For many years now I’ve been interested in an oft repeated verse in scripture. These verses, as you can see, have a fairly common theme. Slow to anger, compassionate, forgiving, abounding in love, forgiving, rich in love, relents from sending calamity. There’s even a part of his wrath in there in the phrase will not leave the guilty unpunished.
You also need to remember that we are made in God’s image. Since these are attributes of God that can be also human characteristics, I’ll say these verses are a way of life for us as Christians.
Here’s the verses with the context. You’ll notice they were written out of similar circumstances for the most part.
Upon giving Moses the law the 2nd time:
Exodus 34:6 And he passed in front of Moses, proclaiming, “The Lord, the Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness,
Upon Israel rebelling in the wilderness
Numbers 14:18 ‘The Lord is slow to anger, abounding in love and forgiving sin and rebellion. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation.’
Upon a reminder of Israel’s history.
Nehemiah 9:17 They refused to listen and failed to remember the miracles you performed among them. They became stiff-necked and in their rebellion appointed a leader in order to return to their slavery. But you are a forgiving God, gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love. Therefore you did not desert them,
Upon David’s being in affliction
Psalm 86:15 But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.
Upon David’s old age
Psalm 103:8 The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.
Upon observing the generations and created world
Psalm 145:8 The Lord is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and rich in love.
Upon a call to repentance and warning of judgment
Joel 2:13 Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the Lord your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity.
Upon waiting for the destruction of Ninevah
Jonah 4:2 He prayed to the Lord, “Isn’t this what I said, Lord, when I was still at home? That is what I tried to forestall by fleeing to Tarshish. I knew that you are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger and abounding in love, a God who relents from sending calamity.
Upon the anticipated destruction of Ninevah
Nahum 1:3 The Lord is slow to anger but great in power; the Lord will not leave the guilty unpunished. His way is in the whirlwind and the storm, and clouds are the dust of his feet.
Upon Hezekiah’s call to Israel to gather to celebrate passover
2 Chronicles 30:9 For if you return to the Lord, your brothers and your sons will find compassion before those who led them captive and will return to this land. For the Lord your God is gracious and compassionate, and will not turn His face away from you if you return to Him.”
I’ve never been in a flood. I’ve seen the pictures on TV, known victims, but never been right in the middle of it. It’s not an experience that I’ve ever wanted to have.
Now I have. Here’s what I learned. And here’s what you can do.
25 inches of rain is incredible. This picture is a mile from our house.
If you get a few inches of water in your house, you can salvage much, but not everything.
If you get 1-2 feet of water you’ll have to remove the drywall four feet up but no higher to satisfy FEMA. Tear up the flooring, cabinets. Anything wet, unless it’s really special, get rid of it. It’s basically a biological hazard.
You’ll probably need rescued by a boat. Walk out in the water? Maybe but don’t forget about snakes….and gators!
If you get 3 feet and above of water in your house from what I saw, after everything gets removed that needs to, you’ll have nothing left in your house but a roof and see through walls. There will be a pile on your curb that will look like this.
You’ll feel the need to protect your pile because system leeches will come by and grab stuff and pretend to FEMA that they got flooded too.
When the rain stops, your neighborhood may look like this. Which means everyone for miles and miles are impacted. This also means neighbors can’t help in your time of crisis because they’re dealing with their own crisis.
See the school bus? 100’s of our schools busses got flooded. How are kids going to get to school?
When the water goes away, those busses won’t find you at your house because you won’t be living in them.
What if their school is flooded? That happened to 7 of our schools in Baton Rouge. Some schools are sharing buildings. Some have talked of morning and afternoon shifts.
What are you going to wear to school? All of your uniform shirts and pants are gone. If you are a parent of multiple children in schools, it’s going to cost 100’s to outfit them for school again.
And even if you get all this school stuff figured out, the schools are closed. We have missed two weeks of classes now.
To outfit them you’ll have to get to the store, and get them their notebooks, paper, pencil, etc. How are you going to get there? When the boat came to get you you left your car there. It got flooded too, and almost all flooded cars are totaled by your insurance company. This is my friend and her daughter. See the water line on her car?
