Reflections from A. Storm…
The Parable of the Talents
“Again, it will be like a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted his property to them. To one he gave five talents of money, to another two talents, and to another one talent, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. The man who had received the five talents went at once and put his money to work and gained five more. So also, the one with the two talents gained two more. But the man who had received the one talent went off, dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money.
After a long time the master of those servants returned and settled accounts with them. The man who had received the five talents brought the other five. ‘Master,’ he said, ‘you entrusted me with five talents. See, I have gained five more.’
“His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’
The man with the two talents also came. ‘Master,’ he said, ‘you entrusted me with two talents; see, I have gained two more.’
His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’
“Then the man who had received the one talent came. ‘Master,’ he said, ‘I knew that you are a hard man, harvesting where you have not sown and gathering where you have not scattered seed. So I was afraid and went out and hid your talent in the ground. See, here is what belongs to you.’
His master replied, ‘You wicked, lazy servant! So you knew that I harvest where I have not sown and gather where I have not scattered seed? Well then, you should have put my money on deposit with the bankers, so that when I returned I would have received it back with interest.
‘Take the talent from him and give it to the one who has the ten talents. For everyone who has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. And throw that worthless servant outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ – Matthew 25:14-28
Like many, I was saddened by the news of NC State Basketball Coach Kay Yow’s passing after a two decades long battle with breast cancer. I won’t get into statistics, but relative to other coaches in the basketball world, she was one of the best. However, in the wake of her passing, I am more compelled by the legacy she left behind and what she meant to the game of basketball and to my life in general. She was, without a doubt, a great coach, but even more so a wonderful person and faithful follower of Jesus. Her contributions to the game of basketball can only be overlooked for her contributions into the lives of young women everywhere.
For those that engage me in casual conversation or meet me just briefly, I might not mention that I played basketball at any point in my life and, seeing as how I am hardly tall enough to ride carnival rides, it’s definitely not something you would naturally assume. That being said, I have spent much of my adult life and teaching career neglecting the relevance of the game of basketball in my life. When we grow older, new things become important and we feel called to turn away from those things of the past, but in light of Coach Yow’s death I feel so convicted to the calling that basketball had for me. Our God is mysterious in the ways he chooses to guide our path and, I understand that He could have chosen any number of mediums for me to excel, any particular friends to shape my life, and any profession for me to be a part of… BUT, He didn’t. He chose to give me basketball. When I was eleven, I began to receive my first letters from colleges expressing interest in me playing basketball for them in the future. One of the first letters I received was from Coach Yow and, I’m pretty sure if you went to my mom’s house today, then you would find the letter folded away with numerous other childhood memories.
Belief is a funny thing… Because the moment you think someone believes in you, you start to share that belief yourself and so it went for me and my basketball career. While there were many peaks and valleys through the years, I can’t deny the influence that basketball had on me in high school and also in college. Like I said before, God could have used any method of His pleasing to guide my path, but he chose to use basketball to take me to college in Florida, where I met my best friend, and was led to Christ. And, despite the fact that the day came for my playing career to be over was met with great relief and joy, I had no idea that He would continue to use this game to shape other parts of my life. For several years after I came to know the Lord, I had a sense of regret that I was never able to glorify Him through one of my favorite things: basketball. But, as it turns out, He has actually used my past, with basketball and without me having a knowledge of Him. to serve me as an adult. For it is because of this very game that I was able to become a teacher… Turns out being a good basketball player in high school helps with finding a job. And, he used my old teammates (cough – Randi Jones – cough) to get me connected with FCA which is a ministry that helped me meet Christ and continues to help me grow and be renewed in Him, and help other athletes and students of mine do the same. Truly, this list goes on.
In the parable of the talents, the master gives talents to three men and each man uses his talents differently. Obviously, he is most pleased with the man who multiplied his talents and made the most of them. He was faithful with his lot and God entrusted him with more. So, I write this story not for any particular reason other than to say that it’s never to late to use your talents for God’s glory. I truly thought that I had been like the last man that took his talent and buried it for fear of losing it and; rightly so, had it taken away. But, that was not necessarily the case because God continues to use basketball in my life and helps me to know that this is a gift that can continue to be used, shared, and multiplied.
I started this story talking about a woman who used her talents to share and multiply with many. I continue to be grateful for her contributions to this game that means so much to my life. Thank you Coach Yow for your faithfulness to the gift that God granted you and for sharing that gift with so many of us. Rest in peace,
Coach Kay Yow: 1942 – 2009