Tuesday, May 28, 2013

good guy athletes!

This  is a reprint of something Max Lucado wrote concerning the San Antonio Spurs and more precisely, the Admiral, David Robinson.  I love guys like this!  Incredible athlete but even more an incredible husband, father and child of God!

Photo: SAExpressNews 2003
The San Antonio Spurs make people yawn. I’ve read the reports: when the basketball team plays, most of the nation tunes out. Our city goes whacko, but, to the dismay of television networks, sports fans slide into summer hibernation. They are the winningest pro franchise in the country over the last 15 years, but, for the lack of hype, you’d think they were cellar dwellers of a bowling league.
I think I know why. The Spurs have fostered the rarest of qualities in pro sports: humility.  Humility climbed off the plane a couple of decades ago in the form of David  Robinson. Bigger markets offered more lights and hype, but David was content with playtime and victories. I’ve called David a friend for most of those years. I’ve seen the rings he won, the honors he’s received, but I’ve never seen a chest bump or a court side strut.  I’ve seen David pray often and preach occasionally, but I’ve never seen him swing an elbow or get a coach fired.  I’ve heard him brag about his wife, kids and Savior, but I’ve never heard him bemoan his salary or city.
David paved the way for Tim Duncan who quietly goes about the task of winning championships (four and counting) and scoring baskets. Then there are the covey of former Spurs who seem determined to love every kid and visit every school in San Antonio: Sean Elliot, Bruce Bowen, George Gervin. Classy.
I’m not going to overdo this. I’m a pastor, not a sportswriter. But this much needs to be said. Every so often someone does it right. This team did, and does. It’s good to know that humility is alive and well on the basketball court. Even if the rest of the country snoozes.
Max Lucado
© 2013

Friday, May 10, 2013

My feeble attempt--- Mothers Day

Well, it is almost here.  Mothers Day!  For many, like me, it is a day to celebrate the amazing mother who gave birth to me.  A mother who sacrificed, served, loved, cooked, cleaned, drove, washed, folded, pressed, forgave, endured, stood by, stood with, stood out, cared, cried, and oh so much more!  Not only have I been blessed with a great mother, but also a mother in law.  A woman who has been mother to hundreds of foster kids as well as her own. 

I am also privileged to a front row seat to the unbelievable mother my wife is.  She continues to amaze me with the way she manages, loves, serves, cleans, ministers to, teaches, and on and on the list goes.  If that weren't enough, I get to see those same qualities in my daughter as she too is a fantastic mother to the greatest grand baby alive!   Mothers Day for many of us is a day we don't necessarily need to be reminded of the great gift we were given. 

You know whats coming... But.  But for many others this is one of the most painful days.  For many they didn't experience the kind of mother I did.  Maybe their mother died when they were young, maybe their mother didn't shower them with love and attention.  Maybe their mother was fighting so many demons they didn't have anything for anyone else.  I just know for those, this is a painful day. 

Some have allowed others, like my wife, to be the mother to their birth children.  Life circumstances, being overwhelmed, or other reasons have led some brave mothers to make the amazing life giving choice of adoption.  I say amazing because those mothers have allowed another to pour love and care knowing it is the right and best thing.  It isn't an easy thing, but it is brave!

And then there are those who want to be on the list.  The Mother's list.  They have begged and pleaded to have the joy of holding a little life or adopting a child needing the love they have.  Those empty arms are aching on a day like today.  I don't write this to cause them hurt or pain.  I write for us all to acknowledge their pain and be more aware of those who haven't had that desire fulfilled.   I'm not sure where the following originated, but I'm including it here because it says so much that needs to be said.  It prays a prayer that needs to prayed. 
To those who gave birth this year to their first child—we celebrate with you
To those who lost a child this year – we mourn with you
To those who are in the trenches with little ones every day and wear the badge of food stains – we appreciate you
To those who experienced loss this year through miscarriage, failed adoptions, or running away—we mourn with you
To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears, and disappointment – we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don’t mean to make this harder than it is.
To those who are foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms – we need you
To those who have warm and close relationships with your children – we celebrate with you
To those who have disappointment, heart ache, and distance with your children – we sit with you
To those who lost their mothers this year – we grieve with you
To those who experienced abuse at the hands of your own mother – we acknowledge your experience
To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of motherhood – we are better for having you in our midst
To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year – we grieve and rejoice with you
And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising –we anticipate with you
This Mother’s Day, we walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have real warriors in our midst. We remember you.
So Mother's Day is coming!  I hope it comes for those who are waiting! 

Thursday, May 2, 2013

I have been greatly encouraged and blessed this week as I have connected with friends and listened to challenging lectures.  It has been great seeing how God is working in so many ways across the globe.  I made a new friend this morning from Madagascar.  Who knew that people lived in Madagascar.  I always thought it was a animated movie with more than a little Chris Rock. 

Hearing about his life and culture and perception of Malibu was fascinating.  I love to meet new people like that.  Just go sit with them while they are trying to eat breakfast and start asking questions.  I'm sure he was greatly confused, but highly entertained.  It was hilarious that he asked me where I was from...  He said I had some sort of accent.  I don't know what all that was about.  Even the guy from Madagascar had to get in a dig about my accent.  Roll Tide!

Anyway, I have been intrigued by the study of the book of Revelation.  Dr. Greg Stevenson has challenged my thinking and given me a great desire to preach through the book later this year.  So many great thoughts and discussions.  I'm ready to be home with my family, but my cup is overflowing!