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A post about sports by a guy who doesn’t know much about sports.

In the past weeks (read: years), story after story of NFL players are hitting the spotlight.  Horrible life choices, criminal behavior, and lack of self-control are making the headlines.   Mixed in there, certainly, are some players/teams doing charitable work, or getting in trouble for wearing a shirt that says “Jesus” on it.  In some cases, it seems there’s even a decent man among them.   A few men who deserve to be reformed in prison shouldn’t damn the entire enterprise, nor should a few good guys/moments redeem it.

lionsBut all of the speculation and conversation should demand we take a serious look at how and why we support the NFL as an organization, how we hold those involved accountable, and what we sacrifice in order to be entertained.

As Steve Almond writes in his book, “Against Football: One Fan’s Reluctant Manifesto”, if the NFL were being honest about the risks to new players, as they are drafted they would be required to sign a statement that reads:

“I, ________, the undersigned, am aware that the average age of death of an NFL player is, according to the Players Union, up to two decades shorter than normal life expectancy.  Furthermore, I recognize that playing in the League, even in the absence of formally diagnosed concussions, may cause brain damage leading to the loss of cognitive function, depression, disorientation, and suicidal ideation.”

Even the NFL is finally conceding that around 1/3 of it’s players will experience brain trauma. (NFL says it’s probably lower, brain people say it’s probably higher.)  But even if supporting the NFL didn’t make us accomplices to such injury, what about the financial figures?

Almond shares, “In 1948, nearly 9/10 of the revenue earned by the NFL’s best team, the Philadelphia Eagles, came from ticket sales.  The share from radio/TV rights was 3%.  Hardcore fans kept the league afloat, the ones who braved stadiums so cold that players sat bundled in hay to keep warm on the sidelines.  This season, the NFL will receive $5 BILLION in TV rights alone, nearly half its total revenue, and 3x more than MLB earns.”

So here we have one organization, the NFL, that makes over $10 BILLION dollars annually.  Surely, they pour a lot of that good back into their communities, right?  After all, we see promotional pictures of teams visiting the sick/elderly/children/etc. all the time.  Unfortunately, things like this are happening only AFTER tax-payers from those cities have paid hundreds of millions of dollars to provide facilities for their local team to keep playing.  And yes, you read that article right…..even after being largely funded BY those taxpayers, local franchises pay no taxes themselves.

Now football has done a lot of good for people.  Giving people a place where they can use some of their strength and grit in a way our “tech-savvy” world doesn’t have many outlets for.  Calling all ages to enjoy the passion of a body at play.  The long distance throw/catch that seemed to be impossible.  The dodging of defenders all the way down the field as the crowd stands and cheers.  In a moment of remembering, Almond recounts, “Elway ran around like crazy until he spotted something nobody else did, a path to redemption where others saw only ruin.  In the moment of greatest peril, he summoned poise.  In the midst of entropy, he found order.  We all want to find that magic within ourselves.  And failing that, we want to watch as someone else does.”

My question to football fans is, how will we call for a change?  There’s obviously something very good here.  Something that taps into the heart of millions of fans.  But somewhere along the line, we started pretending we didn’t notice the impact it was having on our culture.  We cannot pretend anymore that the injuries aren’t happening…both on and off the field.  Lives are being lost and broken.  We cannot pretend anymore that the financial set up, with its’ heavy burden on cities already suffering with hungry and homeless, is right.  How will we be voices for change, calling for the redemption of a sport we love?

In a recent interview with Mark Edmunson, author of “Why Football Matters“, he talked about viewing NFL players as “heroes”, and mentioned we have a severe lack of heroes in most realms of our world today.  It’d be great if an NFL player did something truly heroic, like demanding some of the issues above were addressed (actually addressed, not simply glazed over as injuries have been for many years).  But as a parent, it definitely made me think consciously about helping my daughters find “heroes” for their own lives.  People who are helping the Kingdom of God to break through.  People who are bringing justice, offering grace, building with love, and sharing the Hope of redemption in the dark corners of our world.  My guess is, it won’t be someone on the astro-turf.  Or, more painful to admit, on the ice…

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Insanity of God…

“I held tight to the psalmist David’s conviction that the weeping and tears might linger for the night, but that joy would come in the morning.  Sadly, after six years in Somalia, each morning brought only more tears.  For perhaps the first time in my life, I was dealing with something that I could not fix. Prayer and obedience and hard work and good training and Godly intentions and sacrifice – none of it seemed to make a difference.” – Nik Ripken, The Insanity of Godinsanityofgod

We are being reminded lately, that when you connect your life with the broken heart of God, it’s often heart-breaking.  It’s not a great sales pitch, and it’s not a great advertisement to convince a world that doesn’t know Jesus that we’ve made a good decision.  It’s not even a great testimony to convince other Christians we are, indeed, following God’s call on our life.  Heck, it’s not even a great assurance to ourselves as we lay our heads on pillows each night…wondering where God is.

