MY DAD

My dad is very sick with cancer and other complications. I have found a flight for next week and will be leaving on Monday to go be with him for a couple of weeks. Due to this I am suspending my blogging for the next few weeks. I am apologize to those of you who read my blog regularly. I will get back on schedule when I get back from Texas. Thanks for your patience and your prayers.

Jack

755 THE NATURAL RECORD; NO CHEMICALS ADDED

Late last year J. P. Hayes was in the preliminary round of the PGA “Q School” qualifying tournament. This is a grueling process where the top players go on to the final round and then the top 25 are given their tour card to play on the PGA tour for 2009. He was in great shape to move to the final round a few weeks later. Only then did he realize that he not only used a different ball on the 12^th hole of the first round, for which he assessed himself a two shot penalty, but also that the ball was illegal for use in PGA tour events. No one knew. Not even his caddy. He was in the clear. But he knew. He called the tournament officials and disqualified himself for using a nonconforming ball in the tournament. In doing so he lost potentially millions of dollars in prize money and endorsement. He did not however lose his self respect and the respect of golfers around the world. This is not a new phenomenon in golf. Bobby Jones called a 1 stroke penalty against himself in the 1925 US Open. That stroke ended up sending him to a playoff which he lost. When praised for his honesty and sportsmanship Jones replied, “You might as well praise me for not robbing banks.”

Such honesty and integrity have made the game of golf what it is today. Whether you like it or not, golf is the only sport where it is not ok to lie until you get caught. Soccer players dive, tennis players argue with the linesmen, and football linemen devise new ways to hold their opponents without getting caught. It is all a sad commentary on our “ends justifies the means” culture in sports today. It is sad because our children watch their heroes and imitate their actions. “I love me some me,” says Terrell Owens. We wonder why our kids do not understand the importance of teamwork and fairness. Charles Barkley said years ago that he was not a role model for anyone’s kids. He was trying to elude that responsibility and put the onus back on parents. I understand what he was trying to do but now that he has had his own gambling and alcohol problems maybe he would admit that he has more influence than he formerly realized. Recently Michael Phelps was caught smoking pot. Now he is contrite and asking for forgiveness. What about the kids who see that picture of him sucking on a bong and go out and do the same thing? He has his millions already. What about the lives that will be ruined that follow his example? They have no millions to fall back on.

Today a sports figure is counted a hero if they admit their fault. Just this week Alex Rodriguez admitted his use of steroids when he was with the Texas Rangers in 2001 through 2003. He did so only after being caught. What kind of integrity and strength does it take to admit you’re wrong after you have been caught? Years ago Ervin Johnson was hailed as a courageous hero after he made public his medical condition. The fact that he was promiscuous and irresponsible was not even brought up. He admitted his lack of discipline and integrity only after it was going to become public anyway. Is this really a hero? John McEnroe used to argue calls on the tennis court, not because they were incorrect but because that gave him an edge. He was able to rest, keep his opponent off guard, break his opponent’s momentum, and change the focus of the match. None of this is within the spirit of the rules of tennis.

When I was a kid, I idolized baseball players. I slept with my glove in the bed with me. I memorized the stats on baseball cards and read books about the greats of the game. Now we have Alex Rodriguez, who is only the latest in a long line of shame, who have tarnished the great game that I used to love. Andy Petit, Jason Giambi, Raphael Palmeiro, and soon Miguel Tejada are just a few of the players to come contritely before the public and admit their guilt. They did this only AFTER they were caught. Even Pete Rose admitted his guilt of gambling on baseball. This finally occurred years later when he wanted publicity to sell his latest book. What kind of guts does all of this take? I’ll tell you what kind. NONE. It takes no guts to ask for leniency and forgiveness after you have been caught cheating. We would not consider such a request in academics or the business world, but we are supposed to accept it from the sports world. I grew up with a simply childish saying as I played sports: “Cheaters never win and winners never cheat.” You can call me naive but I believe that even today. Does that mean that we cannot forgive? Of course not. Does it mean that sports figures can never make a mistake? Of course not. It just means that when they do, there should be consequences. Those consequences should be fair and consistent. We should not hold up as heroic feats of integrity, admitting what you have already been caught at doing.

