Monthly Archive for June, 2008

Football

When most of you hear the word ‘football’ you’re probably thinking of the sport where the ball is brown, shaped like an almond, and nobody except a few players on the team are allowed to kick the ball with their feet. Yes…this is American Football and only God knows why it’s called football. We Americans can be ridiculous. I wish we’d just call this game something else…like tackleball or something. 

But in this post I want to talk about real football…the game where there is a round ball and everyone on the field uses their…you guessed it…feet! 

I grew up playing football…even got to play a year in college (one of the benefits of going to a small school!). But when we moved to Europe in 2005 in gained a new respect for the game. It truly is the world’s game. All that you need to play is a ball. It’s a game for the poor and the rich. It even unites the rich and poor…and sometimes turns the poor into rich. There are few things about the game that I’ve come to appreciate more greatly…

1. No goal scoring. 

A game that ends 0-0 (or nil – nil) can be the most fun games to watch as a fan…90 minutes of play and nobody scores. This could say a few things about the match. Both teams were equally good. This was an intense game that kept people on the edge of their seats. These teams played terrible on offense or great on defense. Either way, I’ve come to appreciate a good tie. I used to say, “Seriously, a tie?” But I’ve learned that football is more than the score, or a single game. It’s about a tradition. A rivalry. A club. A history. A bigger picture. Every match that a team plays is important. But some clubs in Europe have been playing for over 100 years. Seriously. So, there is a different appreciation for the effort of the players. Each match is a part of the bigger story of the club. A piece in a puzzle…not the puzzle itself. Winning matches and being successful is about the trajectory of the club…not a temporary moment in the euphoria of winning. This type of attitude does two things for the fans…It makes them more supportive of players as ‘being perfect’ is not the goal of every outing. If a player misses a close shot the fans clap for them and their effort. They don’t boo and call him a bum for botching a play. Not scoring goals also builds a tension in the club, that when broken the fans go into a frenzy. 

2. The players are super fit and pretty tough (despite rolling around on the ground like they’ve been stabbed after getting kicked in the shins…which is also a part of the game)

Ok…I was watching the Turkey vs. Germany match yesterday. In the second half of the game two players both went to win a ball in the air and hit heads. Both players came down grabbing their heads. At first, you can’t tell if one of them is faking to get a foul called. But both players were bleeding pretty bad. The way that subbing goes in football is this: both teams get only 3 subs. Period. That means that if a player is hurt and they have to be subbed, the team only gets 2 more. Also, when a player is subbed out, he can’t come back in the game. He’s done for the match. So in this case…Turkey had a pretty limited roster due to injury and this guy had to figure out a way to stay in. So the trainers came on the field to treat him. They stopped play, the trainers put some pressure on his gash, cleaned it a bit, sprayed his head with cold spray, and then stapled his head on the field and play carried on! Seriously, they stapled his head on the field…and he played the rest of the match! I watch a lot of sports and I’ve never seen this…The way most sports are organized, it’s possible to give treatment to players, or sub players out for a rest…but not here. In football, players don’t go down with an excrutiating knee injury….get carted off to the locker room for a cortisone shot, just to return to the floor to pretend to be a hero…ala Paul Pierce. There is none of this. If a player goes out of a game…he stays out of the game. If a player is hurt and needs to be treated, his team plays a man down until they decide if the hurt guy can play or not.

3. These games really are more than just about 11 players vs. 11 other players. They are about country pride. They are about history.

This past week Spain beat Italy. You’d think, “One game, big deal. Spain wins. Good.” But Spain had not beat Italy in competition play in 88 years! That means that the majority of Spanish people alive had never seen Spain beat Italy when it mattered! They also beat them in a shootout. I’m still not a fan of the shootout ending games, but after playing 120 minutes with an equal score it just needs to end somehow. And it can be exciting! Think France vs Italy in World Cup final…tense. And a quick side note: I can’t stand the Italian football team. Hate might even be a fair word. I think they are cheap and fake fouls at critical times of the game and in critical last moments (think vs Australia in the last world cup). I think that they are overrated and I could not be happier that Spain beat them. I could go my whole life and be fine with the Azzuri never winning another match. Watch this clip of my least favorite player in the world to get a taste of how lame Italian play can be.  Materazzi was also the player that Zidane head-butted in the World Cup final. Foolish decision, but it was about time that Materazzi got punked. Ultimately, jokes on Zidane…his team didn’t win. 

Ok….have to work now so that I can watch the Spain vs Russia match today! 

