My Son the “Soccer Star”

I want to share something that’s kind-of-personal. I don’t think my son Hudson will ever be a soccer star like I hope. I mean maybe a miracle might happen, but it just doesn’t seem to be in Hudson. And here is why: he’s too compassionate.

Hudson doesn’t have that competitive edge that leads to real greatness in sport. Hudson is more likely to be found on the soccer field giving the ball to the opposing team (“here you have it – let’s share”), singing songs of encouragement while running around the players (“Go blue lighting!”), or upset that the team isn’t sharing back with the ball (“But daddy sharing is good!”).

So all of this leads me to believe that a future of soccer stardom may not be in his future.

But is this a bad thing? He might not have competiveness, but he has compassion. He might not have intensity, but he has generosity. He might not have that sports edge, but he loves to encourage.

All I mean by all of this is that kids are different, and each are shaped in a unique way. The point is to find ways for their uniqueness and special gifts to shine forth. For some that’s in competitive sports, and intense playing. For Hudson it’s not so much, at least right now.

But what Hudson is good at is coaching. Because that’s what he is doing right now.  He is teaching our second child Asher to play soccer. He is encouraging him, sharing with him, and playing great with him.

So he might not be a soccer star, but he might be a star coach. The point is we all have unique gifts; let’s not lament what’s not there, but encourage what is.

And on the plus side Asher has a competitive streak. He just tackled Hudson and took the ball, so who knows we still might have a soccer star in the family 🙂


Soccer, Sausage, and a Theology of Place

Today I went out to the amazing little diner in Plattsville.

There I met with the owner, had some great breakfast, good coffee, and great conversation. When I left, the owner actually covered my meal as a welcome to the town. This is what’s called a blessing: something unexpected and meaningful.

Later on that day while walking past the diner, the owners was sitting outside and I stopped to say thanks again and we got to talking. It turns out he’s a huge soccer fan like myself. We both follow the same teams, and he actually played with some of my favorite players in a semi-pro league in Europe.

This got to me thinking about a theology of place. That God places in you in a location for a reason. And that there are people all around you – in your neighborhood, your family, your workplace who you can connect with in a unique way. What would be the chances that in a town such as Plattsville I would find someone as interested in Dutch soccer of the 70s? But maybe its not as quite a coincidence if its God who directs me here and directs my connections here.

My theological hunch is this – you are uniquely placed for a unique purpose with your own experiences, passions, and personality to impact your “place” whatever that may be.

So my question to you is this: why has God placed you where he has?

Maybe that’s worth spending some time praying and reflecting over…

I’ll be doing the same while watching some soccer…