The truth is, God’s people are suffering globally.  They are suffering in horrible and unjust ways. They are sold into slavery, trampled underfoot in the name of progress, cast aside for more important things.  They are thrown in prisons, beheaded, shot at, and sometimes – even made fun of in high school cafeterias.  Does this mean God has turned a blind eye to their needs?  Is God deaf to the cries of the suffering followers of Christ?  Why doesn’t He do something?  Lord of all creation, quiet in places that severely need His Words of healing and life.

I imagine the scene between Elijah and Ba’al, only this time it’s our God who is scoffed at, “Shout louder….Surely he is a god! Perhaps he is deep in thought, or busy, or traveling.  Maybe he is sleeping and must be awakened.” 1 Kings 18:27

These are some of the same thoughts we have, now over 2 years into an adoption process.  2 years, and still we feel very close to where we began.  Those who know about adoption in the DRC might be quick to say something like, “What’d you expect?”  Certainly when we began the process, we knew not much about our path was certain.  But we stepped out on faith that we were responding in a way that revealed the heart of God.  Even though at times, if feels we’ve nothing to show for it….I still believe these years have been growing fruit for the Kingdom.  Not that I’d choose the same road, if I could go back in time.

Nik Ripken found himself in a similar spot, after years of suffering in Somalia.  Crying out to God, and returning to the US to see what needed to change, he set out on a new mission: to find out what good God was in places of intense suffering.  What he discovered is enough to fill many books, and encourage the heart of any broken follower.  God, and the belief in God is accomplishing great amounts of light in the midst of a darkened world.  Stories that don’t make sense, but reveal the heart and life of a God I’d give my life and the life of my family to serve.

“..before we can grasp the full meaning of the Resurrection, we first have to witness or experience crucifixion.  If we spend our lives so afraid of suffering, so averse to sacrifice, that we avoid even the risk of persecution or crucifixion, then we might never discover the true wonder, joy and power of a resurrection faith.  Ironically, avoiding suffering could be the very thing that prevents us from partnering deeply with the Risen Jesus.” – Nik Ripken

There appear to be forks in the road, very near, as we continue responding to God’s call on our family to reveal His love to a broken world.  We’re not yet sure what it will look like, but we know what it will feel like.  Heart-breaking.  As much as we have many confirmations, that we’re right in the midst of where the heart of God is…..it’s still hard.  Even as I can smile at my family, knowing we’re laying foundations for a home God can, and is using to change the world….I hold them before God, continuing to believe that He’s able to do what He has not yet done here…bring redemption to this story.

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final words.

We’re trying to teach our kids about Jesus.  To go beyond teaching them “Jesus is your ticket to heaven”, and actually connecting their lives with the story of God bringing redemption and healing to a broken world.  Consistently pointing out, and calling forth the Love He is giving them, which is meant to transform the world.  The world of which He is already Lord.

But every once in a while, it seems a bit larger than we know how to talk about.  buskids

Enter, the helpful illustrations of Paul.  As he was writing to his “son in the faith” (1 Timothy 1:2), and trying to encourage him to live for Christ.  Even from prison, Paul was desperate to encourage Timothy to live out the good news that was found in and through Jesus.  Limited on time, and probably paper, he packed as much as he could into every message.  The outcome, is a bit of a scattered bag of metaphors, as in 2 Timothy 2:3-6:

“Share in suffering like a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No one serving in the army gets entangled in everyday affairs; the soldier’s aim is to please the enlisting officer. And in the case of an athlete, no one is crowned without competing according to the rules. It is the farmer who does the work who ought to have the first share of the crops.”

It almost seems like Paul is playing some really important game of “Catch Phrase”.  He can’t quite get the complete Truth of what he’s trying to say to Timothy into words, so he’s moving from element to element of that important Truth.  Instead of simplifying it into something really easy for Timothy to swallow and move on, safely in his pocket; with every phrase he breaks the chains of expectation and makes this Jesus-thing a whole lot bigger than in the previous sentence.

Imagine what our letters might be like, trying to communicate to our children through one final letter.  Knowing this will probably be the last thing we’re able to write before we die.  Given limited time/space/resources, trying to scrawl by candle light, one last effort to give them the Hope we have in Jesus Christ.  The book of 2 Timothy is an amazingly emotional letter, packed with encouragement and life for Timothy and the rest of us, as we peek in on what someone dying for Christ might say to their followers/children.

The good news is this:  You’re not waiting to die in a roman jail-cell.  Let that sink in for a moment.  Take a deep breath, and be thankful.

Now realize, you’re not limited to bouncing around between metaphors.  YOU are the living illustration.  Telling our kids about God’s love in their heart is awesome and needed.  But what is even more likely to transform their lives and connect them to God’s story, are parents & grandparents and extended family and close older friends who are living examples of the Words of God becoming flesh.  As we live out the prayer “Thy Kingdom Come”, and invite our children to follow us.  Not to “get their ticket to heaven” with us.  But to actually join us in the Kingdom and Lordship of Jesus Christ breaking through into our world by moments of genuine love, forgiveness, justice, and living sourced by His Spirit; denying the ways of a world of self-centeredness, and living together in Christian community…

May our days be filled with living out our “final words”…and may those who walk in our footsteps be blessed in receiving them…