A thunderous night...

Yesterday we took the trip down the turnpike to Oklahoma City, to get a hotel and get checked in for Kristin’s OKC half marathon.  She had been training hard, and I hadn’t- so I hung with the boys (Maggie went to a work retreat at Camp Barnabas- check them out here)  and supported her run.  As we got into town there was crazy traffic and I knew why- it was game 4 of the OKC Thunder/ LA Lakers playoff series.  The Thunder had won their first home playoff game in franchise history, and there was a serious buzz in town about the team.  ”Fever pitch” may be a more accurate description.  We knew it could be historic, in sporting terms, and the chance to watch Kobe Bryant and team play our energetic upstarts the night before K’s run was a pretty cool opportunity.

While waiting for Kristin to check in and get her race packet, I checked craigslist for tickets and found some sweet deals.  There were several blocks of 4 tickets available for the very real deal of $300-$650 per ticket.  After Kristin got back the car I showed her the results of my search.  We could go for only $1200!  She looked at me sheepishly and said- “well, it would be a once in a lifetime experience.”  I nodded, and thought how cool it would be to take the boys and her to see what could be “historic”  and would indeed be a great memory for our family.

It was awesome.

The experience was awesome.

The Thunder won in a way no one could have imagined- the crowd was crazed, the young Thunder ran all over the aging Lakers.  It looked like a changing of the guard could be happening in a way that is usually talked about for years to come in sports circles.  It reminded me of when the Bulls swept the Lakers in 1991 for Michael Jordan’s first championship.  No one expected it.

The game was awesome.  My experience, however,  transcended the game. (note to readers- we didn’t go.) We ended up eating some great Italian food, I spoke words of life to my beautiful wife, and enjoyed some great time at the hotel pool with the boys playing like boys play. I caught the 2nd half of the game on TV in our room and was amazed with the play of the Thunder.   We woke up way early, and saw Kristin off for her half marathon run.  It was the 10th OKC Memorial run- and we remembered those who lost their lives in the bombing there 15 years ago.  Her performance was her best ever- and we cheered.  Upon visiting the Memorial, I saw a Marathon medal hanging on a chair with the name of a child who lost their life in the bombing.  I cried.  The sky was blue, and life moved on, and there was beauty in the midst of this painful place.

And while I missed Maggie- she was with beautiful people from Liberty Church at a beautiful place helping people.  This weekend was indeed a once in a lifetime experience.  For all of us. Everyday should be like that- even when they’re not that spectacular, even if they’re mundane.  Even if they don’t cost $1200 or are “historic.”  I wonder if with all of our talk about changing the world, that we might be missing it- looking for something “big” and not being aware of God present- here, today.  Can we be thankful today- and engage life, because it is a one time deal?

God bless and make today a once in a lifetime experience.

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