Tuesday, November 18, 2025

The Survey Says...

 

The Survey Says...



My team this year is playing well and we are off to a terrific start. Coaching middle school girls is like nothing else! This blog, from October 9, 2007, solidifies that point!

I called my five eighth graders out of basketball practice this morning and gave them an assignment. Spreading them out over a cafeteria table, I handed each a list of the twelve girls who will suit up for games this season. They were instructed to rank each player except themselves. Each of their teammates was to be given a rating from 1 to 11, with 1 being the strongest player and 11 being the girl with the most need of improvement. My student assistant, Sonja, and I did the same. During my free period, I added up the scores and divided by the number of rankings. The best/lowest score was 1.2 and the highest average was 9.9. Sonja and I felt the kids were accurate in their evaluations of each other. The votes were anonymous and I told the eighth graders not to discuss their scale. The girls will never know the compiled numbers; it was simply a way for the coaches to gauge the impressions of the players who sometimes see things we don't and sometimes are oblivious to the obvious.

Later in the day, I talked to the girls about their responses and told them I thought they did a good job in assessing each other. Then I asked another question: If they had to sign their evaluation and we posted it in the locker room, would their rankings have changed? Universally, the girls agreed they would have. They would have graded each other higher and the younger girls lower. I appreciated their honesty. I feel the same way. I despise evaluating other people, especially if they know what my assessment is. I tend to hedge on the high side and shy away from criticism. Maybe I should clarify that a bit. I don't mind assessing kids- that's my job. It becomes uncomfortable for me when the subject is a peer, another adult. Maybe that is why I have no aspirations of ever becoming a school administrator. Some of my students mistakenly believe the Bible condemns any form of judging but that isn't accurate. We have to make judgments between good and evil constantly and the vessels of the good and evil are our fellow human beings. Jesus warned that we would be judged in the same we judge. In his "blessed are the merciful'' beatitude, the Lord gave us the perfect attitude of evaluating but he did not teach us to be blind. We often say what we think others want to hear instead of the truth. I asked one of our sixth grade players this morning if she understood what the older kids just demonstrated and she told me she did. I pressed her on it and she confessed that she had no clue. She did not want me to be mad at her- I wasn't- so she fudged on her answer. Maybe we fudge publicly while we hit the target with our private diagnoses. It can be a tightrope. I manage to fall off it frequently. The Lord spends considerable time being my safety net.


Applicable quote of the day:
"How easy it is to judge rightly after one sees what evil comes from judging 
wrongly!"

Elizabeth Gaskell

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Monday, November 17, 2025

Drew And His Dad

 

Drew And His Dad

Drew is now a junior in college! Read the entry below from March 1, 2010 and you will understand.

I heard a great sermon yesterday. Actually, I heard three but two came from our minister, David Yasko, who I expect to preach powerfully. The unexpected one came from Drew, one of our third graders at Westbury Christian School. Drew, the son of Cindi, one of elementary teachers, has an older brother and a twin sister. But that's not all Drew possesses. During the greeting time in our morning worship service, I ran into him and asked how his day off from school on Friday had been. (We had no school due to the state private school basketball tournament in which our boys' and girls' teams were competing.) Drew told me he had a great day and being a teacher, I always employ the follow up question: 
"What made it great?" 
Without hesitation, Drew replied, 
"I got to spend time with my father.'' 
I have no children of my own but I think I could write a how-to book on parenting from that young man's eight word response. In a society of neglect and abandonment and busyness, Drew's dad, Andrew, knows the key to a child's heart and destiny. He gave his child the most precious gift of all: his time. I don't know if they went to a movie, cleaned the garage, drove to the store, worked on school studies, or just sat around the house together: it doesn't matter. In the first recorded words of Jesus in Luke 2:49, the twelve year old asks Mary and Joseph why they were searching for Him in Jerusalem. The Savior wonders, 
''Did you not know that I must be about My Father’s business?” (NKJV) 
Last Friday, Drew's father's business was Drew. That is one precious commodity.
AMEN.