So I’ll have to work some overtime to pay for all of this. Work? Your workplace was flooded too. It might be months before you can go back to your job, that is if it’s still there.
You learn who your friends are. We’ve got some coworkers who’ve helped a lot. Some of them were helping others after cleaning out their own homes. e
People love to help. The church has arisen to take a prominent role in the relief and recovery effort. This was a shelter in our church and the donations that came in the first day.
I want you to understand the scope of this disaster. There are over 60,000 homes flooded. Many more businesses as well. More than 100,000 people displaced. That’s 100,000 people that need to figure out where they are going to live for the next 4-6 months. The price tag is somewhere around 20 billion, the most expensive US disaster since Sandy.
You can help too. Donate gift cards. Donate money. Pay for kids school shirts. Come to Louisiana! We’ll put you up in our house even! And feed you. Here’s a couple of places you can go to for more ideas of how to help.
Our local church: http://fbcz.org/
And I learned this verse: When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. Isaiah 43:2
Ever heard one of those good news and bad news conversations? Acts 12 has a bad news/good news scenario that makes me wonder.
Dr. Luke writes about the death of James, the Apostle, the brother of John, who was killed by the murderous Herod. The church was really starting to gain notice in the Middle East and persecution was ramping up. This was bad news.
But then comes good news. Peter got arrested also by Herod, which obviously isn’t the good news, but that night, under heavy guard some angels came along and opened the gate for him and released him from jail, a miracle and good news. He goes to the house, as many of us learned in Sunday School, where they were praying for him and they didn’t believe the servant girl named Rhoda who told them the good news that Peter is at the door. It can’t be they said, because we’re praying for him right now! (Did you ever fail to see an obvious answer to prayer because you were too busy not really believing that it was going to be answered in the way you’d like?)
So I wonder. Why does God permit Peter to escape Herod’s ire and not James? These are the types of questions that have perplexed believers and unbelievers alike for millenia. Job probably had the best response for us: The LORD gives and the LORD takes, blessed be the name of the LORD.
Just to muddy the waters a bit. If you keep reading Acts you’ll come to chapter 16 and now Paul and Silas are in jail. An earthquake throws open the gates, an obvious sign from God that the same angel is there to free them. And Paul and Silas, who were singing hymns at midnight stayed put. And a guard was saved after Paul uttered his famous line “Believe in the LORD Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved” (Sorry for the KJV but that’s what I learned it in as a child and old habits die hard) Those words were spoken to me as a boy and were instrumental in my own commitment to Jesus. But I’m still not sure why Paul didn’t walk out when the precedent had been set by Peter.
Keep reading God’s Word and you too will discover new insights and observations that will impact your life and those around you!
January, the idea for a western trip was spawned. Actually for years we’ve talked about doing such a trip. Well finally we were planning. Research and reservations needed to be made, if it wasn’t too late. We decided to stay in two places, Silver Gate, MT and Signal Mt. Lodge inside the Tetons.
We shoved off 5 minutes earlier than planned at 5:55 AM. We took our usual route north to Portage but then kept driving north and west through Wisconsin’s wonderful driftless region. I told the kids we didn’t need to go all the way to Wyoming, we could just climb the hills we were seeing there!
Crossing the Mississippi River is not unusual to us, but here, in Lacrosse it is. Beautiful palisades of the mighty river invite exploration but with 800 miles still to go, we must press on. And press on we did. Pretty farmland Minnesota and entering South Dakota. When we eventually reached the Missouri River the land seemed to change. It began to look western immediately as we made the crossing into a barren treeless rolling plain. SD’s roads let us go almost 90 MPH so the miles ticked off quickly and we decided we had time for the Badlands. Saw some prairie dogs first, another sign we were not anywhere close to home and then made the drive through the unique park. So many beautiful overlooks.
A disappointing dinner at tacky Wall Drug and we were pressing on to Gillette. We skirted the Black ills and pressed on through really barren Wyoming. No wonder it’s one of the least densely packed state!
We stopped in Gillette after 1000+ miles of driving eager to press on to much better things the next day. Thank you LORD Jesus for many miles of protection and good conversation and for the hints of the beauty to come.
