The Call of the Cross

Oh the wonderful cross,
Oh the wonderful cross,
Bids me come and die
And find that I may truly live.
Oh the wonderful cross,
Oh the wonderful cross,
All who gather here by grace draw near
And bless your name.


The believer’s cross is no longer any and every kind of suffering, sickness, or tension, the bearing of which is demanded. The believer’s cross must be, like his Lord’s, the price of his social nonconformity. It is not, like sickness or catastrophe, an inexplicable, unpredictable suffering; it is the end of a path freely chosen after counting the cost…it is the social reality of representing in an unwilling world the Order to come.
— John Howard Yoder from The Politics of Jesus

After nearly 20 years of following Jesus, an understanding has taken root. I’ve heard these words all of my life, but I’ve only recently begun to understand them. I wonder if I can embrace them.

Luke 9:23, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.

For too long, I’ve viewed the cross primarily as an icon of atonement. I’ve only recently begun to understand that the cross isn’t reserved for Jesus. The cross is an invitation — an invitation to Kingdom life, to be sure, but a strange one at that. As we sometimes sing, the cross “bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.” Indeed, the cross is the end of a path freely chosen. It signifies my death — my continual, perpetual, daily death. The cross becomes my identifying mark as a disciple of Christ. And the cross continues to call me nearer to the heart of Jesus. This is no small thing. It is a challenging call. To wit…

The cross calls me to be more concerned with distributing and sharing and less concerned about accumulating and hoarding.

The cross calls me to pray for those who would persecute me.

The cross calls me to turn the other cheek in the face of violence.

The cross calls me to love my enemies rather than drop bombs on them.

The cross calls me to seek reconciliation rather than harbor animosity.

The cross calls me to abandon my prejudices and my judgmental attitude.

The cross calls me to value all people — men, women, children, Americans, illegal immigrants, Muslims, Jews, Republicans, Democrats, prostitutes, homosexuals, alcoholics, atheists, legalists, liberals, conservatives, Baptists, Buddhists, the poor, the pious, the homeless, the orphaned, the disenfranchised, the least of these — for each one bears the image of God.

The cross calls me to speak out against injustice and intolerance.

The cross calls me to roll up my sleeves and do something.

The cross calls me to identify with suffering since no servant is greater than his master.

The cross calls me to lay down my pride, my greed, my ambition and my anger and to put on humility, contentment, simplicity and joy.

The cross calls me to mediate peace.

The cross calls me to crave mercy.

The cross calls me to love in radical ways.

The cross calls me to bear witness to His goodness.

The cross calls me to seek His glory, His fame and His renown.

The cross calls me to be the in-breaking of the Kingdom.

The cross calls me to follow Jesus.

The cross calls me to die.

This is a difficult call. Too hard for most. It’s as if following Jesus has to be paramount, the only thing that truly matters.

Such is the call of the cross.

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MyPod: Favorite Albums?

I’m in the process of compiling my list of my Top 10 Favorite Albums. Here’s my only criteria: no greatest hits compilations. Gotta be a real, full length album of original material. I have a feeling most of my faves right now have been released in the last few years. But before I unveil my own list, how about weighing in with some of yours? What are your favorite albums of all time?

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No Fluke

Baseball is a true hop sport. Unlike, say, football, where a mere 10-game schedule serves as the litmus test for a team’s ability, the baseball regular season is a grueling 162-game gauntlet that leaves little room for flukes. Sure, any given team will win it’s share of games, but in baseball, the regular season is a stark barometer of a team’s true identity. No wicked Astro-turf “eat ’em up” hops in baseball. No strength of schedule. No BCS. No cupcake teams to beat up on (well, except the Royals). Luck is only gonna take you so far over the course of 162 games. At some point, the cream rises to the top. Like I said, it’s a true hop sport.

When the Detroit Tigers started the 2006 season with a 16-9 mark in April, they were branded with the dreaded “f word”. Sure the Tigers were a nice story, but after their blistering start we all expected them to go the way of Chris Shelton. Shelton, the Tiger first baseman at season’s start, exploded out of the gate with 8 home runs in his first 13 games. Shelton has always showed decent power in his career, but he’d certainly never produced at such a Ruthian level in the bigs. “He’ll cool off,” I said. “And so will the Tigers.”

I was right about Shelton.

Boy, was I wrong about the Tigers.

In the next few days, these Detroit Tigers will accomplish something no Tiger team has done since 1993. They’ll win their 82nd game, guaranteeing them their first winning season in 13 years. Just for reference, the last time the Tigers had a winning season, their first baseman was Cecil Fielder, a behemoth 250 lb. slugger known for his prodigious home runs and waistline. Fielder’s son, Prince, is now the first baseman for the Milwaukee Brewers.