Applicable quote of the day:
"Being a great father is like shaving. No matter how good you shaved today, you have to do it again tomorrow."
Reed Markham

God bless,
Steve

Luke 18:1

Sunday, November 16, 2025

The Big Sisters

 

The Big Sisters



Here is one of my favorite basketball stories and I've got a bunch! It's from November 20, 2013.
I called Greg Glenn before Bible study tonight. Greg is our Head Of School but before that, he was the boys' basketball coach at Westbury Christian School, winning numerous state titles and earning national rankings during his tenure all the while filling the dual role of Athletic Director. We had an odd situation today. We almost never play games on Wednesday but we did this afternoon. The gym is always set up for us as there is invariably one of our other teams practicing. (We have a total of nine basketball teams between middle and high school and space and floor time are valuable.) But today, we were also the only game with no middle school boys' contests following ours. We put the chairs and balls and water up after the final buzzer sounded but that left the scoreboard and possession arrow still lit up. This may sound incredible to some of you but I've never had to put it up because there was always another group about to use it. I investigated but thought better of pulling a bunch of wires randomly and causing more problems. Greg told me he'd take care of it on his way to his Bible study. Our talk turned to the game. He had been on the other side of the curtain separating our gym from the cafeteria/stage area when he heard an enormous amount of noise. He thought there must be a pep rally going on. What he saw as he came into the gym area was the scene portrayed in the picture he snapped and shown above. What you see is our girls' high school basketball team cheering for our middle high school girls' basketball team. Greg told me he saw a number of very good things today and that was the best of all. I did not see the day through his eyes but I enthusiastically added my AMEN to his sentiments. And I'm adding it again right here.

You might wonder why that's such a big deal. Believe me, it's not the case everywhere. Many of the schools we play only go through 8th grade so there is no older squad to look up to. When there is a high school team, often they are too busy to pay any attention to the younger girls which is a shame because it's really a chance to minister. Our high school Lady Wildcats have enjoyed a great deal on the court success, winning numerous Texas private school (TAPPS) state championships as well as cracking the top ten national rankings twice in the past seven years. This year's team has the chance to be a powerhouse again and there they were, after their own practice and film session, cheering on a bunch of much younger kids like it was the NCAA finals. There are numerous links between our two squads. A number of the girls played for me in middle school and I baptized one of them into Jesus. All but one has been or is currently a student of mine. Marie is my student coach and my players absolutely love her with good reason. And Tyra comes down and spends time with my little ones every morning. I love the connections. When I was our high school girls' coach- you can see me in the championship picture right behind the cheering players next to Joanna Laman in the orange dress- I did little to encourage a relationship with our middle school team of which I was also the coach. That's right- I was coaching both teams at the same time and we played 61 games combined that season. I would have never made it without my assistant, Russell Carr. Not coincidentally, I walked away from the high school job that spring and have focused on the middle school in the intervening years. Josh Bailey, our current varsity girls, has done a masterful job of allowing his players to serve as cheerleaders, albeit cheerleaders without skirts. I'm not sure how much his team knows how much it means but the value of their actions cannot be overstated.


The scriptures often speak of building each other up. A few well timed words from a person we admire speaks, maybe even shouts, volumes. Paul wrote these words in 1 Thessalonians chapter 5 and verse 11:
Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

There are also admonitions for those who are older to teach those who are younger. Teaching can come in any number of formats; sometimes, it's just your presence. I know twelve middle school girls who look up to twelve high school girls and not just because they sit in the upper part of the bleachers. Just a reminder to our high school kids; being a hero comes with a price tag called responsibility. You are being watched by your little sisters in the halls and on the floor. You have the chance to divert lives for the better..... and there is no doubt you will.
PS- WE WON!

Applicable quote of the day:

"Instruction does much, but encouragement everything."
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
 



God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Saturday, November 15, 2025

The Beginning

 

The Beginning






I used to eat lunch very day with our Kindergarten through fourth grades. It was a blast and everyday is hug day. This is about my adventure at that age! It's from August 9, 2011.
It was the first day of school and a good one. Our enrollment is solid, not a given in tough economic times for Christian schools. I believe we are close to six hundred students for K-12 which translates to a small but not tiny school.  We have wonderful students academically, extracurricularly, socially, and most important, spiritually. I'm teaching five classes (two eighth grade and three sophomore) as well as coaching basketball. There were the normal glitches; my ceiling projector, which I have come to rely on, has a burned out bulb so I had to post assignments on the board. Can you get any more archaic than that? We had our first chapel, first lunch,  first everything. It was a good first day.

