Back in the dark, lonely corners of last winter, I fell privy to some information about a new gymnasium we were building here at the Hood. In honor of a man who spent years presenting the gospel to boys through basketball clinics, we were giving this new building a name cooler than Sports Complex.
Without being asked, purely for fun, I designed a logo for this new building. I figured we could use it on a flyer or some other marketing material. With a shrug of low expectancy, I showed it to some higher ups and it sat on desks collecting dust for a few months.
Fast forward to floor design meetings and find a shocked little girl, stunned at the news of her beloved logo being inlaid in center court.
Dear. sweet. Jesus. are. you. kidding. me.
This is one project that I’ll always look back on with fondness. I love this logo. I’m not sure if it’s possible to be proud of my work and feel humbled at the same time, but that’s the only way to describe my emotions at the moment. I wonder if I’ll always look at it with joy and awe, or if I’ll grow dull to the fact that my work is 15 times the size of me. I hope not.
I was eating lunch today and a co-worker approached me and told me how rad the logo is; I was apparently oozing with excitement and joy because one of the girls I was eating with made an awesome observation. She said, “it just gives you a little glimpse into the joy God feels when He observes His creation.”
I’m glad that even small circumstances like logos on basketball courts are still designed to push me toward the cross and all of God’s goodness that comes from it.