After a nice rest, the LORD’s day dawned brightly. I had been praying a vain prayer that we would see the mountains and that they wouldn’t be enshrouded in clouds. Well today, the tops of the Bighorns appeared brightly, 50 miles away!
As we arrived in Sheridan we, John driving, began the switchbacks up into the foothills Much snow remained in the mountains as can be seen in the picture.
Our descent was just as thrilling as entered Shell Canyon, a spectacular site to us flatlanders!
We viewed Shell Falls and spilled out into the wasteland between Mountain ranges. Soon we were seeing large mountain ranges across the horizon from North to South. One range after another, two highpoints of states visible. On the CD player in the car “How Great Thou Art” was playing. I worshipped with tears filling my eyes as I listened to the appropriate words. Not wanting to diminish what are the best words of the song I sang with great awe, “And when I think that God His Son not sparing sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in.” It’s a wonder I kept the car on the road!
After a supply stop in the textbook western town of Cody we made our 2nd mountain drive of the day, Jamie driving this time, the spectacular Chief Joseph Drive. We enjoyed the colorful rocks and the vistas that we were just not used to seeing.
Awestruck once again we arrived our cute little cabin, with the little kitchen and the little living room and the little bathrooms in the cute little town, notice a theme?
Silver Gate is hemmed in by large mountains and sits along the banks of a babbling mountain stream, water which some day would flow just past our house in Louisiana. After a tasty dinner in the cabin John, Jamie, Grace and I ventured into the park for the first time, and found a short trail which turned us around after a storm blew in and blew over a tree 5 feet away.
Time to check out Yellowstone, a huge park supposedly larger than Delaware and Rhode Island combined, and putting my geography knowledge to the test, larger than 10-15 countries. It’s a big place! A theme of the trip developed yesterday actually as I told the kids “prepare to be amazed” Yesterday was one of those days and today was going to be another. We did a lot today so I’ll just list the events.
1. Hike to Trout Lake. A short hike with a steep climb, the first of many steep climbs. Pretty spot with, aptly, many trout visible in the clear waters.
2. Lamar Valley We will eventually drive through this magical place 7 times in total but this is the first. It is filled with Bison and a few other animals like Bear, Elk and Antelope, all of which we saw with varying success. Today we saw a herd of bison ‘stampeding’ down a hillside. The sage filled valley (instead of trees) allows the driver to see the 10,000 foot peaks lining it’s 20 mile length.
3. One bison inched along a road that had nowhere for him to go except keep walking on the road, cliffs on both sides the road preventing it from doing anything else except keep walking down the road.
4. Old Faithful geyser area. For about 30 miles we had been passing steaming, burping and smelly features. Just an amazing place. The complex of Old Faithful is like a theme park. Stores, restaurants, lodges and of course the main attraction. What fascinates me is looking into a hole in which steam is steam is coming or water is boiling and it feels like you have the rarest opportunity to look into the earth. We explored a lot and then made the long trip back. We did climb up to the Grand Prismatic Spring overlook and saw that marvelous sight.
5. Driving back. A ferocious storm approached as were getting ready to drive through Dryden Pass, a sinewy drive we’d do a total five times on the trip. We stopped at an overlook and saw the strong storm off in the distance.
When we’d arrive back to Silver Gate the entire tiny town with the tiny cabin was in the dark. This park was in the process of wearing us out!
It’s always been one of my dreams to climb a tall mountain. Today was that chance. A lot of people are content to look at the hills and mountains, but a lot like to climb as well and count me in that number.
I am reminded of mountain climbers in the Bible. Moses was led up Pisgah to see the Promised Land, Elijah climbed the Mt. Carmel to make fools of 400 prophets of Baal. Jesus dragged a cross up a hill He had created called Calvary, which many believe is the same as Moriah, where Abraham climbed with his son to sacrifice him in that unreal test of a mans faith.
