A class reunion is bringing them back to town. In my brother’s senior year, two high schools merged – North Fulton and Dykes. That transition wasn’t easy, particularly when it came to blending athletic teams. John played point guard on a basketball team that was instantly much better than the year before.
Better at the game we all loved, little brother had been a gym rat. He shot for hours, increased his ball handling skills, and most of all learned the game. Point guards are like quarterbacks on a football field. The good ones not only know their position, they also know everyone else’s. As the point guard brings the ball up the court, he has to recognize defenses, he has to guide the pace of the game, and he has to follow instruction from the sidelines.
John did all that well. Oh yeah, he could score, too. He could shoot over you or drive around you. But that wasn’t his primary job. He had to see the floor, run the team, and distribute the ball. Dishing the ball to four other guys who each felt it was his turn wasn’t easy.
For a long time, John held assist records at Anderson College and Texas – Pan Am where he played. He was a playmaker, a floor general, a key to the success of his teams. I’m not biased at all, right?
I’ve noticed that he continues to see the floor well, run the team, and distribute the ball. He does these things in life … in his family life, his church ministry, his professional career. John is a great servant leader wherever God has placed him. He is a faithful steward of his time, talent, and treasure. He can still run the point but he really knows how to follow the Coach.
Among my many blessings, I have two brothers who are good and godly men. When we get together, we tell stories from back in the day – the older we get the better we were – but I have witnessed how both have played the game of life. I am a proud brother.