For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.
– Paul to Timothy (II Timothy 1:7)

Even though the Colorado Rapids are a great group of guys to work with the environment in professional sports can still feel really intimidating at times.
One of the greatest challenges that I face in my role as chaplain (whether as a hospice chaplain or professional sports chaplain) has been overcoming a spirit of fear, of timidity when it comes to people. Perhaps you have heard the phrase “it’s nice to be wanted” but for the chaplain many times they are not necessarily wanted, or people do not necessarily know that they want or could benefit from a chaplain.
This is more challenging in the professional sports environment because people are not typically as broken – they have health, they earn a high wage, they are entertainers, performers. They do not need God (at least in some minds). They are wary of religion. They do not consider the spiritual. These attitudes can make it difficult to approach and difficult to serve because many times people can misinterpret the presence of a chaplain.
I recently was handing out water and sports drinks to athletes right before a major competition. For me, I saw it as a place to serve, a gap that could be filled; but for one player he saw it differently – “You love doing this (serving water).” The tone for me was difficult to interpret but I took it more in a denigrating way. Almost as if the player was minimizing my role to simply being an over-eager water boy that just wanted to be around pro athletes. I felt my face becoming flush. My spirit started to “turtle” and withdraw. I felt ashamed. I felt timid.
Eventually, anger stirred within me – “doesn’t (he) realize the sacrifice?” I became defensive within my mind and spirit. I want to go back to him and fire off a couple of different responses. I rehearsed how I might have responded having been ready for his remark. I eventually cooled and felt like I wanted to slink away for the rest of my time with the team. The Devil is crafty, friends. Later, that evening I had some significant conversations that had I remained in a spirit of timidity would not have happened.
I can honestly say that no matter the level of education or years of experience that a chaplain may or may not have, each of us faces the difficult and limiting spirit of timidity. But this spirit is not from the Lord – the Lord gives power, love, and self-discipline to us as we minister and serve.
As you consider a chaplain that you might know – no matter the context, no matter the team. Pray that they would tackle timidity. Pray that they would be deeply rooted in God’s Word. Pray that they would be encouraged and reminded that we do not live and minister in a spirit of timidity. But we are empowered by the Lord – to serve and live in power and love and self-discipline.
Blessings,
Rev. Brad Kenney


Last week, the news finally came, Hospice of Saint John would finally be closing its doors. The announcement to staff was not necessarily a surprise as this past July, the 2nd oldest hospice in the United States had to close its 
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But there was something that set the 2010 side apart from other years, other seasons. There was something special in the team that overcame much adversity to win it all and claim their first ever championship. The difference? From this Rev’s viewpoint, that team was much like a family. Let me explain.
It seems (and has been) months since last writing. The long dark tunnel of work towards ordination has consumed my extra time and in making choices I have tried to make conscious decisions about “people over paper” – a clever phrase my best mate and I used during our seminary years to help keep priorities in check.
In the process, while I have been stretched and taxed mentally and emotionally and spiritually (as has my family), there has been a deeper appreciation for the richness of the Body of Christ and the Kingdom of God. Even in my preparations for the Bible exam, I was rediscovering portions of scripture (especially around the prophets) that were giving me fresh vision and renewal in my soul.
I was moved by the recent story of the Portland Timbers and how they worked with the local Make-A-Wish group in order to help an 8 year-old boy’s dream of playing against his heroes true. If you haven’t read the story click
Of course, this story is an “echo.” It is similar to another story that many of us are familiar with. A story that all of us live. It involves people diagnosed with a fatal disease. They are wishing for something or someone who could save them. They are a people who wanted to be honored and elevated in spite of the difficulty of their condition. They are people who long to have hope and to rejoice in life. “They” are us. We are those who, because of the fatality of sin, have been separated from God. We are a people searching for hope, praying for salvation from our damnable state.
He walked with a casual gait. It had been a long, difficult game. Away from the confines of home, it was the team’s first win of the season. A smile. But for him, the game held so much more significance. Two years ago, almost to the day, this young man had left the same stadium but in an ambulance. His leg broken in two different places, he would need emergency surgery to save his leg. His dreams of playing football in jeopardy. April 22. It was Good Friday, but for him perhaps it was too difficult to call anything that day or in the days to follow good. There were many questions about whether there would ever be an Easter-like resurrection for Steve Zakuani.