Mt. Washburn is a popular mountain to climb because of its’ access road to the top. So instead of a narrow path with rocks, roots, and other things to trip over and fall off 1000 foot cliffs, there is an old unused road making it more like a walk instead of a hike. So the top 1400 feet of Washburn is a steady climb on a still snow covered trail, packed down by numerous hikers. Not always easy to walk on, but not that bad. But it’s still 1400 feet of climbing and 3 miles of distance to the top. Many times we could see the fire tower on top and it looked very small, and far and high. To add to the intrigue we could see storms building seemingly in every direction. By the time we got to the top, we looked like we were going to get nailed by heavy rain. There were amazing views at every turn. Snow clouds to the west, the Tetons far to the south, the Absaroka’s to the east, the Beartooths to the north. I slipped off a snowbank near the top. While I was in no imminent danger right there, there were some large drop-offs along the way and I was thankful it didn’t turn out worse. The top was as advertised, but with the menacing skies we didn’t stick around long, just like those who climb Everest and turn around after a few minutes.
The way down had us in a short snow shower, and then in brilliant sunshine. It quickly melted the snow on the path making the path a semi quagmire of mud and water.
A semi comical moment was when I arrived last to the parking lot I took a little shortcut. I jumped over to a snowbank and was suddenly chest deep in snow. I was stuck! Bystanders instead of offering a helping hand got out their cameras, but who can blame them! It could have been worse, there could have been a rock hidden under the snow, or a hibernating bear, or it could have been 10 feet deep instead of 6 and no one would have known what happened to me until the snow melted!
We made a dash for the Falls and Grand Canyon area where Janice and I watched a film that Yellowstone is waiting to blow, or if that doesn’t get you, then the bears, moose, wolves, bison and elk will get you, or you could fall into a hot spring. We decided we’d be much more careful after that.
We next hiked to a place most visitors wouldn’t see because it’s too far from a parking lot, like a mile.. Clear Lake is a sulfurous blue lagoon in the middle of the woods. The water was invitingly warm for a swim, but who knew what was in it so I declined. We next hiked past fumaroles and boiling pools of mud, a science fiction type of landscape that we may not see again in our lifetime.
From the ridiculous to the sublime describes our leg through the woods to a most amazing site. After passing a north woods Wisconsin like pond there was a clearing ahead on this longish hike. We climbed the short hill and our jaws dropped. We were standing at the edge of 1200 feet deep Yellowstone Canyon. We were expecting to see this on the hike we were on but it still just blew us away. 1200 feet down, and artist palette of earth tones and an emerald blue spastic river running through it. On upstream the fabulous Lower Falls. Maybe the greatest juxtaposition of falls and surrounding scenery on the entire planet. We were certainly seeing scenes today that were uniquely incredible in both their beauty, and their you won’t see this anywhere else amazement.
We walked two incredible miles along the rim and made it back to the car exhausted. We had hiked 11 miles in one day and not much of it on level ground either!
We made the long drive back to our tiny cabin with a couple of stops to see spectacular Tower Falls which falls sideways into the lower end of the Canyon. It was an extraordinary site that somehow in this park of superlatives becomes kind of ho hum. Look at the picture to see how ho hum this spot is!
Just a few yards down the road and another sign beckons. “Calcite Springs” The overlook down into the Canyon pointed towards a bank of the river with steam pouring out of the rock. And 600 feet above it and a half mile away you could smell the strong sulfur odor. There must have been a lot of that escaping the earth!
Back in the Lamar Valley I spotted with the binoculars a grizzly jump off a bank into the stream. Another ho hum on this amazing day!
This is our lagniappe day for Yellowstone. We’re going to discover what else we can see because we’d covered the highlights of the park.
We went for a hike on the Slough Creek trail in which there was no view of the creek which we were looking forward to and on which there was a grizzly bear which the boys encountered 20 yards away. They followed bear encounter protocol and calmly turned around and walked away and lived to tell us ab out it. I’m disappointed they didn’t snap a picture!
We had learned a lot about going into bear country. Make noise, hike in groups, and in Jamie’s memorable words “carry bear spray so you don’t become bears prey”. We heard a description of a grizzly with a bison kill that was stashed down in a hole. The observer watched as the grizzly pulled the bison out of the hole with one ‘arm’. Incredibly powerful and magnificent creatures.
Down the road a bit, there was a wildlife traffic jam, and I observed a pack of wolves through the binoculars tearing into a kill of some sort. Just another ‘ho hum’ moment!