In the years since ’93, the Tigers have been downright dreadful. The ’96 edition bumbled their way to a then-team record 109 losses. In 2002, the fangless Tigers lost 106 times. Not to be outdone, the 2003 Tigers were one of the most inept clubs in big league history, setting a dubious American League record by losing 119 games. Since 1993, only two Tiger teams (1997 and 2000) have come within 5 games of .500. In short, the Tigers have been very, very bad for a long, long time.

For years, the Tigers have also tried — unsuccessfully — to lure top free agent talent to Motown. After placing substantial bids on free agents Vladimir Guerrero and Miguel Tejada (only to be rejected), the Tigers finally landed Magglio Ordonez, a slugging outfielder from the Chicago White Sox, prior to the 2005 season. After an injury-riddled ’05 campaign, Ordonez has been the consistent run-producer the Tigers were counting on when they inked him to a five-year, 75 million dollar contract. Ordonez notwithstanding, most big name free agents have long eschewed Detroit’s lucrative offers to play for more competitive clubs. As a result, the Tigers have been forced to rely on second-tier free agents and home grown products, a recipe that has yielded surprisingly positive results this season.

Take second baseman Placido Polanco. A journeyman utility player with St. Louis and Philadelphia, Polanco has flourished with the Tigers, posting a .331 average last season and hitting at a .294 clip this season. Polanco epitomizes this Tiger team: nothing flashy, he plays solid defense, is willing to move the runner over and can get a base hit when the chips are down.

Marcus Thames is another castoff who’s come into his own in 2006. After amassing only 368 at-bats over parts of four seasons with the Yankees, Rangers and Tigers, Thames has emerged as a legitimate power threat in the heart of the Detroit lineup. This spare-part outfielder is tied for the team lead in home runs (21) on the best team in baseball. But that’s just par for the course for this unassuming team bereft of a true superstar. This club is sprinkled with guys who simply love to play the game. This is a ballplayer’s team.

The key to the Tigers success, however, has been the maturation of their young pitching staff. After losing 19 games as a rookie on the dreadful ’03 team, Jeremy Bonderman has emerged as one of the American League’s elite power pitchers, as evidenced by his 159 strikeouts, good for second in the AL. Justin Verlander had pitched a total of two ball games (and he was the loser in both of them) prior to the ’06 season. But this lanky 23 year old has put together a stellar campaign; his 14 wins and 3.14 ERA are both second in the league. Fellow rookie Joel Zumaya, who had never pitched an inning in the majors prior to the 2006 season, has solidified the bullpen, posting a 2.09 ERA and serving as setup man for closer Todd Jones, a critical role for such an unproven youngster. Zumaya’s fastball is already legendary. On July 4, Zumaya’s fastball was clocked at 103 miles per hour at McAfee Coliseum in Oakland. On July 20, TV speedguns clocked him at 104 in a game against the White Sox. With young studs like Bonderman & Verlander starting games and a horse like Zumaya (who is 21 years old) at the back end, the pitching should be solid in Detroit for the better part of a decade.

Teams predicated on dominant pitching and timely hitting are built for October. With baseball’s best record midway through August, the Tigers appear to be a shoe-in for the postseason. After that, it’ll be interesting. The five-game Division Series — baseball’s opening round of postseason play — lends itself, oddly enough, to the fluke-ish (just ask Billy Beane). Facing another team’s ace twice in a short series has spelled doom for many a regular season juggernaut. And with teams like the Yankees, the Red Sox and the White Sox vying for the AL pennant, the competition is sure to be stiff. Will the Detroit Tigers win the World Series? That’s anybody’s guess. But here’s one fan who can appreciate what a special season these Tigers are enjoying. Believe me, they’re not a fluke.

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School Daze

Today was the first day of “school” for our children. It’s really just a Mother’s Morning Out program, but still. Surprisingly, we didn’t cry. But it hurt just a little. Didn’t we just have these kids? Now they’re in “school”. Craziness.

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Seven Years Ago…

Seven years ago today, I became the luckiest man on earth.

On August 14, 1999, I married Miss Sunny Anne Shates at the Mt. Juliet Church of Christ in front of many friends and family members. I woke up that morning in the bonus room above the garage at my sister’s house. Sunny and I had already moved our things to Kingsport and I’d sold my bedroom set in a yard sale, so that night I slept on sofa cushions on the floor. I woke up and picked up my boy Lane and rushed to get a haircut and pick up some new khakis and a polo shirt. I was told I needed a new “outfit” for when we left the reception, so off we went to the mall. I remember I specifically told the lady cutting my hair not to mess up. “I’m getting married today,” I told her. She proceeded to talk my head off about her own wedding. I bought a green polo shirt and some khakis at the GAP. I can’t fit into those khakis anymore.