I remember as a kid, watching Hank Aaron hit his 715^th homerun to pass Babe Ruth for the all time lead in homeruns. Aaron, who started his career in the Negro Leagues and dealt with the ugliness of the racism of the time, handled himself with class and dignity. In 1974 as I watched him round those bases in that famous homerun trot, I felt that I had witnessed something special and historical. Hank Aaron is a true baseball hero. Barry Bonds, who recently passed Aaron’s milestone of 755 homeruns, is mired in controversy over his continued denials of his use of performance enhancing drugs (cheating). Mr. Bonds may end up in jail after all has been said and done. Do Barry Bonds, Mark McGwire, Alex Rodriguez, et al belong in the hall of fame? Should their records stand? I think the Olympics have it right. If a person is caught cheating, their records are expunged and their medals are returned. In the Olympics, if a person on a team is caught cheating, the whole team is disqualified. If other sports took this hard line, things would change. If it meant that championships and records were going to be lost, you can bet that the players themselves would make sure that no one on their team cheated.

Thanks to Mr. Hayes, I am going to be watching a whole lot more golf and a whole lot less baseball. When J. P. Hayes does get to the PGA tour (and he will because he is a great golfer) he has a big fan in me waiting for him. I say that the real homerun record belongs to Hank Aaron at 755 homeruns. 755 the natural record; no chemicals added.

THE BOTTOM LINE OF BEING A DISCIPLE

Do you remember being in love? I’m talking about the crazy goofy silly “in love.” The kind where you do not want to be the first to hang up the phone or the one who finally ends the date. What do you do in those times? You do things for the other person that you love because you are walking “in love.” Therefore everything you do is motivated by and colored by that love. They are not things that you are trained to do. You simply do them because you are in love. Unfortunately those intense feelings wear off. They have to or we would not be able to function correctly. What should not wear off are the actions that love induces. Those actions continue to build the love over time until it is greater than you ever could have imagined when you were “in love.”

Remember when you first got saved? When you realized what a sinful person you were and how wonderful and gracious God is? You did not need someone to tell you to pray. You just prayed; all the time. You did not need a class on the importance of Bible study. You carried it with you and read it every time you go the chance. You were at the church every time the doors were opened. You looked for opportunities to share your faith with others. Why? Because you had the zeal of the newly converted. You loved God so much and you were so grateful to Him for what He did for you. Over time those feelings fade as we spend more time as a disciple of Christ. Unfortunately too many of us have accepted as normal the diminishing actions as the feelings diminish.

Once I met a Pastor who was lamenting this very phenomenon in his church. He led a church that was had a preponderance of retired folks. The church was in a wonderful location and had great potential for reaching their urban community with the Gospel. The Pastor shared that the vast majority of the ministry was actually carried out by the younger families in the church. These families often had little time due to the raising of young children and working to make a living. So most of the work was done by those who were least equipped to do it. The older folks in the church had no interest in teaching Sunday School, being Deacons and Elders, leading in outreach, or even participating in many of the ministries of the church.

“I’ve done my time. Let someone else do it,” was their sentiment when asked by the Pastor or others to be a part of the ministry of that church. Even though they had the time, money, wisdom, and resources they were unwilling to use those because they had lost their vision of being a disciple.

Paul told the church at Colossae that they should continue to do the works that they did when they first came to know Christ:

Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in him, rooted and built up in him and established in the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in thanksgiving. (Colossians 2:6-7)

Galatians 3:11 also says that the just shall live by faith. Therefore, if we are going to be disciples, we need to continue in those things that were a part of our lives as we walked in faith as a new believer. Jesus is our life source. He is the one that guides our steps and builds our faith. We have to be committed to the actions of a disciple that build our faith so that it can be firmly root and built up in Him.

