Purdy Great

 “My grace is all you need for My power works best in weakness.” ~ 2 Corinthians 12:9

He wasn’t supposed to be there. But his journey is remarkable.

After being selected dead last in the 2022 NFL draft, he gained the good-humored title of “Mr. Irrelevant” and was told by most NFL scouts that he didn’t have a bright future. Little would be expected of him. Making the practice squad would be impressive. Landing a coveted spot on the 2021 division-title-winning San Francisco 49ers would be highly improbable. They already had a deep pool of quarterbacks.

Despite being labeled a “limited athlete” with “a maxed-out body,” Brock Purdy had three things in his favor: maturity, humility, and leadership. His faith became a constant in this underdog story.

An unlikely 3-star recruit out of Gilbert, Arizona, Purdy wasn’t initially on anyone’s radar when he enrolled at Iowa State University. But he became a Cyclone fan favorite in his sophomore season with clutch plays, quick thinking, and inspiration off the field. He credits God for his success by allowing him the opportunity to play the game he loves.

A season-ending injury to starter Trey Lance in NFL Week 2 moved Purdy into the team’s backup role as they searched for another quarterback. Lance was one of five quarterbacks taken in the first round of the 2021 NFL round. He signed a four-year rookie contract, worth $34.1 million.

Next, the 49ers placed backup Jimmy Garoppolo under center. Purdy came in for a half dozen snaps in a few games but was named the starter later after Garoppolo injured his foot against the Dolphins. He instantly became “relevant” by throwing a touchdown pass in the 33-17 win. From there, the job was his.

His teammates started taking him seriously. Everything they’d heard about him as a leader was true. They won the next four regular-season games, securing a division title.

Purdy’s Christian faith garnered plenty of attention leading up to the NFC Championship game against the Eagles. “My identity is in Jesus,” he told reporters. “I’m called to share His Word.”

He led a stunning comeback in the NFC Championship. Down by 17-points, the 49ers beat the Lions 34-31, thus securing a spot in Super Bowl LVIII.

OK, so Purdy lost 25-22 to the KC Chiefs on the NFL’s biggest stage in the Super Bowl’s version of a TKO overtime loss, Purdy counterpunched until the end. Finishing the game 23-of-38 for 255 yards and one touchdown with no turnovers, it was his cleanest game of the playoffs.

Brock Purdy’s faith and how he lives it in the public eye serves as an example for Christians in how to navigate fame and success while staying true to one’s beliefs. “It reflects my walk with Jesus,” he said. I’m going to use this platform to magnify the One who’s given me this opportunity.”

Thank You Lord, for the positive roles models in my life who encourage and prod me to live for You. I want to be a godly example for others n modeling Your values. Amen

A Promise Kept

 “God’s Spirit gives us power, love, and self-discipline." ~ 2 Timothy 1:7

They met in second grade. He already had the beginnings of an athletic build which gave Matt his first experience of being a popular kid in school. Melanie was beautiful and special to everyone around her. Bullies stared at her, called her names, and treated her with suspicion.

Matt also noticed that Melanie was often alone on the playground. So, he made a point of talking to her and pulling Melanie into whatever activity they were doing. They became fast friends and he constantly watched out for his classmate with Down’s Syndrome.

As the two buddies watched Matt’s older brother ready himself for the school prom, Matt (now an affectionate 4^th grader), promised Melanie that he’d take her to prom when they got to high school. Neither parent learned about their children’s special relationship until the year was practically over.

Unfortunately, the two friends ended up at different schools by the time they reached sixth grade. They completely lost touch. Matt became the star quarterback on his high school football team and Melanie became the equipment manager for her high school football team. They reconnected for the first time in years when their respective teams played against one another.

Matt never forgot the promise he’d made a decade earlier. Melanie often talked about the upcoming prom even though she didn’t have a date. But after reuniting with her elementary school pal, she got the best surprise of her life.

With several balloons that featured "Prom ?" written on them, Matt presented his friend with the gift and asked her to be his date. 

Time stood still, breath held, until her soulful reply. Melanie said “Yes!” without hesitation.

She looked gorgeous in her lavender gown as they posed for pictures and later danced the night away. He’d grown into a man with a big heart, a deep sense of putting others first, and most of all making people feel special and loved. For him it was no big deal, just doing what came naturally.

It wasn’t just about a handsome football quarterback or a beautiful girl with Down syndrome, but a friendship that withstood the test of time and a promise kept.

Both students continued their lives as usual after prom, which meant going into their senior year of high school. Mary was elected homecoming queen at Central Dauphin and continued as equipment manager for the school's football team; Ben continued in his role as quarterback for the team at Susquehanna.

Matt's loyalty to his friend destroys the picture of how many might remember jocks from their own high school years. Melanie’s graceful elegance on prom night accented a powerful rebuke to false and hurtful stereotypes about those with intellectual disabilities.

God’s hand at work again.

