When I was in high school, swimming was my best sport. I still remember the first time I saw Gary Hall, Jr. swim. I was a freshman and he was a senior. We were at the hallowed grounds of the Plummer Aquatic Center at Arizona State University in Tempe. Gary Hall, Jr.’s father was an Olympic swimmer and Gary Hall Jr. would one day join that class. In fact, Hall would go on to win ten Olympic medals. I had never seen anything like Hall in a pool before. At 6’6” and probably 225 pounds, Hall looked more like a linebacker than a swimmer. In the water, his body rose above the water higher than anyone else’s, seemingly buoyed at his hips by an invisible force. He swam freestyle with a hitch, almost strutting through the water.
How to Get Better
We all want to get better. But how do we improve?
After "good job" and "thank you," I think the next most frequent response I've received after preaching in my fifteen years serving as a pastor has been "you've improved so much since..." That has been a challenging compliment for me to receive. I tend to hear it as a veiled critique of my preaching in the past (how bad did I use to be for you to comment on my improvement?), and an unintentional criticism of my current preaching (my hope would be you wouldn’t notice my preaching, but that God’s Word would come alive, convict, and transform the hearer through the power of the Spirit).
The Day Before
In high school, I swam competitively. The day before a swim meet was "holy." Some would say, more holy than the meet itself. From the second I woke up to the moment my head hit the pillow, I was 'in the zone.' Even though I was present for class and for conversations, I wasn't, not really. I was at the meet. I was in the pool. I was pulling my strokes. There were nerves in that place, excitement, expectation. At practice that night, we wouldn't go as hard; we would go for a longer distance to boost the stamina of our lungs.