One of the wonderful things about our school is that it contains such a wide variety of ages so I get to interact with both eighteen year olds and three year olds. This morning, I walked by Mrs. Semanek's kindergarten class while they were having their first water fountain/bathroom break. They were neatly and quietly lined up on the wall outside the nurse's office. As I passed by, Mrs. Semanek said,
"Coach Hawley, can you believe these children are in kindergarten? You would think they are first graders!"
 Well-placed praise is always effective, even with five year olds. I readily agreed to her evaluation of the class she will mentor for the next one-hundred-eighty school days. They are blessed to have her.

As I thought about this first day of school, I was reminded of how much more exciting school was in kindergarten. I have so many vivid memories of that year at Willard School in York, Nebraska. Two years ago, Don Knipfel, one of my childhood friends and high school basketball teammates, sent me the two pictures above of Mrs. Petersen's class of which I was a proud member. In the top photo, I'm in the second row between Don (red shirt) and Rex Ellis. In the second picture, I'm in the top row, second from left, between Brad Gloystein and Scott Grosse. At five years of age, I thought Mrs. Petersen was ancient. Obviously, ancient is a term relative to the observer's age! But it was a terrific introduction to school in small town, USA. Times have changed and culture has changed but kids are still needing love and guidance from their teachers. I got that from Mrs. Petersen; our kids will receive it from Mrs. Semanek. In church and chapel, we sing, "Jesus loves the little children." If the children are blessed, their teachers love them, too.

APPLICABLE QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like child stringing beads in kindergarten, - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another."
Brenda Ueland

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Friday, November 14, 2025

BIG BAD JOHN

 

BIG BAD JOHN



On April 27, 2006, I penned the following entry which has the same name as Jimmy Dean's best known hit song.  Sometimes kids and events leave their mark on a coach/teacher. Johnny was one of those kids.


Another high school baseball season is drawing to a conclusion. I haven't been to a game this year. Our school's home games are played a considerable distance from campus and I have been unusually busy. If I could go to one high school game, it would be back at the scene of my first coaching job. Years ago, I took over the baseball program at Georgia Christian School in the village of Dasher, five miles down the road from Valdosta. We struggled from the outset but we improved with parental and community support and kids who wanted to play. In my third year, a beautiful baseball facility was constructed on our campus. Not coincidentally, it was the first season we enjoyed any success, the culmination of players who bought into what we were trying to do. There was a senior on that team named Johnny. To say he was a character doesn't do justice to the word but Johnny was one of the favorite kids I've ever coached and one of the toughest. Several weeks before we concluded our regular season, Johnny got hurt. He was catching against Worth Academy and there was a collision. It was the first game of a double header and Johnny played every inning of both games. When the day was over, his right hand, his throwing and dominant hitting hand, was swollen to the point of being almost round. X-rays confirmed the hand was broken, ending his senior campaign. As fate would have it, we qualified for the State Tournament for the first time in the history of GCS. Days before the opening round, Johnny approached me. If he obtained a doctor's note clearing him, would I let him play at State? There were two dynamics at work. The first was I knew how hard he had worked to make it to that level as a player, coming light years between his tenth and twelfth grade years. It would be heartless to say no. The second was I knew there was no way he had healed enough to get clearance, even if he had removed his own cast. It was easy to give consent. I knew it would never happen....but it did. The next day, Johnny brought me a doctor's note giving him a clean bill of health. I was shocked but Johnny said they took an x-ray. I spoke to our school president who gave me the thumbs up. So, Johnny's name was penciled into the lineup for the first State Tournament game GCS ever played, in right field to minimize the chance of re-injuring his hand. We were out of our league and got thumped but it was a terrific memory for Johnny and his fellow seniors in their final high school contest. I hated to see them go.