Father, You are our Rock, Fortress, and Savior in whom we find protection. You help those who’ve fallen, and You lift those who have too much to carry. Thank You for being a refuge of safety for those people who are being hurt by others. Amen

Living Small

“Learn to be content whatever the circumstances." ~ Philippians 4:11

Another day of unloading. Another day of unpacking moving boxes. Another day of building shelves to store all the stuff we’ve been storing for decades. Ugh!

Rummaging through my toolbox and searching for deck screws, I discovered a small copper washer. Its light green patina revealed years of age and exposure. “What’s this for I wondered, and why had I kept it at all?”

A memory quickly unfolded as the pages of a favorite childhood storybook. Oddly, the thin washer reminded me of a penny placed on railroad tracks some 60 years ago. It echoed summer days, nurturing and forever simple.

I’d been five or six years old, standing near railroad tracks behind our grandparents’ farmhouse. Several times a day a huge freight train would rumble past.

Funny how time tends to erase features. I can’t recall their faces or much of anything else from that long ago time.

But I could distinctly remember the thrill of that moment when my Dad encouraged me to place an ordinary penny on the rail. And soon the mighty roar of the ginormous freight train thundered precariously past.

I reached down and picked up the remains of the coin. Its one-cent value had been destroyed. The copper, squashed paper thin, had become smooth and dark. But it had become infinitely more valuable in my eyes.

Why do I still remember that penny and that train? One was a small thing of little value. The other, a juggernaut, was like the swift, unstoppable passage of time.

Staring down at the discolored copper washer, I chuckled before tossing it back into my toolbox.

Such a small thing.

But small doesn’t have to mean unimportant. Small doesn’t translate to “without meaning or purpose.” Small can be profound.

It’s always in the smallest moments that I feel that familiar wash of gratitude settle over me. It’s those unexpected moments when my adult daughter confides she now appreciates the positive imprints I’ve had on her life. It’s in the smallest, most beautiful moments that I feel His spiritual nudges I’ve been seeking.

God can work with small. Sometimes I think that’s where He works best.

Sometimes all the small things add up to something big. The quiet push that leads a person down a new path. The faith it takes to get through the hard stuff. A life spent in love and service. Years gone by in work, loyalty, and listening. In the end, there’s nothing small about those things.

But day to day, life might feel small, but our story is leading us somewhere. We are all writing a story with our lives. So, let’s make it a story that inspires and motivates others wherever it is shared.

Lord of all, during those times when we’re feeling small and insignificant, thank You for caring for us on our daily journeys. Thank you for guiding us in our decisions, for giving us wisdom when we stumble, and for leading in support of one another. Amen

Corgi and Me

 “In His hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all human beings." ~ Job 12:10

December arrived like his mood – grey and cold. Most of the leaves had fallen from the trees leaving only ashen skeletons in the surrounding mountains. Jason hated waking up. He didn’t want to move at all. It took all his strength to conjure up a single positive vibe.

The older he got the less he enjoyed winter. Christmas was coming but after that, a long, gloomy, freezing winter would arrive that he dreaded.

As a boy, Jason loved playing in the snow, making snow angels, having snowball fights, and then curling up with his dog by the fireplace and reading a favorite book. Now the days meant shorter daylight, shoveling snow, navigating slick roads, and feeling the freezing wind burn his face.

Jason first began experiencing anxiety and depression at age 14 after being bullied at school for years. While at first it would come and go, Mixed Anxiety-Depressive Disorder (MADD) eventually became a constant presence in his life. It was like a perpetual cough that started getting better, only to come back worse than before.

Unlike a cough, MADD hit like a heavyweight body blow - even the goal of getting out of bed seemed less and less attainable. Most of his days began like today, paralyzed by endless thoughts of hopelessness and fear.

He sighed and fell back down in bed, a gloom settling over his spirit, wishing he could stay under the covers and sleep until Spring. That's when he came face to face with Corgi who’d jumped up on Jason’s bed, glaring at him with eager eyes.

“Crap!” Jason totally forgot he’d agreed to dog-sit for a neighboring friend. She looked so sad and miserable that he laughed while petting her.

“Is that how I look right now?” he asked.

Corgi broke into a delirious, panting grin as if to say, "It's no time for sadness, the world’s awesome!" She snuggled in as Jason looked up to heaven and thanked God for the grace this loving, little pup brought.

He jumped out of bed. Donning winter apparel that had hung idly in the coat closet, Jason walked in the snow with his new best friend. Walking down the street in sub-zero weather, he realized his life was changing. A new beginning, the missing puzzle piece.

Corgi reminded him that the world is our mirror. We can either be a reflection of light or a shadow of darkness; either be a beacon of love or a greyness of gloom. We can either give the world our kindness and joy or our fear and anger.

God in His wonderful love sent a little pup to show Jason once again that we can reflect our love, warmth, and light even in Winter’s darkest days.

