Tonight I am taking part in the weekly Southern West Virginia tradition of “Friday Night Lights.” It is a home game for the Princeton Senior High School Tigers and they will be playing Oak Hill High School. Now, why would I title a post about Mt. Hope, when the opponent is Oak Hill. Well, the truth of the matter is that my Alma Mater, Mt. Hope High School, is no more. 😦
Yesterday, I was thinking about this upcoming game and I happened to be driving by the old hometown, so I drove through for the thirty second tour. I saw my old home – doesn’t appear that anyone is living there these days and saw many of the routes I would have walked around this little town in Fayette County. I even took time to drive up to the old school which amazingly looked a lot like this picture, except that now the school is home to people who are working on the new Summit Bechtel Reserve – a project of the Boy Scouts of America.
All this reminiscing got me thinking about growing up in that small town and what it truly meant to me. While there, I was the middle son of three boys. My younger brother, Kevin, works for the Wirt County School system as a Technology Integration Specialist, after working many years there as the Wirt County Band Director. It has always amazed me that Kevin went on to lead the Wirt Tiger Band for so many years after being a part of the small band at MHHS. (Band was something that all three of the Sears boys had in common in high school and now I live in a town that has one of the premier High School Bands in WV!) Jack, my older brother, works for the Boy Scouts of America in Jacksonville, Fl. (Go figure, another link to this tiny high school that is no more…)
And then there is me – the middle child and the one who went on to yet another area of service – pastoral ministry. Some may say that I chose this particular path because my birth order. I know that it is more than that – I have certainly been called to serve in this way but I know my experience as a middle child often weighs heavy on the way that I lead as pastor. (Middle kids tend to be peacemakers or brokers of deals between parties. Because I know this about myself, I have a tendency to “correct” it by leading more directly through conflict situations along with the help of my great coach.) Although, I must admit…it is always hard to break those old habits!
It is always fun for me to discover “systems” things about my colleagues and partners in ministry and wonder how things from their past work into their present and our future. Daily, I am learning new things about the great people I work with at First Princeton UMC and I can hardly wait to learn about our new Episcopal leader and all the gifts that she will bring to our Conference – who knows, maybe she has a closed high school in her past or brothers and sisters that have impacted her!
My brothers have a wonderful and positive influence on me in my ministry. And even though the three of us no longer have a High School that we can call home, tonight, as I cheer for the Tigers of PSHS, I will be watching for glimpses on those old Mt. Hope Mustangs in the opposing team.
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Wow! I remember those three guys! You all haven’t changed a bit!! I had my own recollections of Friday Night Lights last week as I went with my oldest son, Parker, to his first (and my first in about 25 years) high school football game.I couldn’t help but to compare everything to MHHS, the stadium (not stone seats, but metal), the football team (not Blue and Gold, but Red, White and Blue) and of course the Band. In my feeble memories, our band will always sound the best! Blessings to you on your new appointment! If you ever make it to Virginia as a pastor – let me know.
Laura, thanks for taking the time to read! You would be surprised how much we have changed!! (LOL) I am sure I will have many of those memories tonight and will be thinking of my brothers at the same time. Peace!
Scott my elementary, jr high and high school are no longer around or are standing empty. We sold mom’s house (after 6 years on the market ), so now I have no ties to the town I grew up in. Kinda sad after having someone or something there for 59 years.
Laurie, I can certainly hear the loss that is there. Sometimes we feel like we just need a PLACE that we know as well as we know ourselves. I don’t know where that comes from, but I know it is there.
Really great post and pics!