That summer, the kids filled me in on the Miraculous Healing of Johnny's Right Hand. Johnny told them he pulled a switch at the doctor's office. When the technician prepared to perform the x-ray, Johnny simply offered his left hand instead of the injured right one. Of course, it came out clean with the doctor finding no evidence of any fracture. As hard as it is to believe that he could pull it off, it was so brazen I could see him getting away with it. Perhaps the clinic was extremely busy at the time- I don't think there was any negligence on their part. If anyone would have been liable, it might have been me for not double-checking. As a player, I know exactly how he would have felt, to come so far and yet be denied the ultimate team goal. As a coach, you have to love the spirit of a kid who wants to win that badly. As an adult, I know that love of baseball cannot override sanity: the safety of the youngsters who play for me has to be of the utmost importance. But as a dreamer, don't you wish something mattered to you enough that you would do whatever it takes for one chance to fulfill your dream? Dreams die agonizingly slow deaths by neglect as we get older. I would never condone what Johnny did to simply put on his baseball uniform one more time. If the story is true and not simply another urban legend, (or rural legend in this case), he deceived a number of people, including me. But, sometimes, I wish I had the passion to pursue my outlandishly wild hopes and dreams one more time. The Bible is full of scriptures that give the believer hope in making big plans, as long as we consult the Chief Architect in charge of The Big And Crazy Dream Department. Give him a call. I guarantee He won't make you take an x-ray!

Applicable quote of the day:
"A catcher and his body are like an outlaw and his horse. He's got to ride that nag until it drops."
Johnny Bench/ Cincinnati Reds Hall of Fame catcher


To see and hear Jimmy Dean sing Big Bad John, click below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_qX5bPbPUo


God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Thursday, November 13, 2025

Not Fade Away

 

Not Fade Away

Buddy Holly and Tommy Allsup.

Do you ever wonder how close you have come to death and not realized it? Or maybe one small seemingly insignificant choice allows you to keep on living. The following, from February 2, 2009, addresses that scenario in the life of a very well know celebrity.

My bonus question today on our Bible quizzes was guessing the age of Buddy Holly at the time of his death. (The correct answer was twenty-two.) Predictably, the 50th anniversary of the death of singers Holly, the Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens has triggered a round of articles dealing with the plane crash and its aftermath. One article dealt with a glaring oversight- there were four fatalities that night in Iowa. Pilot Roger Peterson also was killed in that frozen Iowa corn field. I find it fascinating that the shows and tour went on as scheduled. I also find the story of Tommy Allsup, who is quoted in the following account, fascinating. He lived because he lost a coin flip. Do you think he has ever flipped a coin to decide anything since? Ellen Young, a member of my congregation, knows Mr. Allsup. I bet he has thanked the Lord every day since February of 1959.

By Melissa Rentería - Conexión
The plane that crashed with Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper on board had other intended passengers — two young men who gave up their seats on the doomed flight.
Tommy Allsup, a guitarist for Buddy Holly, was minutes away from boarding the 1947 Beechcraft Bonanza when he lost a coin toss to Valens, who had asked Allsup to give him his seat on the plane.
"Not a day goes by that I don't think about it," Allsup said by phone from his hotel room in Clear Lake, Iowa, where the Grammy-winning guitarist was set to perform a series of concerts as part of a week long tribute to Valens, Holly and J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson.
The three rockers, along with pilot Roger Peterson, died in the Feb. 3, 1959, plane crash that was immortalized in the 1971 Don McLean song "American Pie" as "The Day the Music Died." This year marks the 50th anniversary of the tragedy.
Allsup and Waylon Jennings, who also played guitar for Holly, were scheduled to board the chartered plane after performing in Clear Lake, Iowa, as part of the "Winter Dance Party" tour. Holly chartered the small plane for himself and his band members after growing tired of riding the tour bus, which had a malfunctioning heater. The plane would take them to the tour's next stop in Fargo, N.D.
"Buddy said to me, 'How'd you like a seat on the plane' and I said 'that sounds good,' " recalled the 77-year-old Allsup, who at 27 was among the oldest musicians on the tour. Valens was 17, Holly was 22, and Richardson was 28. Peterson, the pilot, was 22.
Allsup's voice sometimes broke with emotion as he recalled the events leading up to the plane crash. The events, Allsup said, didn't occur as they were depicted in the 1987 Valens biopic "La Bamba," which showed the fateful coin toss happening at the airport.
Allsup, along with Holly and Richardson, who earlier had persuaded Jennings to give him his seat on the plane, were loading up a car to take them to the nearby Mason City Airport.
Allsup went back inside the Surf Ballroom, where the performers had just finished a show, to make sure they hadn't left any equipment behind. He passed Valens in the doorway on his way in.
"Ritchie was busy signing autographs and talking to some girls," Allsup said.
As Allsup made his way out the door, Valens, who earlier had asked Allsup to let him ride on the plane, once again tried to persuade the guitarist to give up his seat.
"I told him, 'Let's flip for it,' " Allsup said. "So I reached into my pocket for a 50-cent piece and said, 'Call it.' He called heads."
Allsup headed back to the car to tell the others that Valens would be riding on the plane with them, and he asked Holly to mail a letter home for him. In those days a special delivery letter required the mailer's identification, so Allsup searched his wallet for a form of I.D. that would work.
"Buddy told me to just give him my wallet," said Allsup, who later would be listed as a possible casualty when crews began searching the plane's wreckage and came across his wallet.
Allsup and the other musicians boarded their tour buses for the overnight trip to Fargo. They arrived at their hotel in the morning, and Allsup asked for a room next to Holly.
"The clerk said, 'Mr. Holly's not here and he's not coming. He died in a plane crash. It's all over the news,' " said Allsup, who had seen images of Holly and the others on a hotel lobby television but thought it was an advertisement promoting the upcoming show.
"I couldn't believe it," he said.
Allsup and Jennings played the scheduled show that night with Jennings singing lead vocals in place of Holly. The two would continue performing for the remainder of the tour, which, despite the three stars' deaths, was not canceled.
"I've been really blessed to play music all these years," said Allsup, a longtime record producer and session guitarist who has played on more than 6,500 recording sessions.
Despite the 50 years that have passed since the plane crash, Allsup said he still thinks about it daily "in some way or another," particularly around the anniversary date. His close call with that doomed flight has made him appreciate his life and his music more, he said. "I've just devoted my life to playing music and made the most of it. That's all I could do."