How do you build a muscle? Do you go to the gym once a week and reflect on your past glories as you go through the motions of working out? That is a feeble attempt and yields poor results. No, when you want to build a muscle you work it every day. You begin to eat correctly so that you allow into your life the things that build the muscle and avoid those things that hamper such growth. Though you often cannot see the progress, each day your muscle becomes stronger and stronger, bigger and bigger. Do you always WANT to go to the gym? No way! But you go anyway because you are committed to building that muscle. Over time your efforts pay off. There are no short cuts and no easy fixes, just hard work over a long period of time.

That is a picture of discipleship. So many of us have convinced ourselves that as long as we show up at church on Sunday we are walking in faith. Not true. We have to incorporate the things of God in our lives daily (Luke 9:23). We have to allow in the things that build our faith and avoid those that hamper its growth. We also have to exercise our faith. That means that we are not just people who believe who happen to do some things. It means that we are people who do everything we do “by faith.” As we exercise our faith, our faith grows and we begin to be the disciples that God wants us to be.

As a man who has been married for over twenty years, I remember what it was like to be “in love.” Though it was wonderful, I would not trade it for the loving, intimate relationship that I have with my wife now. I hope I never get to the point where I accept that it is ok for me not to do those things that I did for her when we were on that emotional high. Why? Because I love her. I also remember what it was like to be a new Christian at the age of twenty five. I am going to work hard to make sure that I do not get to the point where I accept that it is ok for me not to do those things I did when I first got saved. If I am going to be the disciple that He wants me to be, then as I received my Lord Jesus Christ, I must also walk in Him. That is the bottom line of being a disciple.

NO BLOG THIS WEEK DUE TO TOO MANY SNOW DAYS. WE WILL GET BACK ON TRACK NEXT WEEK. SORRY.

PRESIDENT OBAMA

When I was a young child, my father was very strict about certain issues in our home. One of those issues was racism. We told lots of jokes but never was a racial joke tolerated in our home. When we moved from west Texas to North Africa, my dad was one of only a few oil company employees who were open enough and willing enough to work directly with the locals as they drilled for oil. I am proud of that heritage. When I went into the Marine Corps we were taught that there is only one color of Marine. There are not black or brown or white Marines. We were all and are all green Marines. I am proud of that tradition as well. After watching the inauguration coverage of Barack Obama yesterday I was overcome with a sense of what an awesome country we have. It is my prayer that we can get past the racial tension that has percolated just under the surface of our culture. It is my prayer that the day will come when we no longer classify ourselves and divide ourselves along racial lines. We are all Americans. That is the bottom line and this is the greatest country in the history of the world.

Having said all of that, I believe that we as Christians have a mandate and responsibility to pray for our leaders. I am committing now to be in regular prayer for Barack Obama; for his wisdom to lead, for his understanding of the times in which we live, for his courage in a time of economic and geo-political uncertainty, for his ability to lead the country and for his ability to continue to be the husband and father that his family needs him to be. I understand that there is much rhetoric in a political campaign and I am willing to give my new president some grace to act in the best interests of the country rather than the best interests of a political ideology. I am however very skeptical of his policies. He is the most pro-abortion and pro-homosexual marriage president that we have ever had. His economic policies are the same Great Society ideas that failed for LBJ and his foreign policies echo the sad and frightening days of Jimmy Carter. My hope is that all of that was campaign rhetoric and that when he gets in office, he will move toward the center rather than further left. As someone who served under the presidencies of Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan, I know how the morale of the military can be affected by the person occupying the Oval Office.

I also will pray that President Obama, and all future presidents, are treated with more fairness by the media than President George W. Bush was. I have grown weary of the jokes the character assassination. Though I did not agree with everything George Bush did, I believe that the clear thinking of history will be much kinder to him than the present day media has been. Thank God he was our president on 9-11. I thank the Lord for his courage, grace, and dignity.

On August 28, 1963, when I was still just three years old, Martin Luther King spoke these words in one of the greatest speeches ever to be delivered:

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

It is my prayer that we are seeing Dr. King’s dream come true before our eyes and that we will all make judgments based on the content of character rather than the color of skin. It is up to us as Christians to pray for President Obama, diligently and sincerely. I encourage you to commit with me that you will lift him up regularly to the Lord. With God’s help he can be the greatest President this country has ever known. In times such as these we need him to be.