Faith

Looking in as the Dust Settles: A Note from Matt Fletcher

Now that I’ve had a little time to digest what happened at the Sea of Orange Parade on Saturday, I’m starting to see things a little more clearly. No, I don’t understand why any of this happened. I’ll never understand why these things happen. But I am now able to see just how lucky we are, as Oklahoma State, despite how unlucky we appear to be these last 15 years.

I don’t know what it is about Oklahoma State and the Stillwater community that makes us so strong. So resilient. I’ve never really understood why we are the way we are here. And sometimes I think I take it for granted.

While I worked at the Information Desk in the Union, I regularly spoke with families visiting campus. The parents were always so blown away by how friendly everyone was to them during their visit. My response was always, “That’s just the way we are around here.”

I may not ever be able to put my finger on it. Do we just attract that kind of person here? Is there something in the water? Are we doing something to everyone once they’re here that molds them into the Cowboy Family? I have no idea what it is, but I know I couldn’t live without it.

When I heard the news of what happened at the parade on Saturday, I was far from it. I was in the parade that morning with the OSU Spirit Squads, but we were near the front, right behind President Hargis and Ann. I had already stopped by my office to respond to some emails and made it to the stadium to review the script for the game when we heard what happened.

From there, my day was probably very similar to everyone else’s. I tried wrapping my head around what was going on. I found a quiet place in the stadium, let out some tears, and prayed. Then I headed to the Alumni Center to prepare for the pregame pep rally I help put on. I sat in a hallway with members of the Spirit Squad, including Taylor Collins, the Pistol Pete who helped take victims to Stillwater Medical Center. He never mentioned a thing about it.

As a matter of fact, no one said anything. The hallway that is usually filled with energy and laughter was completely silent. No one spoke. Most buried their heads in their phones, trying to get the latest information. Some fought back tears. We were told the pep rally was canceled but The Walk was still happening. When we loaded up to head outside, the students had one of those moments that made me proud to get to work with them. “Let’s get out there and put some smiles on those faces,” Preston Whitlaw, the other Pistol Pete, said in hopes of rallying the troops. And they sure rallied.

Having the game on Saturday was a tough decision for our administrators. Looking back, I agree with the decision completely. In the moment, we were all unsure how we were going to get through it. Our job is a little unique on game days. No matter what the situation, whether we’re losing by 80 points or there is a horrific wreck at the Homecoming Parade, it is our job to rally our fans into having a good time.

I was incredibly proud of our students for pulling together the way they did during the game. As someone who also had to “fake it” during the game, I know it wasn’t an easy task. But it did get easier once we got everyone into Boone Pickens Stadium. As it has been mentioned by several others, it felt good being in there with the OSU Family. Personally, my most comforting moment was during pregame when I got to lead the Orange Power chant. The fans got going and I closed my eyes on the 50 yard line for just a few seconds and listened. It felt like I was getting a hug from 59,000 people.

The OSU Family is special. I hate to admit, but it’s something I take for granted far too often. But in situations like this, I’m incredibly happy to have them on my side. I just hate that we keep having these moments to prove how strong we are.

But that thought reminded me of a lesson I tried to teach a few weeks ago, when I was privileged with the opportunity to speak to FCA. In my talk, I spoke to the students about 1 Corinthians 10 where God says you will not be tempted with more than you can handle. I told them that when you are going through difficult times in life, it helps to look at it as a compliment from God, because he will not put you through something you cannot deal with.

And maybe that’s a way to look at all of this. We talk about these last 15 years and the tragedies the OSU Family has had to pull together for over and over. Although it’s heart breaking, maybe we can also take it as a compliment from God. At least He knows that the Cowboys are strong enough to pull together in difficult times like this and be an example.

And although we’ll never fully heal from this horrible event, I know we’re going to continue on and stand strong as a family. I know this because I’ve already seen it happening. I saw it in our Spirit Squad’s rally during the game. I saw it Sunday night when more than 1,000 students showed up for the candlelight vigil at the Student Union. And I see it in every picture of hospital visits, fulfilled GoFundMe pages, and tokens of remembrance at the pole on Hall of Fame and Main.

I love this family. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. 

- Matt

This was a guest post written by my good friend, Matt Fletcher, the Fan Development Coordinator at Oklahoma State University Athletics. Big thanks to him for contributing to Cliff Notes on such a difficult topic in light of the recent tragedy surrounding the Oklahoma State University family. 

 

Life's a Puzzle. Do it.