God of all living things, thank You for all the world’s animals and pets. Help us show love and compassion for them and open our hearts to the many lessons to be learned from these wonderful creations. Amen

Send in the Clowns

 “The Son of Man had authority on earth to forgive sins and heal the sick.” ~ Luke 5:18

Sydney, a mostly bald, six-year-old girl looked scared when the oncologist entered her room. A second man named Dave wearing a red nose followed directly behind Dr. Graves. So focused on her exam, the doctor didn’t notice the funny man placing a Winnie the Pooh sticker on his shoe.

Sydney giggled. Dr. Graves looked somber. As he turned to leave to continue his rounds, the clown said “Excuse me, Doc! I’m not sure how to say this, but I think you’ve got Pooh on your shoe!”

“The kid was in stitches,” recalled Dave, a clown at Children’s Hospital. “And when the doctor realized what was going on, he started laughing too. I never knew him to have a sense of humor, but he left that sticker on his shoe the entire day.”

It’s tough being a clown these days. Gigs are scarcer than ever since the pandemic, with most live entertainment events cancelled. To make matters worse, many people are coulrophobic (irrational fear of clowns). It was enough for many professional clowns to ditch their costumes and remove the greasepaint.

But Dave couldn’t picture himself doing anything else. A semi-retired Chaplain, clowning was in his blood. Watching children laugh was his greatest treasure, it’s when his inner smile grew so wide that it became like auditory fireworks.

The second most poignant thing was in their expression. Their eyes, as mirrors to the soul, reflected a maturity beyond years, an unmistakable comprehension of the severity of their illnesses.

Next Dave entered 10-year Danny’s room… with trepidation. Dave didn’t have to initiate the conversation because this boy began talking immediately. When he expressed the hope that he’d have at least a few more years to live, Dave felt his strength fading.

Danny asked if the clown would hear his confession. Dave obliged. It was a long confession, like the story of a man who’d lived a long life. It turned out that he had a fervent faith in God that helped him overcome many challenges including the sickness itself.

Dave offered the prayer of absolution and gave him Communion. He suggested that Danny come to his church for communion again as his guest. He never got well enough to make the trip.

Two stories of faith renewed.

Ministry means different things to different people. And when you place the word “clown” in front of ministry, it can become even more confusing. Dave was a Christian, a Christ follower, who used the art of clowning to serve people and to minister the good news and the excellence of love.

Clowns with silly faces, big red noses, enormous shoes, and funny hats are the epitome of “Being the Church!” Actions can speak louder than words about God’s character.

Almighty Father, open our hearts to build our churches beyond brick and mortar. “Being the church” doesn’t always have to be serious. Laughter brings people together, creating friendships and sharing Your message. Amen

Hero Plumber

 “Whatever you do, do all for the glory of God." ~ 1 Corinthians 10:31

Not every hero wears a cape. Some of them wear regular work clothes.  

The personal tragedy that shaped this superhero’s life began ten years earlier with the death of his 16-week-old son William. As he watched the infant take his last breath, James Anderson promised the boy that he “would be the man that he knew his son would’ve become.”

Four years later, the 52-year-old plumber and father of five, received a “shocking” phone call that reminded him of that promise still etched on his heart. At the other end of the line was a frail, elderly man who wanted a second opinion after another plumber had quoted him thousands of dollars for a new boiler he couldn’t possibly afford.

Anderson answered the call and found a simple solution within thirty minutes. Unlike the previous plumber, he offered his services nearly free of charge. The pledge to William helped him realize that his talents were God-given and to be shared with those most vulnerable and often forgotten.

So, James shut down his private business in 2017 and started a non-profit called DEPHER (Disabled & Elderly Plumbing & Heating Emergency Repair) Services. Its purpose is to provide free or highly discounted plumbing work to seniors and people with disabilities.

Working for free is not exactly a sustainable business model, especially during times of rapidly rising utility prices, but Anderson makes ends meet through small donations and charitable grants. He takes no salary from DEPHER and sometimes has to dig into his own pockets to pay for jobs.

“As long as I have enough money to fill up the tank in my car, I will be there to try and help people who need it,” he said. In the two-and-a-half years since he launched his non-profit company, he’s helped nearly 2,400 customers working 70+ hours per week.

One of his clients recently shared an invoice on Facebook that she received for work he’d done for her 91-year-old mother suffering from terminal cancer. Instead of billing the family over $800, Anderson waived the entire fee – the invoice read $0.00 due. What’s more, the bill added “I’ll be available 24 hours to help keep you as comfortable as possible.”

Once the daughter shared the touching story on social media, it immediately went viral. In addition to drawing well-deserved attention to DEPHER, Anderson's humble rise to fame also brought in nearly $100,000 worth of donations. It even caught the attention of Actor Hugh Grant.

Anderson explained that this will allow him to expand his business to help as many people as possible. Something about helping others ignites the soul and makes the heart burn all the brighter. It’s one of the greatest blessings heaven can bestow.

Heavenly Father, thank You for caring for us in our daily adventures. Thank You for guiding us in our decisions, and for forgiveness when we stumble. And thank You for the many good people in my life who make up the inner core of who I am. Amen