Fields meant to be pursued. 

Within the framework of the game was an especially compelling element. One that genuinely permeated to my very core:  

A passion for what it demanded of and from you, only to return it in a higher form. 

True, it did extract from you. Often to the point of emptiness. But at the same token,  it replenished you, on a deeply personal, emotional, mental and spiritual level.  You see, being on the field gave back ten fold of what it took, in an unparalleled manner. 

Yes, it was a game. But it proved to be so much more than that. Each opportunity granted, lesson learned and affirmation supplied possessed a gravity all their own. 

Like becoming one who gladly accepts the weight of a moment being granted. 

Shunning the spotlight. 

Leaving it all out there for those on your left or right. 

Embracing your failure in the instant  before as impetus for your success in that  yet to come.  

Valuing a level of perseverance garnered by enduring exhaustingly hard and painful work.  

Appreciating your role as one who paves the way so that others might succeed.

As time passed, I became increasingly aware of these and many more of the gifts granted during those precious moments on the field. They  became more apparent as they weaved themselves into the fabric of a life away from it.  Confirming the veracity of their mass in most substantial and lasting fashions. 

Such as accepting and engaging the weight of every responsibility in all manner and form, arriving on their time, yet touching every aspect of your being.  

Discovering the value of humility through promoting others. 

Freely giving of oneself without any expectation or desire of return. 

Knowing that there is much to be learned in defeat – whether personal or professional – and that  your response to that event  will eventually lead you back to the outcome you desire; victory. 

Mustering oneself to embrace personal sacrifice and persevere, regardless of the cost, to improve, grow and become what you are meant to be. 

Providing empathy, care, attention and love that will ensure the safety, security and success of those all around.

It has been said that football is the game of life.  A statement of fact to which many will attest.  

It is taught in numerous, lasting and most compelling fashions – particularly at my spot on the field.  Lessons that continue to emerge from that original classroom, bound to its core curriculum, taught on a field that is now being professed in the home, at work, in the community and throughout the surrounding world.  

As a passion for what is demanded of and from you, so as to return it in a higher form. 

Fields meant to be pursued. 

Thanks Coach!

The moment I first met Pastor Freyer totally escapes me.   But fortunately, his continuing influence on me for over a decade has not. His presence in my life was at times formative, regenerative and always supportive.  

He had this tenacious constancy of intention, purpose and genuine love.  A chorus he proclaimed and I was blessed  to hear.  It was within that refrain that PF’s keen appreciation on how best  to conduct ourselves achieved a permanent resonance. It was his fervent desire that all of us address every matter of the moment in that very fashion.    

Though he has since passed, it seems as though he remains present in my life. Perhaps that was part of his true vocation and his divine talent.  That ability to become such an essential element in my life and many others. 

To be that guy you always seemed to know.  

To be that servant leader you trust, emulate and follow.   

To be that man of integrity and character you have always respected.  

To be that father that you will always love.  Because he will love you right back, no matter what. 

At some point during our wonderful  relationship, the appellation “Coach” was  conferred to PF.  He then bestowed that designation on me. An honor I did not understand, did not feel I deserved and tried  to dismiss. A title that has taken me quite a while to get used to.  

But under his ever loving guidance and patience, Coach taught me how to wear it.  In fact, Coach “coached me up” to embrace it.   

His  rugged looks aside, appearances were definitely deceiving when it came to Coach Freyer.  For he perfected operating in total stealth mode. Offering opportunity by conferring trust in talents he saw others. Things they had yet to even see or genuinely begin to fathom. 

Years ago, he simply asked me for my help.  To contribute to the motivational game sheets he distributed to the Highlander football players during their weekly team dinners.  

Thousands of words later, he told me he cannot wait to read my book. 

I wondered what he was  trying to tell me. As time passed, he told me that  he had to “begin to slow down a bit”. He then asked for my weekly contributions to also be shared via the spoken word as well. And just like that, I started filling in as a guest speaker.  

Those were some mighty big shoes to fill. But it became a life changing opportunity. And with his guidance, it went from abject terror to hand shaking, I cannot wait to do this, moments of truly unbridled joy.    

You see,  Coach always knew that was in me.  That I could do it. That I was meant to do it.  And by no means did his loving lesson begin and end there. It made me think that perhaps  I was cut from some of the same cloth as he.  That maybe with some honest intention, I too could see things in others that they hadn’t noticed, overlooked, dismissed or outright ignored.  

Probably why he called me “Coach” in the first place. 

So today, this remains a part of my current football vocation and standing.  But now, it has grown to become central to supporting those in search of their vocation, purpose, independence and a life well lived.  

He offered an opportunity by conferring trust in talents he saw in me. 

So now I get to do the same for others. 

Thanks Coach!