Do It Again


I wrapped up another week of coaching basketball to elementary and middle school kids last week, and I find myself in a position similar to one I’ve been in the past few years.

This is my 3rd year coaching this group, and my 5th year of being involved with the camp.

It is exhausting. The days are long, the kids don’t always listen, and I can’t keep up with them like I used to.

So, every year about this time, I wonder, “Is all of this worth it?”

The late nights, the fast food dinners*, the changing the in the bathroom, the sore throats from yelling, the occasional headaches, the emails and phone calls at work that don’t get returned.

Is it worth it to put all my “priorities” aside for a week and chase a bunch of kids around a loud gym?

Yes. Because when my new buddy Dre comes up to me on the last day of camp and he’s crying because camp is over, it’s worth It.

Yes.  Because when one of my kids from last summer meets me as I walk in the door to give me a bear hug, it’s worth it.

Yes. Because when it’s my time to share stories from The Bible and there are 80 to 100 pairs of eyes listening to every word I say, it’s worth it.

Yes. Because when a girl who obviously has never heard the Gospel asks me questions about Jesus and then goes home that night to memorize her Bible verse, it’s worth it.

All of the fatigue, frustration, planning meetings that I don’t really want to attend, and even the pie in the face I got on Friday night when the girls beat the boys in a fundraising contest. All of it is worth it.

Because for a few hours last week, I wasn’t boring old insurance man peddling my general liability wares.

I was Coach Warner.

And I wouldn’t choose anywhere else in the world than being Coach to that group of kids.



*The young me can’t believe the adult me even contemplates this but yes, I have to own up to the fact that there really aren’t many nutritious and healthy options in the drive through line. One night, I ate 2 packages of peanut butter and crackers for dinner and I felt like I had a real-life hangover the next day.