We’d resigned ourselves to the fact that our oldest son wasn’t interested in sports. “I’m just not a sport kind of guy” he told us many months ago expecting to disappoint his father and me. He did not. Because although the hubby and I do not miss a single edition of College Game Day, our life does not revolve around sports. It revolves around Jesus. Or at least we strive for that. Imagine our surprise a couple of weeks ago when he tells us, “I think I want to play basketball.” Do wha? We discussed it with him and have decided that enrolling him in a summer basketball league would be a good experience for him. We think that being on the court and even dealing with the physicality of the game will help him decide if this is where he wants to focus his energy. I spent several years playing basketball to where I know the game well enough to teach him the basics. But, he wants to learn how to do the fancy moves such as rolling a ball down your arm or passing the ball through your leg or even doing a turn-around jumpshot. “You’ve got to stick with the basics, son” I tell him. “Shoot and dribble. That’s it. When you learn that, then you move on.” He listens and nods his head. He understands that he is going to have to practice to acquire ball handling skills but at this point, he has not proven that he is willing to go through the dribbling and shooting to get to the rolling the ball down your arm tricks. And then I realize, I am kind of the same way. I get so focused on too many things in life that I forget the basics. Love God. Love people. That’s my focus again. Care to join me?