Something happened in the fall of 1976 that sent shockwaves through the senior class of Edina-East High School in Edina, Minnesota. During the Homecoming Day ceremonies, nine guys and nine girls—the homecoming court—lined up to find out who would become the new king and queen. Last year's queen held a crown as she walked back and forth, preparing to crown the new king, faking left and faking right before she finally put the crown on the head of the most unlikely candidate among the guys' side of the court, and probably in the history of Edina homecoming kings. Yep, that was my head: Pastor Matt Woodley.
All the guys on the homecoming court—including the really cool captains of the Edina-East hockey team—looked down the row and said, "Woodley?" And then all the really cool girls looked down their row and said, "Woodley?" Hey, I was more shocked than all of them. On my best days, I was semi-cool—but I was definitely not really cool. (Of course, I had also recruited campaign managers for all of the lower classes, which is where I cleaned up on votes.)
This unbelievable turn of events ushered me into about 45 minutes of fame. I got to crown and kiss (on the cheek) Cathy Wright, who was the homecoming queen (and my secret crush for over a year). At the football game the next night, I got to wear my crown, sit by Cathy, and ride in a Cadillac convertible.
I have to admit that those 45 minutes were pretty amazing. I felt important. I felt significant. I felt like I mattered—to the senior class of 1977, to Cathy Wright, and to all the really cool people at Edina-East.
According to the Bible, there's a word for what I was feeling—it's the word "glory." We don't use that ...
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