“Give us this day our daily buckets.”
Why is this pseudo-scripture SO incredibly powerful?
Because of it’s deeper meaning.
Not many people know this but when my wife passed away in October of 2021, I almost passed away, too.
Because of my kids… and FOR my kids… and for Shelly, I fought like crazy to stay alive. They needed me.
Through it all, my faith and my spirit were strong, but sickness left my body and overall health in shambles.
I lost almost thirty pounds and my lungs were so severely damaged that I had to sit down… to even brush my teeth. I couldn’t walk up one flight of stairs without sitting on the top step for five to ten minutes to “catch my breath.”
This didn’t make me happy at all. I’d grown up playing a lot of sports and I think I still (even though I’m in my fifty’s) considers myself an athlete.
So being nearly totally physically incapacitated was a tough pill to swallow.
But what I COULD do… was stand still and shoot a basketball. And it was really good for me. Sometimes, I’d take one shot and quit. Sometimes two.
For months I couldn’t do much at all. But what I COULD do… I did. And it gave me just a small bit of joy to have that basketball in my hands.
Day after day, week after week, month after month I’d shoot. From just a shot or two a day, to playing “horse” with my youngest son out in the front of our house, to by myself playing “around-the-world” for hours on end.
Basketball… helped bring me back.
Then recently, during a simple conversation my oldest son Alek quoted to me that pseudo-scripture…
And it LIT ME UP!
“That’s GOLD!” I almost screamed at him. And when he presented me with a t-shirt with the quote on it, I was SO excited.
Turns out… I now wear it almost EVERY TIME I go to the gym to shoot. It’s my favorite t-shirt.
I’ve even now caught myself playing some of the sillier games I played as a kid. Like “buzzer-beaters.” I do the countdown… you know…
“Three… two… one… he shoots… BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! And he SCORES.”
I’ve even caught myself FEELING the pure joy that comes with hitting a buzzer beater and raising my hands in the air as if I’ve just won the championship…
Just like I did as a kid.
And I’ve started to relive the pure joy that comes from doing what I could do as a kid and coming all the way back from my near-death experience.
My faith and spirit were always strong and now… basketball… has helped bring me back physically and helped me to again feel some of the joy I so badly missed.
That’s why this pseudo-scripture is SO incredibly powerful.
“Give us this day our daily buckets.”
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