Heading towards Mammoth Hot Springs we saw a petrified tree, a black bear, and a beautiful overlook. After the overlook we followed a pretty stream along the road called the Gardner River. Suddenly without warning the river was 500 feet below us. This was something I observed frequently in the park. Roadside stream, then it’s lost in a steep impenetrable canyon.
Sometimes steep, impenetrable canyon awaiting reckless drivers who don’t recognize the lack of guardrails!
The spot where this canyon started was called Urdine Falls which barely gets mentioned because it’s not superlative enough I’d guess.
We ended up at the village of Mammoth Hot Springs. It was an old army outpost and thus has historical buildings left behind. There’s a classy hotel, post office and the fort, so it really was like a small village.
As strange as it seems, we were reaching geothermal feature saturation. MHS is an amazing place however and we walked the boardwalks around all of the incredible travertine features, which are formed similar to in caves. Steam, odors, bubblings, boilings, strange colors, odd textures all are evident here.
Part of the MHS area you drive from feature to feature and saw this fascinating dome, with a ‘drinking fountain’ of water spewing out of it. It kind of looks like a melting pile of ice cream with caramel. Didn’t smell like it though.
We drove out of the park to the touristy town of Gardiner, MT beneath a 2000 foot high stream bank across from us. We got 25 cent coffee at a really tacky gift shop and was disappointed that they were working on the Roosevelt Arch, a historic grand arc d’ triumph (sp?) like structure that normally you’d drive through on that entrance to the park.
We made the very long drive back to Silver Gate and our tiny cabin where once again, an amazing sight. Sitting on the porch I scanned the cliffs 1000 feet above our cabin. I saw what I was looking for. Mountain Sheep scampering around where only birds can go. How can they cling to those heights? God knows and He told Job about it when He was describing His power and omniscience. God said, “Do you know the time the mountain goats give birth?” In other words, no one, especially at those days would know because, who besides God could possibly observe these things?
A transition day as we pack up our cozy little place and make the long drive to the Tetons and another cozy little cabin.
John and Jamie woke up early and had another wildlife adventure. They were getting ready to head up on a trail through the sage of the Lamar Valley. A ranger pulled up and showed them a black wolf, coming right up the trail they were heading out on! The boys stood with the ranger and watched a whole pack emerge and begin harassing some antelope. The wolves crossed the road leaving them with another story to tell!
After packing the car we had a long trip through Yellowstone, but first we had to take this picture:
(This was the only time during the trip the kids weren’t excited to do something.)
It’s a huge park with slower speed limits, and narrow dangerous roads and tie ups for wildlife spotting, and people will think nothing of stopping right in the middle of the road leaving you no choice but to wait for them to go or get around them.
At the lower falls of the Yellowstone, we stopped again and hiked down Uncle Tom’s staircase. This is a steep staircase/trail that gets you down into the canyon. The signs give a brief history and this warning:
The view of the falls was worth the steep climb back out, we’re at about 7000 feet so breathing was a bit difficult.
Mud volcano the sign read, and we pulled in to see more amazing geothermal features. At this incredible place there are mud pots, some letting out an awful stinky steam, another hissing and steaming hole in the side of the hill that somehow sends waves of putrid water out. It looked like what an entrance to a forbidden underworld would look like in a movie, but here it is just the opposite, another part of God’s glorious creation!
There were more falls, canyons, and lakes to see as we exited the park, the relatively boring side of the park save for the magnificent Yellowstone Lake.
You leave Yellowstone immediately for the Tetons and its amazing mountain range. We moved into our cabin at Signal Mountain Lodge and then hiked up to beautiful Taggart Lake, right at the base of America’s most famous mountain range. We passed a corral with a moose in it. John lingered to see the moose and the moose suddenly jumped over the fence! We determined it was a wild moose and it would hop into the corral looking for a handout! Another day of awe and wonder completed.
When I first researched the trip I knew I should lead my family on some epic hikes. Mt. Washburn was one and Cascade Canyon in the Tetons was the other.