Missional SyncroBlog

A Portland blogger whose blog is called The Blind Beggar has proposed to those of us in the blog world (I hate the term blog-o-sphere…it’s just lame) to on this day write about the topic of ‘What is Missional?’ You can read his article on this here

So here’s my take…(I just ran my hand over my balding head in an effort to warm up my brain on this chilly Oregon summer evening)

Whether or not someone or something is missional, is not an exterior performance issue. Being missional is a core heart issue. It will affect everything and anything that a person sees or does. At the core of being missional is deep desire/calling/burden to know the heart of God. When we really take in the meaning of Jesus’ life on earth we can’t help but have our view of God be changed and formed by His decision to come to where we are/were. The true miracle of Christmas is not that God came as a baby, but that God came at all…the baby thing is God’s way of making a point to show the extent to which He would become like us! We must come to grips with the reality that in Jesus we see that God chooses to come to us. He chose skin and bones to show us the extent to which He could have communion with us, even in our broken form. He knew in advance that He was ultimately going to be betrayed, abandon, dismissed, and killed…yet He still chose to come. Not only did His life have meaning in the present, but it also gives meaning to all of eternity.

Our chief aim as Christians is to model Jesus…to be learners of His ways…to become “mini-Jesus” in our worlds, as one author puts it. And if we are bold enough, just crazy enough, to make a true effort at being like Jesus then we are going to have to at some point realize that being like Him is choosing ‘to go’ as He did. I say ‘as He did’ on purpose because the way in which Jesus came should be most disturbing to us! Jesus intentionally went to the irreligious, but honest. To sinners, who were seeking…to the people that should never have been a part of the Kingdom according to the rules. Jesus intentionally chose the hurting over the religious. At the cost of His own reputation he ate with, partied with, drank with, talked with, the people that a prophet/rabbi/teacher/Messiah should not be doing these things with…or should he? 

Becoming missional is beyond a simple filter change…it’s not just looking at the world with new glasses. Becoming missional is a re-identification process/event that will forever change the very eyes we see with. With these new eyes we see the world the way that Jesus saw it…We see people’s lives as life in process of redemption and we join them there because that’s where Jesus is at work. When our eyes are changed we can no longer sit back and wait for life to come to us…we become addicted to the discovery of redemption at work. We long for it…we go to it like it’s a magnet. We sacrifice comfort, popularity, convenience, and our former priorities…just like our Lord Jesus did when He came to earth and lived as He did…because we’ve come to see how when we pursue the agenda of blessing others we are what God calls us to be. 

There is no way to program ‘being missional’…it is not piece of the puzzle, it is the picture of our lives on the puzzle. Becoming a mission oriented person is not about the external practices only, it is about our hearts getting in tune with the heart of our God expressed in Jesus Christ. This will radically alter our desires, the questions we ask, the way we view the world, and ultimately, the way we love the world that we are here to steward. It is this transformation that Jesus has called and lead us to…to love our neighbors as we love ourselves, to freely give, to think outside of our individualistic concerns, and to join Jesus in the process of transformation. I guarantee that once we taste and see this goodness, we’ll settle for nothing less. 

 

 

Packing (and learning) Déja Vu

We’re packing. Again. It is disturbing to be me how much stuff we acquired in our time in the States. It was disturbing how much stuff we had when we got our shipment back from Europe. To be fair to ourselves, we thought for a few months that we were going to be staying in Portland for a while. And so we were preparing to that end. But now, all the goodwill shopping that we did was for not. We are again sorting, packing, and filtering the stuff that follows our lives around. 

This experience has given Jen and I a much different take on ‘stuff’. To a degree, we are both developing a disdain for stuff. This year we have learned both not to grab a hold or to let go of things to quickly. We’re learning to be wise with what makes it into our suitcases. (i hope) We were talking today about how we wished that we had been even more brutal with what we shipped back to the US…hindsight is always 20/20. But we will have learned nothing through our experience if we don’t use this moment of clarity to inform our future. A wise person once told me….”You can learn from great experiences and you can learn from bad experiences, but whether or not you learn is up to you.”

I’ve been noticing lately in the Bible how often people make the same mistakes over and over…and over…and over. You may have heard of a guy in the Bible called Gideon. He was a leader in the tribe of Israel whom God called out to be ‘a might warrior’. One of the first things that Gideon did when he realized his calling was to go and tear down the phony idols people were worshipping. Fast forward through the fleece and the fighting….At the end of Gideon’s life, he had a memorial made from offerings given to him and guess what…people began to worship it! Then when Gideon died the people rebuilt the fake idols that Gideon had torn down and went back to worshipping them…just as they were when Gideon started. They forgot about the God that saved them and lead them to victory and went back to doing the same old stuff. 

I’m still a firm believer that the number one sin we as followers of Jesus commit is the sin of forgetfulness. God teaches us something, often times through the painful consequences of our bad decisions, and soon enough we’re at it again. And the cycle repeats and the depth to which we learn the lesson again goes deeper…at least I hope. I think the our challenge is to continually ‘be doers’ of the lessons that God teaches us, but bad habits die hard right? That’s why we have to be all the more committed to continually dragging these lessons into the light…

This post ended up being a lot longer than I thought, and has actually become a little more revealing about Jen and I’s desire to learn to live a bit more prepared to be on the go…for as pilgrim-like as we have been living, you would think that we would have had a chance to learn this lesson before…wait we did, and I forgot. 

