up on how you guys are doing.
    You are all in my prayers,
    Your friend always,
    Dana
    P.S. Jeremy, e-mail me when you get a chance, I’d love to hear from you.:) I went and toured Oakcrest Apartments one day, and saw your grandma Jeanette.:) I actually wouldn’t mind moving there. OK, so I would be the youngest one there, but, who cares. I would get treated alot better there then I do here. I mean things are ok where I’m at, but its just some of my neighbors, I’d like to shoot them….I mean, this is a security building, and yet, people refuse to keep the hallway windows shut….arrgh

  2. Mavis

    No wonder you’re weary — that’s a lot of truckin’ and talkin’, more than you’ve done for a while. Although you’re exhausted, I sense it is, at least in part, a good kind of exhaustion from ministering and using your creative abilities again. And it’s awesome that you’re doing it! Sit back and catch your breath, my friend, so you’re ready for the next sprint.

    Praying for you and your precious family,
    Mavis

  3. -| kyle |-

    “autobots rage their battle to destroy the evil forces of…THE DECEPTICONS!” good stuff, brother! thx for the trip down current- and memory-lane. i enjoyed the view.

  4. Laura Kuster

    Hey, Jeremy! I’m disappointed that you were in the Q-C, and I didn’t know it. Adam and I would have gladly played host and hostess for you. If you ever make it down this way again, give us a call!

  5. Jenn

    Hey ther! Transformers rock – seeing the picture of one brings back all these funny memories…makes me wanna be a kid again. Well, I’d love to read about what you believe and don’t believe about stuff. I love being confused by what I read – makes me ask questions and that’s always good. Blog away my friend.

    Still prayin’ for you and yours…

  6. Ma Haugen

    Dude, note to all fans… did you know the new TRANSFORMERS MOVIE is coming out next summer 7.4.07 (or 7.4.7)

    Anyways, thought I’d chime in and leave the website for you to check out.
    http://www.transformersmovie.com/

    Bless ya Jer.
    Mark

  7. Sarah Nelson

    Jeremy,
    There’s no way I’m going to call you turtle. I remember playing ball with your family when you were still in elem. school and I was on an AFLBS team. You ran circles around me. Doesn’t that comfort you now coming from a 39 yr. old mother of five?
    And . . . if you’re ever in the QCA again please, please let Dave and I know.
    Sarah

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