Applicable quote of the day:
"I can't remember if I cried,

When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died."
Don McLean (American Pie)

To listen to Buddy Holly and Not Fade Away, click or copy/paste the link below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fQrvvlZ6YI

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Children And Ducks And Jesus

 

Children And Ducks And Jesus

I will show this memorable clip in my classes today. It is from March 25, 2016. 
My education world has changed in the last five or six years. With the addition of the Internet in each classroom and the availability of a ceiling projector and a professional grade screen, the attention of my students is usually focused up front. Our notes and memory verses are on the screen and sometimes, our quizzes are as well. Every day I show a video clip in all my five periods and yesterday was no exception. Well, actually it was. In my Gospels classes, I showed two. The second was an updated version of The Prodigal Son that was pretty intense. But I started my classes with a short two minute clip from CBS On The Road With Steve Hartmann. I like to begin on a happy note and this one definitely did the trick. It was about the cutest little girl named Kylie who is five and lives in Maine. That's not the essence of the story, though. You see, Kylie has a pet duck named Snowflake who thinks Kylie is his mother through some weird kind of imprinting. But that's not the main point, either. You see, Kylie truly believes she is Snowflake's mother. (Lest you scoff, you might recall that a five year old at my school thinks I'm J.J. Watt!) Do yourself a favor; take a couple of minutes and watch this clip. I guarantee you'll finish with a smile on your face.

My students were charmed yesterday as they took in this story. What they saw was the purity and innocence and lack of guile from one of God's creatures who loves another of God's creations as her very own and it seemed appropriate we witnessed it right before Easter. On the Sunday before the crucifixion, the religious leaders were up in arms over children in the temple who were shouting in the presence of Jesus, "Hosanna to the Son of David!" The Christ responded by quoting Psalm 8:2 to His critics:
'From the lips of children and infants, you, Lord, have called forth Your praise.'
What a testimony to the holiness of little girls and boys! Our Father is glorified by their words and testimony! It's a special time year as the Christian world remembers the death and burial and especially the resurrection of Jesus. You see children dressed to the nines and excitedly searching for candy hidden in colorful plastic eggs. But let's not forget the role of little ones in the story of redemption. Jesus began just as each of us did, born of a woman. And as He matured into manhood, He spent a year as a five year old, just like Kylie, just like all of us. Praise God He grew and took the sins of the world on the cross and came out of the grave. And Hallelujah that His story didn't end at age five.


To watch the sweet story of Kylie and Snowflake, click or copy/paste the link below!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbWz5H7MTnA

Applicable quote of the day:
"A child is a beam of sunlight from the Infinite and Eternal, with possibilities of virtue and vice, but as yet unstained."
 Lyman Abbott


God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1