Today we enjoyed a relaxing morning eating breakfast with a view of the Tetons across Jackson Lake. Then we headed for the trail which starts at a trail along the shore of another great alpine Jenny Lake. Nothing like an alpine lake, especially at the base of the Tetons!
A right turn off the trail took us up steeply to Cascade Canyon. Tallest trees I’ve ever seen in this spruce and fir forest! Not long into the Canyon we were standing between walls that rose to a mile above our heads. A rushing stream added to the experience. Most people look over at the Tetons, but now we had to look straight up to see the Tetons! We really we wanted to go further up into the canyon, but time wasn’t permitting it. After hiking out to Inspiration Point we headed back.
The thrill of being up in that spot will be with me for many years. I praise God that in His Grace he gives us these occasional opportunities to enjoy His wondrous works!
After freshening up we drove to touristy Jackson and had some touristy pizza, then took some touristy pictures of the Mouton Barn and the touristy Snake River.
This wrapped up our time in the two parks. Time to head home. Drove through some scenic country before spilling out onto the Great Plains. Nebraska and Iowa are pretty but it’s very relative when you see what we’ve seen!
Our quirky landlord said something to me the day Lydia was born. “I learned once they come out, you can’t put them back in.”
Thoughts flooded my mind. She, was our responsibility for the next 20 some years. She is totally dependent on us. She needed me now. No more running down to the South Side for a Sox game. No more pickup basketball games at Lombard Chapel. (Actually marriage had somewhat eliminated some of these youthful pursuits of mine) Will I be able to provide an adequate income to feed her/clothe her/house her/educate her/spiritually train her? God, am I adequate for this? He answered, yes of course, “children are a gift from the LORD” scripture says in Psalm 127:3. If He, in His perfect wisdom gave me a child, wouldn’t He also give me what I need to carry out this overwhelming task as a father?
That day was 22 years ago. Three more kids, three more moments of am I adequate? More questions, boys? I hear they’re a different animal. Where’s the instruction manual?
Thursday we took Jamie to college. At least he’ll be close. This morning we took John to the airport to go off to college for another year. Lydia is a working adult, praise God, but far away too. We do have Grace left for another two years unless she decides she would just like to live with her parents. Everything was cool until I walked into what was the boys shared bedroom for most of their life.
The boys still have what I’ll call a bookcase of memories. It contains trophies of athletics (go Antigo little league champion Red Sox!) academics, and some Awana trophies. There’s a picture of a living (well dead) trophy largemouth bass John caught after ignoring my advice of where to dangle his worm! There are souvenirs, a sharks tooth, dinosaurs made of clay, items that would never bring more than a few cents on one of those pawn shows but of great value in this house. There’s a baseball, a game ball awarded to Jamie for “his first homerun”, a classic little league homerun on a batted ball that traveled 3 or 4 feet and then was thrown all over the park.
As I looked through the shelf a sense of nostalgia kicked in, but also a sense of satisfaction. All those day of birth questions have been answered, or at least mostly answered. God in His great and awesome strength had seen us through this process. It’s been joyful, fun, hilarious, (“how bad do you have to go” we asked John in the car during hurricane season. He replied, it’s a category 5 urinecane!) a great adventure. I know our job as parents never ends, but you know when we drop kids off at the airport and watch them fly away for the next 4 months, well, it’s mostly over!
So these thoughts have been rolling through my brain this week. And then I watch the news, read the newspaper and thoughts of fathering shifts. It’s been a tragic week. A 9 year old boy in Chicago, playing in his yard, shot. A 7 year old boy riding in his car with his mom here in Baton Rouge, shot. A five year old, also at home here, beat to death by his father. Three boys no longer with us adding to their own bookcase of memories.
“How long, O LORD, must I call for help? But you do not listen! “Violence is everywhere!” I cry, but you do not come to save.” These are not my words but of a little known prophet named Habakkuk. He questioned God. God answered him. I will take care of the violence among you. It will happen in a way you may not like, but I will take care of it.
Since my kids have been very little I have prayed for their protection. I pray for protection from serious accidents, illnesses, harm at the hands of others and even protection from the ways of this world. But I have also prayed for God to give us His grace to comfort us and strengthen us should we need it in a case of extreme hardship regarding the children.
