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In high school, I was smart and I really enjoyed butting heads on the football field. That’s not to say that I’m not smart now (I like to consider myself as quite an academician) or that I don’t like to bust heads (love me some rugby), but that’s beside that point.
When I was in high school, I prayed and prayed that God would send me to an Ivy League school (Yale, Dartmouth and Brown being the front-runners) to play football. I loved the idea of ivy covered walls and playing fullback up in the beautiful northeast, as well as moving on from there to some prestigious career in medicine or international law where I would make tons of money.
Praise God for His sovereignty, though! I would not be heading to the hallowed halls of the Ivy League, the Lord would leave me in Lubbock at Texas Tech University.
Cancer is a wicked disease that breaks apart many families and tears apart lives. My family got to experience the sting of this bastard-child of the medical community, as my mom fought the disease tooth and nail for three and a half years, finally being called Home by her Saviour the day after Thanksgiving 2001.
Ultimately, it would take me quite a while to see a small part of what God was doing in keeping me in Lubbock to attend Texas Tech. I got to spend the last days of my mother’s life with her, rather than getting a phone call and having to fly home from New Haven or Providence or some little town in New Hampshire. I got to be there for my dad and brother as we sat together under a snow-covered tent amidst family and friends.
And then, there’s the really cool stuff… how I got to play rugby for Texas Tech University. I received God’s calling to the mission field (quite a far cry from the House of Commons!). I met the most beautiful woman in the world, who was dating one of my best friends, and who I would become better and better friends with, marry, and begin a family, with a little girl who has the same beauty as her mother. All because God didn’t answer my pleas to be an Eli. So, no, my best story of the prayer that God answered is actually the one that He didn’t answer.
The Ivy League’s got sissy football anyway; just watch their “championship” game sometime… Cooper Jr. High could take most of those chumps.
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