Off to bed for now and back to packing tomorrow. Sifting through all the things that I hope I won’t later say, “What was I thinking keeping this around?” 

Content being a suburban idealist

I love cities…I think it’s because I love people and there is no shortage of people in cities. I love the energy in cities. I love the sounds. I love the bustle. I love the diversity. I love the density. Sure, this can all get old, but for the most part it gives me energy and makes me feel alive. 

In God’s great irony, we’ve been living in the country. You can check out Jen’s last post to hear more about mice and dead goats…yeah we live in the country. I do like it out here…but I don’t think I survive for very long without more people around. But here we are…in the county. Allergies going nuts: sneezing, itching, and nose running.

We’ve been in Portland for a week now and we haven’t been able to get towards the city until today. We’re operating with what I call our ‘wartime rations’ and we’re not about to drive the 20 miles to downtown at 4.25 a gallon…just not going to happen. We got bills to pay…and we’ll be moving into a city again soon enough! I’m trying to enjoy where I’m at…but I’ve never been too good at this. 

I’m cursed with always being a year ahead of now in my mind. This can be a really good thing sometime, but not always. I’m not always the best at being present. This doesn’t bug me too much until I realize how doing this hurts the present and the relationships that are happening now (usually it’s my loving wife that points this out too). For those of us that are a mile ahead, we need to realize that relationship is lived in the present and that it is relationships that are greatest gift we are given. People who knew me in Paris would laugh (i.e. scoff) that this is me saying this because I was guilty of not being present for a long season of our time there….for reasons that I’ve only now come to really get. 

I read a book a couple of years ago called Practicing the Presence of People by Mike Mason. It was a challenge to me. The premise was to slow down and really soak up the presence of another created being and not miss a chance to really see them, to really know them, to really enjoy their quirks, and to really look into their eyes. To realize that every person is a gift…a poem as Ephesians 2 says…crafted by God to bring Him pleasure. When we think this way it changes everything. But trying to do this in my relationships with people has influenced how I’m learning to be grateful for every ‘present’ that I’m in. I’m experiencing that every moment in my life is a gift designed to help me grow or to teach me to humbly receive grace that God has gifted me with. 

God willing, it won’t be long before we’re back living in Europe. We’ll be back to the city. Back to the streets. Back to the noise that became home. Back to foreign languages and foods. Back to metro rides. Back to brick and cement and concrete. Back to hordes of people crowding on the bus. Back to walking for transportation. Back to carrying our groceries home. Back to getting bread from the local shop. Back to small apartments and lots of stairs. Back to the sound of scooters screaming by. Back to the set that my life was meant to be played on.   

But for the next few weeks I am determined to soak up the beauty of the Oregon countryside…some of the most beautiful land on earth in my humble opinion. I am determined to enjoy my friends and family here as much as I can. To not get caught up in the worries that are around every tomorrow…but to slow down and take in where I am at. There is too much beauty, promise, and hope in this place to not enjoy being the suburban idealist for a time. 

I only wish I had this desire…

Today I did my best to be a good dad/husband. Jen and her mom hadn’t had much time to spend together…So they asked me (should’ve offered to score even more points!) to hang out with Maisie and Kylie so they could get some mom and daughter time. So off we went in the car, hoping that Maisie would fall asleep so that I could get some work done. But she didn’t. So we went to Chick-fil-A…that was a good decision. Then we went to a park after Maisie would not, once again, fall asleep in the car. This was also a good decision. 

But here’s the event that spawned this post…Jen asked me around 4pm if I had changed Maisie’s diaper. Guilty…didn’t even think about it! Then Maisie added another something else to the mix in her diaper and it was just time…no further delay…I knew, Jen knew, and Maisie even knew it. When I got out the changing pad Maisie came running up and laid down on it…with a look on her face like, “Oh goodie…time to finally get this poop out of here!” At 18 months, my little one knows when something should not be around. 

Why is that we as adults lose the ability to be able to identify and leave behind the crap that is lingering in our lives? I’m inspired by my daughter to be overjoyed about getting rid of stuff in my life that just doesn’t belong. 

Barcelona Pictures…

I added a new page to my blog called ‘photography’….so guess what is there? It’s up at the header of the page. Or you can click here.

I put up some of pictures of Barcelona for all to enjoy. Jen and I love this city and I hope that my pictures tell the story of it’s diversity, energy, movement, light, and creativity. 

How Does this Even Happen?

I came across this article on ABC today and had to reread it because I wasn’t sure if it was saying what it was saying. It was just too ludicrous. Too unbelievable. Too bone-headed. But it is true. If you read this, try and think about if there was any ‘real life’ situation where this would be acceptable. 

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