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New Years Eve, 1974

Pam and I had a very uneventful New Year’s Eve this year. We just stayed home and did nothing. No parties. No stepping outside to watch the fireworks downtown. Pretty boring. Part of the problem is that I’m still (still!) sick, this time with what seems to be bronchitis. The other issue is that nobody invited us anywhere, and we didn’t invite anyone over.

I was trying to remember memorable New Year’s Eve parties I’ve attended. Last year’s comes to mind, because a good friend came over during the party at our house with the news that he and his wife were done (her doing). I ended up talking to him a long time about that. I remember a few others that were nothing special. But the one that stands out goes clear back to my junior year in high school, in 1974.

At the beginning of the school year, we moved to Pixley, Calif., where Dad began pastoring his first church. I had left a dynamic youth group where kids were getting saved right and left; that was in Lake Havasu City, Ariz. At Pixley, I found a much smaller youth group which was characterized by established relationships and pretty much no spiritual spark. I found it very difficult to “break in,” and that’s a big issue when you’re a self-conscious teen.

The youth group leader, Wayne, hosted a New Year’s Eve party at the church. And that night, especially as we played game after game of Tripoley, I laughed and laughed and mixed it up with the others in the group. And that night, for the first time, I felt like I was accepted into their circles. I went on to develop some really good relationships with those teens, and things of a spiritual nature happened.

Also things of a not-so-spiritual nature, like the kick-butt basketball team we formed for the summer park league–the only church team, and I think we took second place. One night, after I severely outplayed the guy guarding me on an all-black team, mainly because he was half drunk, that guy came at me with a crowbar after the game. He felt like he had been humiliated in front of his friends, even though I was smart enough to avoid any trash talking with this particular fellow. Something kept him from swinging, and considering his rage at me, I’ve always marveled that I got away unscathed. He did kick my car as I finally made my escape. Ah, those were good times!

Anyway, that party was a breakthrough in helping me feel “included.” And that was a really big deal.

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