Thursday, August 28, 2008

A different take on the big sports story of the day.



The NFL has decided that embattled Defensive Back Adam "Pacman" Jones can come back and play after being suspended for the past 16 months. The suspension was handed down after 10 separate run ins with the law. But he says he's learned for all the past mistakes and is ready to be a model representative of the NFL.

Object Lesson Time...

Adam Jones has, at best, been running in the wrong crowd. At worst, he's knowingly made and then repeated transgressions against his fellow man. But here's the kicker, so have you and I. But a God's radical grace covers our transgressions, and covers might be the wrong word. Our sins aren't just covered but wiped away...they no longer exist. If they were simply covered over a Holy God could not abide within us and a the Kingdom of God promised in Revelation, where God and his people could live together, couldn't happen.
Probably a bad example but... You and your buddy go camping. Do to an unfortunate series of circumstances he gets sprayed by a family of skunks. He bathes and changes clothes, but alas the smell remains. That's because that skunk smell can't be covered up by new clothes, deodorant and soap. The particles of skunk smell can't be covered...they have to be neutralized(thanks for the education on skunk smell Mythbusters). That's the deal with our sin. It can't be covered up it has to be neutralized. The sacrifice made at the cross is our tomato sauce, it has the right components to neutralize the sin.
Because we all have been sprayed by the sin skunk but have received the neutralizing effects of Jesus' blood through nothing we've done but simply by God's grace, we are in no position to look at anyone else in judgment. Instead we get this wonderful opportunity when someone like Adam Jones comes along. We get to share in the freeing feeling of complete forgiveness. There is an amazing joy and peace in it.
So, instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop on Pacman and scrutinizing every move, I'm going to cheer for the guy. I'm not only cheering for him on the field, to be fair...I'm a Cowboys fan, so that was, most likely, going to happen anyway. I'm going to cheer for a man who says he's made a change, and my prayer is that he would find more in living in the way of righteousness and not the shadows of worldly living.

And also a prayer of thanksgiving...because I don't smell like skunk, literally or in the spiritual since.

“Therefore, the kingdom of heaven is like a king who wanted to settle accounts with his servants. As he began the settlement, a man who owed him ten thousand talents was brought to him. Since he was not able to pay, the master ordered that he and his wife and his children and all that he had be sold to repay the debt.

“The servant fell on his knees before him. ‘Be patient with me,’ he begged, ‘and I will pay back everything.’ The servant’s master took pity on him, canceled the debt and let him go.

“But when that servant went out, he found one of his fellow servants who owed him a hundred denarii.He grabbed him and began to choke him. ‘Pay back what you owe me!’ he demanded.

“His fellow servant fell to his knees and begged him, ‘Be patient with me, and I will pay you back.’

“But he refused. Instead, he went off and had the man thrown into prison until he could pay the debt. When the other servants saw what had happened, they were greatly distressed and went and told their master everything that had happened.

“Then the master called the servant in. ‘You wicked servant,’ he said, ‘I canceled all that debt of yours because you begged me to. Shouldn’t you have had mercy on your fellow servant just as I had on you?’ In anger his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed.

“This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart.”

Matthew 18:23-35 , NIV



Saturday, August 23, 2008

My Olympic Memory


The Summer Games always bring up the same memory for me.


12 years ago, when the Olympics were in Atlanta, I went to Church camp in June. I don't remember much specific about the week that makes it stand out except...

The daily "Quiet Time" sheets we were given all had an Olympic theme. One, in particular...



Derek Redmond had trained all his life to run in the Olympics. In 1988, he was about to get his chance but, with minutes until the first heat started Redmond had to pull out of the race with an Achilles injury. After 4 more years of training and thinking of the lost opportunity, Redmond once again prepared to run his race.
Halfway into the race, Derek heard a pop in his leg and felt a shooting pain. Derek fell to the ground, unable to stand, much less run. As he struggled to his feet and began to hop on one foot toward the finish line a man ran out of the crowd. Derek's father Jim broke free from the crowd of 65,000, ran past a security guard and reached out to his son. Together, side by side, Derek and Jim made there way to the finish line.


I didn't see it happen at the time. I have since watched the tape. But 12 years ago I read about it and it impacted me. I think the point of the Devotional sheet was about finishing the race. But, I remember thinking about a father watching his son, wanting to see him succeed and ready to jump out of his seat and get involved in a side-by-side effort with his child that would have never accepted his help before that moment.

It's my opinion, that God sits and waits...wanting nothing more then to give us all the help we could ever need, but we fail to ask and would never accept any help we didn't understand. But God's word tells us...

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.

Jeremiah 29:11-13 (New International Version)
I find the story of Derek and Jim Redmond shows us a picture of a fathers love. And if that's a human father loving his son, how much more will our heavenly father love us.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Short time

As you may have heard....Gene Upshaw, Executive Director of the NFL Players Association, died last night at 63 from pancreatic cancer.





Upshaw did not learn of the fatal growth until Sunday. After a hall of fame career as a guard for the Oakland Raiders and then a quarter of a century at the top of the players union the end came that quickly.
It reminds me that each day is a gift that we, all too often, take for granted and waste. Each time we wake we have a mandate to use that time for the glory of the Kingdom, and we never know just when the sand will run out of our hourglass.

My thoughts and prayers are with the Upshaw family in the coming days and weeks. But my prayer is also that I be the best sterward I can be of the time given to me.

See Ya.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Welcome to another corner of the already jammed sports blogosphere.

As I've gotten involved in the sports blogosphere over the past few months, I've noticed something missing.

As a Christian sports fan I wondered about looking for a Christian alternative to the average sports blog.

Since, I've found none, I decided to make a very average sports blog with a Christian lean to it.

Don't get me wrong, the blogs out there give some great content and I see no reason to stop reading or contributing to your favorite site out there anymore then you stop watching secular news programs or reading secular newspapers. I write for www.pyleoflist.com and I see no reason to stop. I simply think we should look at life through the Christian filter from time to time.

As for the name. In the late 90's I had a mentor and friend who had Sunday School bit that poked fun at the stereotypical sports broadcaster. My mentor would take the stage in a shabby sport coat and not quite matching fedora, sit down behind an old antique looking microphone and bring us the local high school football results from friday night as, Al B. Bach. Every so often, Al would have guests like the his protogie, Jus Doit or the Scandanavian duo Sven and Sven. I even jumped in myself as Phil N. Inne when Al was unavailable. At the end of each weeks cheesy jokes and sports info Al or the guests would bring us a lesson about fighting the good fight. As a signoff, Al always said "From the Locker Room of Life, this is Al B. Bach saying, See ya."

So stop by often and send by some friends.

See ya.