- Mike Broadway
- Mike hopes to see the world turned upside down through local communities banding together for social change, especially churches which have recognized the radical calling to be good news to the poor, to set free the prisoners and oppressed, and to become the social embodiment of the reign of God on earth as it is in heaven. He lives with his wife, and near his children, in Austin, TX, and commutes to Durham, NC. He also shares his life with the Mt. Level Missionary Baptist Church in Durham, the faculty and students of Shaw University Divinity School in Raleigh, NC, and the faithful fans of Duke and Baylor Basketball in his neighborhood.
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
That makes 126 golf balls. I tossed them around the yard for an egg hunt for the young adult chirrens.
They groaned about having an egg hunt. Lydia even made the excuse that she had homework to do. What's up with that? I mean, they are only 19 to 24 years old. Surely they still like egg hunting.
Everly said it was because there was no candy reward. We made the strategic mistake of handing out all the candy at lunch time. So we came up with an other reward. That made sense. The egg hunts back in the day usually had a few eggs with money in them. We did a little math, grouping the factors 7 x 3 x 3 x 2 until we came up with a plan.
I announced a bounty of $1 for every three golf balls, and they flew out of the house to get their share of $42. I got just what I wanted: David, Naomi, Lydia, Megan, and Casie (Lydia's buddies from Baylor who live too far away to go home for the long weekend) giggling and running around the yard like old times.
We tallied up the collections: 19, 22, 23, 27, and 33. Of course, David has always taken on egg hunts as serious business, and he got the most. I think it's time for him to go professional. All but two golf balls got picked up. We rounded up to the nearest dollar, then scrounged together dollar bills, dollar coins, quarters, fives, and tens. Everybody got a nice payout.
The joy kept on giving. W.D. came in the next morning having found one of the stray golf balls, and he was as happy as could be.
These few minutes of joyful play are not all that we did on Easter. Earlier in the day, we worshiped at First Baptist Church, Austin, where I raised the eyebrows of the girls by singing loudly on all the harmony parts. Roger Paynter preached an excellent sermon, almost slipping into a hoop, about the way that the greeting from Jesus to the Marys was one word that changed everything. One good turn of phrase said, "He had us from 'Hello.'" Out front of the sanctuary, church members had brought and placed flowers on the Easter Cross.
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