| Physical and Spiritual Fitness
 Tuesday, August 14 , 2007
 
          
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 On a Church mission
 August 5 through 10, 2007
   | I returned to the basketball court after a two week break. Our
              regular venue (my school) was refurbishing the floors during the
              first week in August. The players came back to the court on August
              6. Not me. I was part of a church group that trekked to the mining
              region of West Virginia around Belington to help that community in
              any way they needed if it were in our capability. We expected to
              help repair houses by painting walls, reinforcing roofs, clearing
              brush, planting flowerbeds and other physical tasks that needed to
              be done. 
 
  I
              put in a good lifting session the night before because I knew it
              would be at least a week before I could get back to the weights.
              Physical labor was expected, and I was hoping to get some good
              cardio in with the church youth who also were scheduled to go
              along, mostly through free-style and Ultimate Frisbee. I also
              tossed in the basketball, football, and baseball gloves to the van
              for good measure if the facilities allowed us to play and if we
              had the available time and personnel. It was my goal to come back
              lighter than I was when I left, or at least having done no harm by
              staying at the same weight. 
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            | While I was concerned with staying physically fit, I knew this was
              a church mission. The primary goal of the trip with the share our
              time and talents with others through physical work, to spread
              Christian goodwill by helping those who could use our help. In the
              process of working in the community, we also put our spiritual
              muscles to work by getting along with each other, by sharing the
              peace of Christ through cooperation, communication, and common
              experience. |  
            | When you're placed in new surroundings with unfamiliar people,
              you've got to find coping skills that will lead to the formation
              of new friendships and the completion of your common goal. I found
              myself in a "youth leader" position with the guys on our
              side of the cabin, and the girls had their leaders on the other
              side. One of those leaders was my ex-wife, Teresa, with whom I had
              made the trip to the camp. We traveled with our three kids, so
              this was as much a family experience as it was a church one. | 
 
 
              Teresa, our son Gabriel, 12, and myselfMouse over the image to see us bother Gabe.
 
 
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            | Teresa and I have enough of a positive relationship that we were
              able to demonstrate for our kids and to the rest of the church
              participants that former spouses can be friends, can work together
              for the good of their kids, and can spend time together without
              conflict in order to do something worthwhile for other people. We
              pride ourselves on our ability to "co-parent," which
              involves skills related to effective communication on the business
              of raising the positive and well adjusted kids. It was our mutual
              challenge to demonstrate our Christian faith by acting as a model
              in the ways of forgiveness and respect. 
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            |  Our
              first day was beset by torrential downpours throughout our
              workday. It was our task to build a deck onto one of the houses
              that was in this woman's family for 150 years. She also needed her
              siding to be scraped and painted, along with repairs to a leaky
              rubber roof. We slopped around in the mud during our first day,
              calling it quits around 1:00. We poured the cement for the deck's
              posts, but painting could not begin until we had dryer weather.
              The temperatures hovered around 100 degrees all week, so we had to
              be careful not to become dehydrated. The deck took shape
              during days two and three, and we completed repairs to the roof by
              the end of week. After Wednesday's daily thunderstorm, our
              homeowner friend
              told us that no water came through her ceiling. We also put the
              final coat of exterior paint on her house. 
  With our
              Monday afternoon free, we (the boys and myself) were challenged by my ex-wife to
              develop a skit that we could perform to the small cadre of campers
              within our youth group. She was "throwing down the
              gauntlet" since she and her crew had to continue work on
              beautifying the town center while I took the guys back to the
              cabin to relax. So I chose the passage in Luke on the
              prodigal son around which to build our skit. We brainstormed
              every possible pop culture and rock-and-roll reference we could
              and worked it into a narrated version of the parable. When we
              performed, our pastor sat in. We got good reviews, but it would be
              nothing compared to the production the girls put on two days
              later. They had help from one of the campers who was majoring in
              film and music production. Led by Teresa, they put together
              "The Ten Commandments: The Awesome Version,"
              illustrating how not to break the commandments in our modern
              world. On Wednesday night, the guys were blown away as we watched
              a DVD of their production two days in the making in the dining
              hall. Even though I was successful in my intention to insert some
              level of spirituality into our activities, I had to admit, the
              girls got us good.
 Each workday was followed by dinner, games, and devotions. On
              mission, we fed our bodies, our mind, and our spirits, so to
              speak. I was able to corrall the youth into playing Ultimate
              Frisbee. One game even took place in an approaching thunderstorm
              and in the black of night. There was as a rudimentary basketball
              hoop, so Tuesday, a few of the boys and one or two of the girls were able
              to get a three-on-three contest before storm clouds forced us to
              quit. 
  
    |  Devotions
              were conducted by one of the founding ministers of the Belington
              Mission trip named Terry. Terry centered his lessons around a
              painting by the German artist Seiger Koder, a retired priest. Then
              he'd show a short video by Christian motivational speaker Rob
              Bell, and we'd discuss the concepts held in common by the painting,
              the video, and a relevant piece of scripture. For Monday, Tuesday,
              and Wednesday, he covered the themes of "trusting,"
              "the unexpected," and "peace." The second
              lesson was the most moving to me. Rob Bell's video was entitled 
	"Rain," in which he tells about a
              walk he took with his infant son where it rained, causing his son
              to cry out. It touched me so deeply and on so many levels:
              regarding my divorce (the rain of life coming unexpectedly), his
              love for his son, who he had in a backpack, which I did so often
              with my own children, and how we ask God to get us through the
              storm. I was in silent tears through the last half of the video.
              After viewing the video, I shared with the group how God sometimes
              does not answer prayer the way we want. But shared how I realized
              that God has a bigger and better plan for us, even though we may
              not be able to see though the rain at the time. I wanted to share
              those perspectives and experiences with the youth who decided to
              come to devotions that night. My own kids were in the group, and
              they had the chance to hear me reflect on life changes that had a
              direct impact on their development. The devotional aspect of
              mission gave me and the kids a chance to reflect on the reasons
              why we were there. Terry helped us grow spiritually from our
              mission experience through the media and discussions we shared
              during those sessions. We are back home now. I walked into a flooded basement as the
              hot water heater decided to give out, spewing water all over the
              basement floor. Almost $1,000 later, I am still wondering what
              message the good Lord is trying to send me. So feel free to visit
              a sponsor or two. Maybe it will help pay the bills. Until then,
              remember that fitness is multidimensional. | 
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        Stay healthy,
 Georgegeocas@aol.com or georgecassutto@hotmail.com
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