I arrived at the church to get changed into my tux. We took plenty of photos before the wedding, but none with me and Sunny together. We’re old fashioned. We didn’t want to see each other before hand. After the pics, I was sequestered in some back classroom at the church building. Somebody brought me McDonalds. I got fidgety, so I left the sequester room. I wanted to visit with the people who were making their way into the church. The wedding coordinator Nazi jumped all over me for not being where I was supposed to be. I remember telling her, “Look, this is my wedding and I’ll stay out here as long as I want.” The wedding coordinator Nazi never spoke to me again.

I finally made my way back to the sequester room. Getting antsy. Starting to get a bit nervous. But I’m playing it cool. To keep my mind distracted, I start talking fantasy baseball with my boy Scott. Ended up making a trade: Randy Johnson for Shawn Green.

As the ceremony begins, Tara and I made our way to the front of the auditorium. We each placed a rose on the front pew in honor of my deceased parents. At the appropriate time, I walked Sunny’s mother down the aisle and seated her. I met Lane and Johnny at the front of the church. The bridesmaids and groomsmen made their way to the front: Corey & Alisha, Richard & Tara. My friends Matt, Scott & Jason were paired up with Sunny’s friends and family members. My nephews, Ethan & Micah, entered as ring bearers. Katie was the flower girl. I remember standing for what seemed like an eternity as I waited for Sunny to enter. No more playing it cool. I’m flat out nervous. I can tell I’m swaying back and forth, but I don’t care. If I stand still, I’ll pass out. When is this song going to end? Where is she? What if she doesn’t show? What if she got cold feet? I can’t even feel my feet. Where am I? Why isn’t she here yet…

Then I saw her.

At the back of the church building, Sunny and her father appeared. She was beaming from ear to ear. She looked so happy. Something about that smile did it for me. I couldn’t help but think how unworthy I was to be the recepient of such unfettered, unconditional love. She was glowing in a way that only a bride can glow. So white, so pure. It’s a unique feeling, standing at the end of an aisle, knowing she’s walking there to meet you, to become your bride. What a precious gift…

I took her hand from her father and we stood before everyone we knew and exchanged our wedding vows. No more nerves. No more swaying. Only me and my bride and all our loved ones. I promised to love her ’till I die. Everyone said it was the most beautiful wedding they’d ever been to. I said the same thing.
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I remember a lot about what happened 7 years ago today. But I honestly can’t remember what my life was like before I met you. Who would I be without you in my life? I shudder at the thought. A lot has changed in 7 years. I’ve had 3 jobs; we’ve lived in 2 different towns; and oh yeah, those twins really changed things, didn’t they? But you’ve been my constant.

I’m far from a finished product; you know that better than anyone. But if I’m a better person today than I was 7 years ago, it’s because of you. I’m more patient, more thoughtful, more faithful, less selfish, less prideful and less critical because of you. I see beauty more readily. I’m quicker to compliment, slower to pass judgment. I’m a work in progress, true, but God refines me through you.

If 7 years were all we had together, I would weep. But I would also rejoice, for these 7 years have been the best years of my life. I could never tell you the joy — the true joy — you bring me. I am honored to be your husband and I will ever praise God for our life together. I love you, Sunny.

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Thankful

Today I’m thankful for the thwarted attempt by terrorists to detonate liquid bombs on up to 10 US-bound commercial airliners. It makes me cringe to think about the potential loss of life. Praise God that the proper authorities were able to keep the violent plans of these terrorists from coming to fruition. Today I’m praying that nonviolence will win over violence.

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Larry James

Larry James is the President and CEO for Central Dallas Ministries, a human and community development corporation with a focus on economic and social justice at work in inner city Dallas, Texas. Larry’s blog, Larry James Urban Daily, is a repository of ideas, resources, commentary and opinions concerning the issues facing low-income residents of the inner cities of the United States and how mainstream America largely forgets or, worse, ignores the day-to-day realities of urban life for the so-called “poor.” Each day, Larry challenges his audience to a deeper awareness about poverty and social injustices.

In one of his most recent entires, entitled Help Me, James lays out his vision to raise $100,000 to create a housing development in Downtown Dallas designed especially for low-income and homeless persons. I know you may be skeptical, but I believe this is a cause worthy of your investigation. If you’d like more information, just follow the links from this post and check out Larry’s ministry. I urge you to consider if this is a cause you could support.

