“That reminds me, it’s my duty to pass along these five rules for anyone heading to college: stay active beyond your classes (newspaper, radio station, etc.); don’t date anyone for longer than two semesters; always drink liquor before beer and not vice-versa; don’t forget to call your parents every few days; and approach your classes the same way Shaq approached his NBA career. In other words, don’t kill yourself trying to become the best center of all time; just do enough to eventually get mentioned in the top 10, and enjoy every moment along the way. Shaq could have ended up with a 3.95 in the NBA; he settled for a 3.4. Ultimately, did it really matter? He won three four rings, made something like $300 million, clinched a spot on the “best 15 players ever” list, kicked ass for three straight postseasons and will be remembered by everybody who watched him. That’s what you want to get out of college.”—Bill Simmons, ESPN - http://www.grantland.com/story/_/id/6896998/dawn-mailbag
For a few years now, I’ve avoided writing about sports on this blog. After covering sports in high school (specifically girls soccer, volleyball, girls basketball, and softball…yeah, I picked those on purpose), I was a little burnt out and decided to turn my hand and mind into the world outside of sports.
But, the last few weeks has shaken that, mainly in my disappointment over the NFL Labor Agreements, Peyton Manning’s original contract stalemate, and now the “Tebow Thing.”
This summer, the world has gotten a really interesting look at how Christian’s operate across all different facets of news. Whether it’s the debt ceiling and debt deal, politically motivated prayer rallies (and there is a GREAT sin in a politically and not Jesus motivated events), or sports, Christian’s have tipped their hand that they will support anything that wears a cross on its sleeve, perhaps simply in fear.
But let’s get the facts straight. Tebow has not been, is not currently, and may never posses the simple mechanics it takes to succeed as a quarterback in the NFL. His elongated throwing motion, stuttering footwork, lack of pocket presence, and overall lack of understanding of NFL coverages are perfect examples of how not to play QB in the National Football League.
Sure, Tebow is a great athlete, but name a college QB with his style who has succeeded in the NFL (if you even can) and I will name off three dozen who didn’t make it (Eric Crouch being the head of that department).
Intangibles are important, and Tebow possesses all the needed ingredients to be a great locker room warrior, but it’s a big hint when his team doesn’t support him and wants Kyle Orton (who, although statistically is solid, isn’t a Peyton Manning, Tom Brady, Drew Brees, or shoot, even Jay Cutler, whom Orton replaced a few seasons ago).
What has been even more embarrassing than Tebow’s time on the practice field has been the Christian response. People who never played sports, don’t get how teams operate, and who have probably never seen an NFL game are now saying Denver Broncos head coach John Fox, and former Super Bowl Champion and executive VP of Football Operations John Elway have no idea how to run a football team. Excuse me?
As believers, we need to stop putting our hope in worldly idols. Tebow is a great man,someone to look up to, and is one of the few athletes who actually live out their faith in Jesus…but that doesn’t make him Jesus. Christians tend to root for believers simply because they say their Christians. As a Colts fan, I’m extremely guilty of this. But just because Jacob Tamme is slightly more outspoken about his faith than Dallas Clark, doesn’t mean I’m going to be screaming at head coach Jim Caldwell for playing Clark over Tamme. It just doesn’t make sense. It’s football, it’s a business, and it’s about winning. Leave the “the love of the game” and “everyone wins” mentality and crap with your 12 year old son playing peewee please. And for crying out loud, Orton is a great role model as it is. He isn’t like Matt Leinart or a handful of other sports stars who claimed to be great guys, who get public support (Michael Phelps) only to get caught drinking and driving, smoking weed, and partying it up at strip clubs.
Orton is a quiet guy to the media, and Broncos fans and Christians need to relax. There are plenty of great Christians in the NFL who have just as much impact on the sidelines as they do on the field.
I’m tired of Christians backing guys up just because they have the same faith. Burn me at the stake for this one, but George Bush didn’t pan out as a great world leader, and in my opinion, hasn’t shown evidence and authenticity of his faith after office. And on that note, Rick Perry should be questioned all over. Using a prayer rally as a rally to gain political support for his announcement to run for President is a little embarrassing and all together disappointing. Forgive me for not voting simply for the three single biggest and crucial issues to conservatives (pro-life, anti-gay rights, and home defense). If those are the only three things good about a candidate, they don’t win my approval…and on that note, I would only out rightly vote for pro-life laws anyways – and even then I’m fairly liberal about it).
