Summary: One of a series on building faith. This was presented at an "Open House" when we encouraged out people to invite their friends and relatives to special service.
The Formation of My Faith
Wisdom from the mountain top.
There are four Questions that matter in life
Who Am I?
Where Did I Come From?
Why Am I Here?
Where Am I Going?
Answer these and you will find the secret to a contented and peaceful life…
Finding the answer is more of a process than a place.
Today in I’d like to tell you where I am in the process of discovering the answer to these questions…
Who Am I?
Well, I’m a preacher’s kid who discovered early in life that he is more of klutzy nerd than anything else…
In the summer of 1966 I was working at a church summer camp. My formal title that I gave myself was "Aquatic Engineer". Informally, I was known as the dishwasher.
The week of HS Camp the faculty was a little slim and I was asked to play on their team during the annual Faculty-Camper Softball Game.
It was pretty heady stuff for a scrawny HS sophomore to play with the "adults" – especially with all the HS girls watching! Life is good!
The put me in right field – where the ball hardly ever gets hit… So I was enjoying the summer sun, counting dandelions and working at running cool when the sides changed every inning. (Running Cool is kind of like running in slow motion and I was pretty good at it!)
Towards the end of the game some kid hit a high fly ball smack dab over the first baseline. I started running toward the ball – running cool at first – when it became clear that I was going to have to pick up some speed.
I through it into overdrive and was hitting 60-70 mph when I stretched – still running – to catch the ball…
Now, it was a pretty good looking stretch – still cool – although I did miss the ball. When I looked up – still running except I was going even faster – about 110-120 mph when I saw a wire ash can directly in my path.
It was a barrel shaped basket made of heavy-duty wire.
It had been used to burn papers and trash (back when that was allowed) and was almost ¾ of the way full.
Now I was going about 250 mph and there was no way I could avoid this thing so… I did the only thing left to do – I dove over the top of it.
It was a really good-looking dive – with only one small problem. As I tucked my head and prepared to roll into the lilac bush – did I forget to mention the lilac bush? – my belt buckle caught on the front wire of the ash can and we both tumbled into the bushes.
There was a mushroom cloud that could be seen from the other side of the lake and somehow I knew that I was no longer going to have to worry about looking "Cool" the rest of the week.
That’s what I was growing up through my HS years and I wouldn’t go back there for anything!
What I have become is a 50 yr old man with 30 years experience working with people – as much as I sometimes protest – I really do like people and I love my God, my life, my wife, my family, and my church.
I have discovered that I am a unique, one of a kind, "when God made me – he broke the mold" kind of guy.
And it’s a good thing – I’m pretty sure that the world can only put up with one Rick Stacy.
The truth is that we are all unique, one of a kind," When God made you – he broke the mold" kind of people.