You never know your indelible impact until after
This is a few of my guys who’ve been participating in the seam swim… December is that gap between fall ball and season. I offered to train as many who wanted in the pool – aerobic, conditioning and a blast! They did great workouts (total body fitness) and then played water polo… and a couple of run sprints in the shallow end. You guessed it – water polo was their favorite… guys, competitive… fun to watch them take the skills from the lacrosse field to the pool. Ton of fun.
Different guys were there, then absent, then back, even through exams. Numbers varied, but full lanes made me laugh as they got better, pushed each other and of course, competed against each other… culminating with how far they could go under water and then treading water without using your arms competitions.
But, I’m writing to share their own initiative, something more intimate, more internal desire for the Living God.
After swimming each day, before they left the locker room, they gathered around. This large group of guys, various states of dress from towels to shorts, to fully dressed… they bowed and began, “In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit…” and they prayed. Their intentions were simple, yet noble, especially for adolescent boys going to an elite prep school. “Thank you for our families. Thank you for the opportunity for our great education. Thank you for our coach. Thank you for Loyola University letting us use the pool. Thank you for… Take care of… sick friend, missing comrade, those in real need, Newtown families, end to war…”. What else would you ask to come out of their hearts? Then in unison St. Ignatius’ prayer, “Dearest Lord, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve You as You deserve; to give and not to count the cost, to fight and not to heed the wounds, to toil and not to seek for rest, to labour and not to ask for reward save that of knowing I am doing Your Will.”
The great part… most of the guys who were coming were Varsity, but also JV guys, some younger. The culture gets root from within their ranks, no longer imposed by me. I can sleep well, knowing the indelible mark is being left, deep. Each day, they did this of their own initiative. What else would I imagine doing with my days? Thank you, Lord, for allowing me such privilege to forge young men, young men who will lead tomorrow.
Men For Others…the Jesuit mantraAd Majorem Dei Gloria (To God be all the Glory!) …Jesuit Motto.