In the middle of 5th grade, my family moved from Knoxville, TN to Frankfort, IN. I remember some of those last four months of 5th grade. One of the most vivid was my encounter on the playground with one individual.

I can't remember his name. I really can't remember what he looked like then, and there is no way I'd be able to pick him out of a lineup today.

I don't remember being ostracized in 5th grade in my new school in Frankfort. So why I acted the way that I did that day, I really have no idea.

In Indiana, basketball is king. Frankfort Senior High School has a dome gym that seats around 5,000 at max capacity. I think it's one of only two high school dome gymnasiums in the country. Anyway, some of the most hilarious moments in high school would be going up from the student section to where my parents sat during the basketball games and listening to all of the 80-year-old-plus women cursing and yelling at the referees.

I didn't play much basketball when we lived in Knoxville. I remember being on a team. I think we were decent. I was horrible. But it wasn't a year-round obsession. Once we moved to Indiana, I definitely learned to fake that it was that important to me...you know...in order to have friends.

It was recess time one day at my new elementary school in Frankfort. I remember being on the basketball court. I don't remember if there was a game going on, or if people were just shooting around, or how many people were actually on the court. I do remember standing in front of this other kid, he had the basketball, I wanted it, so I punched him in the stomach.

I think he went and told on me. I remember being called out of class by the principal and being told, "If your father wasn't a new pastor in town, I would paddle you right now out here in the hallway."

I've always wondered where that kid is today. And if he remembers that day. And if I happened to run into him, if he's not a believer and I told him that I'm a youth pastor, would he would laugh his head off and walk away, or would he be open to hearing the Good News.