Please pray for children. Not just your own. Pray for the children who are in harms way in this dangerous world. Better yet, get involved, particularly with children who don’t have a father, or a mother. You probably don’t have to go far. There’s probably kids in your church who fit this category. Tutor if you’re able. If you’re looking for something to do, go to your local elementary school or high school, and ask. Counsel at camp. Look up the boys and girls club in your town and find out if volunteers are needed. Coach if you can. Teach Sunday School.
But don’t forget these children have parents. When possible, come alongside them, not in an intimidating way, ie, “I’ve got it together and I’m here to help you”, but in a way that maintains their dignity, ie, “I’m a parent too, what do you do that works?” Establishing relationships with people is a scriptural model. Look at these words of Paul and tell me if this happens without relationships: “We urge you brethren, admonish the unruly, encourage the fainthearted, help the weak, be patient with everyone.”
As a father of children who are approaching adulthood, I now encourage them to do the same.
When my dad took me to the original Yankee Stadium in 1972 I was hooked. What a memory! I am still hooked. I will forever be hooked, listening to crackling radios trying to catch a Sox score. I used to own a scorebook and watched entire games keeping score of Cubs and Sox games. I wouldn’t have the time to partake in such an activity these days. No one has the time to watch an entire baseball game anymore.
Baseball is in the process of becoming irrelevant in American culture. Just the other day I saw the ratings for a game of the week (on some Fox cable channel) was less than for an exhibition soccer match. Here’s what’s wrong with baseball:
1. The games are too long. There’s a lot of reasons. More commercials, record numbers of strikeouts (which chew up a lot of time), more time wasting batters, slow pitchers who stare at the catcher for a longgg time, and mostly, the overuse of relief pitchers. A baseball game can end in 2 to 2 1/2 hours if they try, instead, games last on average almost three hours. The Cubs played a 16 inning game the other night that took 6:27, which works out to 24 minutes per inning, dreadfully slow. The next day the Sox played a 9 inning game that lasted 4:01, which works out to almost 27 minutes per inning. Neither of these games were slugfests with lots of runs, hits, walks, etc.
2. It’s being shoved off the national stage. Baseball has no one to blame but themselves for this. Baseball is a TV sport. It is currently the only major sport with parts of its regular season not being shown on free TV. Fox showed some games on Saturday evenings, but now they have their Saturday telecast on FoxSports1, their cable channel. If you don’t have cable and/or an exorbitantly priced team package, you’re out of luck. As far as I can tell the next games on national free TV will be the World Series on Fox. Why would Bud Selig (the commissioner who is much to blame for this) allow his sport to not be shown on free TV? It’s continuing to contribute to the ruining of this great game.
3. The national cable outlets that do show games favor east coast teams, and favor other sports. I’ll talk about east coast bias for a minute. There are three networks that show baseball games nationally, ESPN, Fox, and the MLBNetwork. I would probably cash in on a bet that I’d be able to watch every Red Sox-Yankees game this year. The Braves, Phillies, Nationals, Marlins, Orioles and Mets make regular appearances on these networks. It’s to the point that I look forward to the White Sox playing the Yankees because I’m sure I’ll get to watch two, or maybe three of the games. If I miss the action and want to watch Sportscenter to catch the highlights, I’ll probably fall asleep waiting while they cover all of the above mentioned teams.
In 2004 the Red Sox won the World Series for the first time since1918. The media went wild. Sports Illustrated put them on the cover three weeks in a row and then made their fans their sportsmen of the year. A year later the White Sox ended an even longer drought, from 1917. ESPN radio the next morning I heard the host a doofus named Colin Cowherd say he’s not going to talk about it because he doesn’t care about it. Sports Illustrated put the Sox on the cover, albeit in a little circle in the upper right corner, while the cover featured Tom Brady, you know, the QB from Boston. Don’t tell there’s no East Coast bias until you become a fan of a team that receives short shrift from the east media.