I like puzzles, but only when I know what they're supposed to look like when they're finished. If someone hands me a 500 piece puzzle in a plastic bag, but I have no idea what the finished product is supposed to look like, it doesn't usually work for me. Even if all 500 pieces are there, I still have to know what colors go where and what shades make up each of the borders, otherwise, it's no puzzle for me. It would just take too long to figure out. I don't have the patience. 

Sometimes life feels just like this. It feels like a giant puzzle that you're given all the pieces to but don't know what the end product is supposed to look like. You have all the right pieces, but you're not sure where they all go, so you have to piece them all together slowly but surely as they come. I guess that's why we have a lifetime to figure it all out.

I've felt like this a lot lately. I'm going through situations, interviewing for jobs and facing difficulties that only make sense now because of what I've experienced in the past. It's as if I was given the pieces a long time ago, and they're just now fitting together, whereas before I was just sitting there with those pieces thinking, "Why do I even have these?"

It's as if everything happens for a reason, as cliche as that is. Could there really be some great, Puzzle Master handing out all the pieces to everyone, in order for everyone to work out there own puzzle at their own pace. I'd bet my puzzle on it. Some puzzles are bigger than others, some are different shapes and some are different colors. Some puzzles have smaller pieces, others have bigger pieces and some take longer to solve than others. The point is this: life can be puzzling at times, and we don't always know why we're holding the piece we are until we find the corresponding piece. Sometimes, that takes years. 

My very first internship in college was an events internship at the university's library. Since then, I've had several other event-related jobs, without ever actually trying to have event-related jobs. Weird, right? Now, I'm applying for an events-related job at a major concert/sports venue. Will I get the job? I don't know, but I do know I have the puzzle pieces to match it. In this unique case, it's not like I was every trying to collect 'events' puzzle pieces; They often just seemed to be handed to me. For now, I'm not sure, but it may seem they were handed to me for a reason. I can't wait to find out.

What pieces are being handed your way? Do you like the shape and size of them? If you do, great! If you don't, keep holding on to them. You never know when their corresponding pieces might show up.

-Cliff

-Cliff's Note: Life can be puzzling at times, and we don't always know why we're holding the puzzle piece we are . . . until we find the corresponding piece.

 

 

So You've Found Your 'Calling;' Now What?

On the kitchen wall of the family's home I live in here in Australia reads this verse from Ephesians 4:

"Live a life worthy of the calling you've received."

If only it were that easy (sigh). It's always easier said than done.

If finding and answering my calling in life was as easy as finding and answering the calls on my iPhone, life would be easy. Unfortunately though, we can't pick life up in one hand and swipe it to the right in order to discover what's next. It usually takes lots of prayer, thought, obedience and more prayer. There's just something about finding life's 'calling' that all people strive for. We all want to love our careers and be able to explore our passions and share those passions with others in order to make some sort of a difference in the world. It's something I've thought about and prayed for a lot, especially since I've graduated college and begun to travel more and broaden my world view. Since then, God has been faithful, and I believe He's shown me my calling in life, but now that He has, what's next and what do I from here? That's the question.

I believe a lot of our calling's come from our backgrounds and upbringings. If we have past experiences that have had negative or positive impacts on our lives, we're more likely to develop passions in those areas that develop into callings and desires to help fix those problems or improve those impacts through justice and reconciliation. For example, if a person has experienced a chronic illness, they are probably highly likely to have an interest in helping cure that illness and helping those dealing with that illness. This isn't always the case, but in my case, it held true. 

I have a passion and a calling to build community. I have a burning desire to see communities come together and be transformed through the Church. It's my passion to network not just church leaders, but also community leaders together to bring unity and transformation to towns, cities and states. I want to do this by:

  • writing and telling stories in an effort to change culture and
  • casting vision as to why and how congregations can serve those in need
  • creating conversations on key issues with key leaders
  • developing relationships with leaders with the goal of serving them in their call to love their cities

As of now, I have no idea how the Lord is going to work this calling out that He's laid on my heart, but I'm confident that if He's behind, He's going to provide the answers and the resources. I come from a background of communities with many churches, and I truly believe God brought me up in those environments to help establish this calling in my life. As the saying goes:

"Our past doesn't define us, but it shapes us into who we are."

God is doing a work in His people right now to stir a sense of togetherness, and I feel led to serve in that work in whatever way He calls me to. I believe in the power of unity and in the prayer Jesus prayed hours before He was crucified when He prayed that we, His followers, would be one, as He and the Father are One, so that the world may know Him (John 17). 