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Admiring Jesus

In Mere Discipleship, Camp tells the story of Clarence Jordan, a disciple of Christ who lived out his calling in a radical way. I apologize for the lengthy cut and paste job, but Jordan’s story is a powerful one and I wanted to share it.

In 1942, having received a Ph.D. in Greek New Testament from Southern Baptist Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky, Clarence set out with his wife to establish an interracial community based upon the Sermon on the Mount. The community was based upon nonviolence and a strict equality of ownership in all goods (taking Acts 2:44 as the basis for the practice). But even more radical for his day, Jordan knew that since the division between Jew and Gentile had been broken down in the gospel, the same was certainly true of black and white. So the community was open to all, regardless of skin color.

By the latter half of the 1950s, the rage of segregationists descended upon Kiononia Farm. The opposition began with the institutional church, when a neighboring Baptist congregation excommunicated Koinonia, given that “said members…have persisted in holding services where both white and colored attend together.” The national press reported more violent forms of opposition, which began with threatening phone calls and then escalated to bombings, vandalism, cross-burnings, Klan caravans, beatings, legal harassments, and shootings at most anything, alive or not – Koinonia buildings, houses, farm animals, and residents. An almost complete economic boycott likewise threatened the existence of the community.

In the early fifties, so it is told, Clarence approached his brother, Robert Jordan, who later became a state senator and justice of Georgia’s Supreme Court. Clarence asked Robert to serve as legal representative of the Koinonia community. Robert responded:

“Clarence, I can’t do that. You know my political aspirations. Why, if I represented you, I might lose my job, my house, everything I’ve got.”

We might lose everything too, Bob.”

“It’s different for you.”

“Why is it different? I remember, it seems to me, that you and I joined the church the same Sunday, as boys. I expect when we came forward the preacher asked me about the same question he did you. He asked me, ‘Do you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior?’ And I said, ‘Yes.’ What did you say?”

“I follow Jesus, Clarence, up to a point.”

“Could that point by any chance be – the cross?”

“That’s right. I follow him to the cross, but not on the cross. I’m not getting myself crucified.”

“Then I don’t believe you’re a disciple. You’re an admirer of Jesus, but not a disciple.”

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The Best Thing About My Day

I went home for lunch…


We had Oreos for dessert. Can you tell?

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Movies I’ve Seen Recently

I love movies. Used to work at a theater in college. Nothing I enjoy more than catching a flick at the local cineplex. I don’t get to see a lot of movies in their initial release, though. I’ll usually wait until something comes out on DVD before I watch it. Just don’t have the time to run to the theater these days. But in the past few days, I’ve had the chance to catch up on a few flicks I’ve been wanting to see. Here are a few of them, along with my thoughts….

Munich – Steven Spielberg’s Oscar nominated film about the deaths of 11 Israeli athletes at the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich. The film follows the violent Israeli retaliations against the Palestinian “Black September” attacks. Disclaimer: This film is NOT for everyone, as evidenced by it’s R rating. But even the film’s graphic violence serves to underscore the toll that hatred, prejudice and revenge can take on the human soul. A powerful film for those mature enough to watch it.

My Date With Drew – So I rented this one the other night with minimal expectations. Sunny wanted something light, so I picked up this documentary-style film that caught my eye. Here’s the premise: struggling film maker Brian Herzlinger has 30 days and $1100 to land a date with Drew Barrymore. That’s right, the Drew Barrymore. After winning $1100 on a game show, Brian decides to spend the cash and a month trying to get a date with Barrymore, his crush from 2nd grade. Sounds random? Exactly. But what follows is both entertaining and endearing. For more info, check out My Date With Drew and see for yourself.

The Lady in the Water – I always like M. Night Shyamalan’s films, even The Village, so I knew I would end up seeing Lady. I had the chance to see it on the big screen a couple weeks ago and I wasn’t disappointed. While it doesn’t quite live up to the film maker’s previous body of work, such as The Sixth Sense or Signs, The Lady in the Water is a different film entirely. Shymalan’s latest effort is a departure from his previous, “scarier” material. Lady is a fairy tale, originally conceived as a bedtime story for his children. The story’s mythic nature is sure to turn off some moviegoers, and this flick is getting killed by the critics, but I really enjoyed it. My boy Mike gives a more in-depth synopsis of the film over at Ocular Fusion.

Have you seen any good movies lately? And I also want to ask what you think about World Trade Center? Will you go see it? Is is too soon for a movie about 9/11? I never saw United 93, but I heard good things. But is WTC the kind of film you’ll go see? I wanna hear what you think.

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