Baseball not only suffers from east coast myopia, but it also suffers from footballs ascendancy to the national obsession. I do enjoy football, but prefer it more once baseball ends. Football ends in February with the Super Bowl. Spring training begins a week or two later. What does ESPN talk about besides basketball (which I can’t get enough of, at least the college variety)? The NFL draft, which is months away. They talk about what each team needs, which stars and total no names might end up where. They tell us about how fast some no name lineman ran, but rarely mention teams in spring training, except of course the above mentioned teams. Bud Selig has let baseball be shoved to the curb by these media outlets and it’s nearly past the point of no return.
4. A system that favors large market teams. I am amazed at the vision of the NFL to ensure that in an era of free agency small market teams like the Steelers and Packers can consistently compete for championships. If they followed they followed the MLB model they’d have no chance. Baseball does have an exception in St. Louis, a fantastic organization that churns out championships. But small market teams like KC, Pitt, Mil, and a few others basically have existed as a farm system for baseballs richest teams. This is unhealthy to say the least.
Bud Selig’s about to retire. We need a commissioner who will fight like heck for baseball. We need one who will tell Fox it’s not acceptable for you to stop showing baseball games when the pennant races are heating up. We need a commissioner who will stand up and tell ESPN it’s baseball season now, stop talking about football for a minute and notice. We need a commissioner who will tell the managers to stop changing pitchers 3 times for 3 batters and who will tell the umpires to enforce a new 20 second pitch clock that I am proposing. We need a commissioner who will even the playing field so that every team has some hope that someday they’ll play on baseballs biggest stage.
The calendar reads August. Teachers everywhere are resigned to the passing of summer and thoughts are filled with a mixture of relief– no more wasted days, my life has significance again!, dread– wake up at 5:30?, I can’t watch 11 PM episodes of Law and Order anymore because it’s too late?, fear– the kids just seem to get tougher every year, but how can it be tougher than last?, to excitement– staff meetings, and state standards! And then we look at the calendar to the next vacation!
What I really left out of that list was the anticipation of the new school year. All but the most calloused of us genuinely look forward to starting another year. Lessons learned from last years challenging class will make this years challenging classes easier, right? Maybe a different schedule is what we’re looking forward to, sure would be nice to have last hour for planning. New colleagues, new administrators, but mostly new student’s.
Our hard working guidance department has the student schedules lined up as best they can. Administrators have worked out staff schedules.
And on August 11 they’ll appear. Into my classroom will walk approximately 150 students, some eager to learn, some not so, some not sure. I believe they’re divinely appointed. They’ve been appointed to me by God.
And here’s what I mean. Through the years I have had numerous students who I have been blessed to be able to teach. Students like a Frelisha and Brandie and Sherree and Michael and Travis, and Jonathan made going to work easier. They truly touched my life as I watched them for a couple of years.
There was Walter and Jamie and Topeka and Demond and Greg and LaDarrion who gave me street names and Terrance who said yes sir to me 1000 times, each and every time after I reprimanded him for some misdeed.
Who will be the next Cinderella, who was absolutely as wonderful a young woman as her name sounded? Who will walk in my door like Kerry who had a focus and determination to beat the odds and receive that diploma?
Who will make me smile like Carter who copied a paper from a website that was written in German and turned it in? (His severe reading issues were on full display that time). Or Jerome who thanked me for my teaching him with a line I use now, “If you ever need a kidney let me know.” Who will grab me around the neck with his tree trunk sized arms like Big Nick and tell me to give him a better grade?
I want to go on, there’s so many good memories of these children who have enriched my life these last 8 years. Who will be the next Leondell whose infectious smile reflects his love of the LORD and his love and respect for you as a person? Who will be the next Jericho or Terry to laugh at my jokes?
What hour will another Lavar or Shaniqua, or Karry come in and push me to work hard for them so that they will also work hard like they did? When will my next David or Erwin appear and express like they did how much they appreciated their school and my class?
I’d guess in no class ever again will I have three students named Arnesha, Ernesha and Ernisia like I did one year in my 3rd hour. But I hope I have students like them who will give back like they did.
So who will be next? Obviously I’ve left out a couple of names, a couple have been changed. Frankly, I can’t remember a lot of the names, even of those who had a significant impact on me and what I do. I only pray that in the coming year I will be used by God to be a teacher who touches students in the way that I’ve been touched by them.
Update: It’s been happening for a week now!