I write this not to boast in a calling, but to ask for help and guidance with this calling. I write this as an encouragement to anyone else who is exploring their calling and at a loss for what's next. Pray, seek counsel and seek vision from others. We must keep pursuing our passions, stewarding the gift's He's given us well and believing that the Lord is indeed with us and has gone before us. A 'calling' isn't always a job or a career; sometimes it's just doing the thing that you love to do and sharing that thing with others. If you want to be a writer, blog. If you want to be an athlete, go play pick-up games with friends. If you want to be a musician, play with your church worship band. Pursue passion.  

As I said earlier, I'm still praying and seeking what these next steps are with the calling I've received. I would love anyone's help, support or vision if you have any insight, thoughts or ideas (or if you share the same passion that would be amazing too), so please comment or get in touch with me if you have anything you'd like to share. We can grab a cup of coffee or have a FaceTime session. As for now, I'll continue to fill auto part orders in a warehouse in Adelaide, Australia knowing that I am where I am now for a reason and that it is only preparing me for something more in the future. 

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Don't try to change the world, but instead find something you love to do and do it every day. Through that and the passion that comes from that, the world will change. 

Why Jesus Knows it all and I don't

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If you could wake up tomorrow with any superpower, what super power would you want?

The ability to fly? Invisibility? Being extremely rich to turn into the next Batman or Ironman?

I used to be a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger, and that was okay, but I think now I'd pick the ability to teleport so I could be anywhere at any time in an instant . . . it seems like a good way to see the world at a low cost without having to rely on frequent flyer miles. Honestly though, Some super powers are just better than others. For instance, I'd much rather have super strength than the ability to tie my shoe laces with my mind. That would be lame . . . like so lame I might not even show it for show and tell day. Another super power that, personally, would be rough to have would be the ability to know everything. Just think, you may always get A's in school, but you'd always know what people thought about you . . . the good and the bad and you probably wouldn't have many friends because you'd be a (here it comes) "know-it-all." Really, I just think there's one Person that could have that super power and be able to pull it off well, and thankfully He does.

In the Bible, there is a really special underlying story that takes place in John 13, 18 and 21 between Jesus and Peter. Most commonly, this is the story of Peter's denial of Jesus, but in reality there is so much more to it than that.

In John chapter 13, Jesus predicts that Peter will deny him, while Peter is convinced that he would easily lay down his life for Jesus. Then, in chapter 18, we read that not only does Peter not lay down his life for Jesus, but he openly denies even knowing Him THREE times. That would be like me denying that I even know my best friend not once, not twice, but three times in public while I've actually gone to school with him, ate with him and shared life with him for three years . . . not to mention he's also standing in front of a jury about to be convicted of a crime I personally know he did not commit.

Ouch.

However, in chapter 21 we find Jesus offering Peter a chance for not only redemption, but also a chance to see why Jesus is still bros with Peter, post-denial. Jesus has defeated death by this point and has resurrected from the dead. Now, He's just making the occasional guest appearance at disciple events and proving that He is indeed alive. The disciples have just come back from a morning of fishing when they see Jesus on the shore waving them in for breakfast. As they sit by the fire, Jesus has this amazing conversation with Peter that goes a little bit like this:

Jesus: "Do you love me?"
Peter: "Yes, Lord. You know I love you."
Jesus: "Feed my lambs. Do you love me?"
Peter: "Yes, Lord. You know I love you."
Jesus: "Tend my sheep. Do you love me?"
Peter (probably slightly irritated at this point at being asked the same question three times and references to sheep): "Lord, you know everything; you know I love you."
Jesus: "Feed my sheep."

Don't get me wrong, the fact that Jesus let Peter redeem himself three times after he denied Him three times is a beautiful picture, but what's even more spectacular to me is the way Peter says Jesus knows He loves him. It's this beautiful picture of Peter knowing Jesus loves Him despite his mistakes. Even though Jesus knew Peter would deny him, Jesus still knew Peter's true heart. Regardless of what Peter's flesh did, Jesus still knew Peter's true love for Him because Jesus, being Lord of all, has the gift of knowing everything. Jesus knows us. He knows me, and He knows you. Regardless of how broken and messed up we as humans can be, He knows where our hearts truly reside.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Despite our flesh failing, Jesus' love doesn't, and we can know that because He knows us. 

What I'm Reading:
Wild at Heart by John Eldridge
The letter of First Peter