Stardate 08.31.2026
Yesterday began with a message from my tennis captain.
Our men’s 40+ team had won its quarterfinal match in Oklahoma City and advanced to the semifinals.
We won.
About an hour later, my team captain sent me a text. We were headed to the finals.
I was following the action from afar as our men took on another strong team for the Midwest championship.
We came very close.
Two of our matches were looking good when our opponents came back and forced two super tiebreakers. In a super tiebreaker, the first team to reach ten points wins.
We only needed to win one.
We lost both.
Another heartbreaker.
At the end of the tournament, we were the second-best team in the Midwest.
That is something to be proud of.
We fell short in our state championship match at the end of last season. Then we were awarded a wild-card invitation to this tournament.
The men worked hard. They stayed committed. They earned their way into the Midwest final.
Now we start over.
The new season begins today.
We are a work in progress.
One percent better every day.
That phrase would follow me throughout my Sunday.
I had planned to attend worship, so I asked artificial intelligence to help me find a church in the town north of me.
I drove there but couldn't find the church.
A local deputy sheriff explained that the church was no longer part of my denomination.
I searched again.
The closest early service was across the state line in Kansas, so I went.
When the pastor began speaking, I knew I was where God wanted me to be.
He had a deep voice that reminded me of James Earl Jones. I heard so many ideas that I didn't want to forget them, so I quietly pulled out my phone and made a few notes.
The message was about Jeremiah.
Jeremiah's father was a priest. He had been trained to follow in his father's footsteps.
God had another plan.
Jeremiah was called to become a prophet.
His message wasn't popular. He was warning people about the coming destruction of Jerusalem. People wanted him to stop talking.
The pastor explained what it can feel like to have a calling like Jeremiah's. Jeremiah even declared that he had been duped by God.
Then came the sentence that stayed with me.
Your calling must be stronger than your comfort.
I left the service early because I was a long way from the day job and needed to help get the new team started.
When I punched in, I felt a new energy.
New inspiration seemed to fill every cell in my body.
I hadn't eaten breakfast because of the early start, yet I had energy.
I spent the entire day outside.
The temperature reached 100º.
I had the option to rotate with teammates who were working inside. They were comfortable.
I wanted to build the new team in the toughest circumstances.
Then my teammates made their own choice.
They had the option to rotate inside too.
They stayed outside with me.
At some point during the day, I told them what I wanted from them.
My goal was simple.
I wanted them to become 1% better every day.
For life.
They committed to it.
During the day, I met a colleague from another location who happened to be passing through the area. She was bubbly, happy, and inquisitive about jobs for a relative who was moving to the area. She was also curious about why I was so far from home.
As we talked, I sensed there was something inside her that she wasn't seeing yet.
I told her I was sort of a coach for the new hires.
Then I told her what I saw.
Potential.
Sometimes someone else sees something in us before we see it ourselves.
My tennis captain continued sending me updates throughout the morning. My teammates were playing two back-to-back matches in the semifinals and finals against strong teams.
They came up short in the championship match by just a few points.
One match away.
Second-best team in the Midwest.
A work in progress.
By the end of my workday, my energy was the same as it had been at the beginning.
I went next door to the steakhouse.
I rehydrated, enjoyed my meal, and sat with the day for a while.
This morning, during meditation, the pastor's voice came back to me.
Your calling must be stronger than your comfort.
I thought about Jeremiah.
I thought about my tennis teammates.
I thought about the new team standing beside me in 100º heat.
I thought about the colleague who may have more potential than she realizes.
Then I thought about the commitment my new teammates made.
One percent better every day.
For life.
Paul wrote:
"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."
Galatians 6:9
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Captain's Addendum
Bones: Michael, you spent the day in 100º heat and somehow came out with more energy than you started with.
Spock: Fascinating. The Captain appears to have discovered an alternative power source.
Bones: Don't encourage him, Spock. He'll make the rest of us try it.
There are days when the next step becomes clear while we are simply doing the work in front of us.
Yesterday gave me one of those days.
The new team has begun.
The tennis team begins again.
And this morning, I am still thinking about that one percent.
One percent better. Every day.
