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Don’t Shame The Floor

In college (the first time 92-96) I was the RA of the Ducks (500 Floor).  It was a year to remember as I was allowed the privilege of stepping into a community of men built on tradition, honor, friendship, eggs and fun.  It was a group of guys who to this day pride themselves on the phrase “Semper Fi Duck or Die.  Of the many traditions on the floor, some of which are now discontinued by the administration for fear of lawsuits, was the rock of shame.  Honor and Integrity actually meant a great deal to this band of manhole borrowing – egg throwing – brothers.  If at anytime they felt you shamed the reputation of the floor through your actions a large rock was placed outside your door.  You then had to carry the rock throughout the day to classes, meals and chapel.  When ask why..your only response, “I have shamed my floor”, because it wasn’t just about you.

 

My loving mother called last night telling me that Mary and I were talked about yesterday in her Sunday service as an example of “faith and stuff”.  Society these days puts a lot of weight on self…your actions don’t affect anyone else…you are the individual.  I think society is wrong we are not in this alone: failure of honor, integrity, school, grades, job and the like reaches to others around us.  

 

I am at the overwhelmed stage in the semester with little hope of relief but I can’t quit now.  As I walked out the door this morning, I told Mary I can’t fail to get this degree when so many people are watching.  Her response: “no you can’t – people have prayed, given resources, used us as examples – your boys are watching your determination, you moved me across the state, God has opened doors.  It doesn’t just affect you…you have to press on.”  

 

So this morning with 3 weeks left in the semester and 112 days to preliminary exams,  I remember the words of the Ducks. 

 

Don’t Shame Your Floor.   

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The Stump

Saturday morning the time had finally come for the call of the wild to be answered.  I awoke Macuen (7 ½) for his first trip into the woods wearing hunter orange, deer season was open. Coffee and hot coco in hand we drove to the hill in search for the buck with my name attached to his antlers. 

 

The morning started out with a nice hike in the autumn mountains with buck signs scattered throughout the trail.  After about two hours into the hunt Macuen was getting a little cold dismayed his two pairs of socks were not holding in the heat.  Knowing this was not the time to teach the boy a lesson it was time to head back to the truck to reheat the toes.  Yet, Dad had to go just a little farther into the clearing to see what was around the corner.

 

I told Macuen to sit on this stump in the middle of the woods and I would be back in a minute.  As I came back here was my son, my first son sitting on a long with eyes desperate to return to the truck.  The relief I saw when I came around the corner was striking and it took me back to Genesis when Abraham was taking Isaac to the hill for the sacrifice.  I could imagine Isaac like Macuen – Dad when are we going to see the deer…maybe there is one over there…dad we have to find the deer…are we there yet… Then to put Isaac on an altar to be obedient…Abraham “was huge”, the faith to follow God with this reckless abandonment…I am not sure I will ever have that kind of faith.  As I took Macuen off the stump and headed for the truck rifle in one hand and his hand in the other…I will never forget that imagine of Macuen on the stump as a remind of God’s love and true faith. 

 

A side note:  As the day went on we team up with the old crew from Mt. View, Pastor Scott, Gary and Adam for the perfect afternoon hunt.  In a 15 minute window Macuen bird dogged a 4×3 which ran 30 feet in front of Gary.  Gary harvested deer number one.  20 minutes later it was being cleaned and hung at the cabin.  Macuen was thrilled to see the process from start to finish…it is good to be alive.     

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