We bought a basketball hoop this past summer--we have a cement slab out back which serves as a decent 3-on-3 court. It was mostly a birthday present for Tyce. Didn't use it much last year. The neighborhood men and boys also had a hoop that they'd roll out to the street for evening basketball. Over the winter they broke it by trying to play on it in the freezing cold. The physics of basketball--cold plexi, ball, object in motion, stays in motion--right through the plexi.
On Monday evening I'm walking to the house about 6:30. Neighbor man on the porch says, "Hey PK, [I have no idea how this has become my name in my own neighborhood, but I digress...] heard you got a nice hoop out back. You going to be playing ball later tonight?" Subtle but effective request. An hour later we had a yard full of ballers.
Tuesday night--same story, a few different faces. Wednesday night, same story, smaller crowd, I couldn't go outside but that didn't stop anyone.
Honestly, I'm pretty psyched. Who knew a hoop could open doors to ministry so easily in my own backyard? Praying for God appointments. Feels like a "God-is-working--cooperate-in-His-work " kind of situation. And to think all I have to do is strap on some shoes and talk some trash to access the opportunity. God opportunities are often like that.
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