Just like in politics, don’t expect me to vote for Tebow because he loves Jesus. I’ll take a proven passer in Orton, whom with a better defense and a better rushing attack can thrive under John Fox. No one expected Jake Delhomme to be a great NFL quarterback, and he only led his team to the Super Bowl under Fox. So let’s put the WWTD bracelets away, and hope Tebow uses his popularity as Tony Dungy has instead of whining back at reporters.
Another Sunny Day in California: 10 Things I Learned From an LA Summer
Summer is an interesting time and season of life in a normal year. A summer in California during an abnormal year?
This summer has been a mix of everything I imagined the “California Dream Summer” to be and a heavy dose of the interterm “blues” I experienced while spending 3 weeks by myself coped up in a small dorm.
I expected the latter and got more of the former. I saw The Bay for the first time. I made a lot of road trips around the southern portion of the state, and even drove out to Arizona. I fell in love with being a foodie and a health nut at the same time. I went to a Swap Meet, the OC Fair, met a lot of cool people, had my first experiences of having too much to drink, and had a lot of great runs and hikes alone to ponder my time at Biola, my future, and God.
Perhaps I grew up just a little bit. And now I’m sitting in my makeshift room – a garage with too many couches, too many TV channels, and too much food – while listening to the sounds of traffic off good ol’ La Mirada and Imperial HWY. This summer has been perfect.
A lot of great scenarios collided with a lot of tumultuous situations during the last 9 months of my existence here in Southern California, and when Finals week rolled around, my brain, heart, and body kind of collapsed into a self-induced social coma. When I came out of it (somewhere up in NorCal around Mid-June), reality hit me.
I have two years of college left. Half of it’s over. And if the increasing speed of the last two years is any indication of what’s about to take place, it’s probably a good idea to give up the steering wheel (yet again) on this winding road to the God who put me on it in the first place.
The summer really stripped me down to my greatest strengths and my most terrible weaknesses – which are so often confused with one another. God taught me a lot. I walked through (very slowly) Romans and got my world rocked right back down to the sand beneath my feet that I wish was stronger concrete. The Gospel is alive and well, His name is Christ, and I’m just as great of a hypocrite and confused sinner as the church Paul writes to.
When that internal clock starts to tick really loudly – the one that says conflicting things like, “You better find a spouse” or “You better keep living that single life and be rebellious to the Biola standards” to “Figure out your next 5 years now” to “Just roll with it, you only live and die once baby” and everything in-between, it leaves you in a kind of frustrated and excited flux.
In short, here is what I discovered – some new thoughts, some simple (yet profound) reminders:
I still have a lot of growing up to do – in my faith, my relationships, my mind, my attitudes, my sinful nature, my ideas, and my strengths and weaknesses.
It’s time to start taking more things seriously. I decided that the games I like to play with people, streaming from a lack of insecurity and trust that I no longer have reason to side with, is getting old. Why run away from the greatest people in the world, and the God who is greater than my tired mind can even attempt to describe?
On that note, if God put someone in my life right now…you know, that female type…I’m finally starting to think it’s okay to perhaps run this path alongside someone else. Not that I’m ready to get married, but I think dating – and dating Holy, correctly, and respectably – is a trait I want to develop and have. You can only learn so much in singleness, and as much as I truly love it and have selfishly honed the craft of being “Perfectly Lonely” – it’s OK to be uncomfortable IF God drops them on the same path.
Home is where the heart is. My heart is in Los Angeles. My nostalgic feelings are in Oregon. And that’s okay. Still love my family beyond description, still miss my friends from home, but the people I have here have poured into me unconditionally, and it’s time to return the favor.
Life isn’t networking in a secular way, it’s about networking for the growth of The Kingdom.
If you’re just pushing along your own path without having an active ministry and without an active way to share the gospel, then what are you going to tell God if He takes you home right now?
God is love, patience, kindness, grace, justice, and peace.
I sure have a lot of friends at Biola whom I love dearly…and being alone here (for the most part), and away from them, killed me. Biola is not home…but the people here are my home (see point 4).
God’s earth is beautiful. I want to see it all. We have an eternity in the renewed heaven and earth, and I want something to compare it to.
Books are lovely. East of Eden rocked my heart, Jane Eyre is rocking my soul.
Hair is a funny thing. It sits atop our heads. Lifeless. Dead, really. And we like it. Until it starts coming out because of the chemo. My mom had been noticing since Wednesday that her hair started coming out. “With a vengeance,” she says. Every time she took a shower. Every time she so…