Awhile back I posted about church volleyball and how it brings out people's true colors. A few months ago, although I played, I was more an observer of this social exercise. Today, I write a confession. No longer am I an innocent observer, calmly noticing the bad attitudes, the bossiness, and the down-right unchristian behavior. Yesterday I advanced to psychopathic, evil volleyball person. Ironically this transformation will probably earn me some respect from fellow church volleyball players and possibly a position of leadership...I'm not real sure how the power structure shakes down at our church, but I suspect that a good deal of it is decided in sand in front of a net.
First of all I should state that my team stunk! Individually we actually had some powerful players but as a team we kind of fell apart. There is a reason I'm not into team athletics. I actually had to talk myself down from a really bad attitude. I told Chris afterward that one particular individual on our team who I'd never even met before kept missing the ball--this person asked me a question, and I was so disgusted with his playing that I couldn't even look him in the eye to answer. WWJD? Jesus would have lovingly told him to go practice his bloopers somewhere else and not on his team. I'm almost certain of that.