Friday, August 30, 2024

If You Are Willing (Friday Devotional)

 

When Jesus came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed him. A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”

Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy.

- Matthew 8:1-3

A few days ago, I found myself with some free time late in the afternoon—the big kids were at Grandma’s and Lindsey was starting dinner, so it was just me and baby Isaac hanging out in the playroom. I decided to turn on MLB TV to see if any teams were playing and saw that only one option was available: the Oakland A’s were a couple innings away from defeating the Tampa Bay Rays.

For those of you who don’t follow baseball, I can’t emphasize enough how low-stakes this game was. The Rays and the A’s are perhaps the least-watched teams in baseball, proved by abysmal attendance figures and record-low TV viewership. Neither team will make the playoffs this year, and even a hard-core baseball fan would struggle to name 5 players on either squad. This game was not, to put it mildly, appointment viewing.

Nevertheless, I put the game on, figuring it would serve as decent background noise while I played with Isaac. And something unexpected happened—I found myself getting steadily more invested with every pitch. When the Rays’ pitcher instinctually stuck his hand out to protect himself from a line drive, I listened intently as the broadcasters explained what the trainer needed to know before he’d let the pitcher throw another ball. When a hitter lifted a long fly ball to left field with men on base, I sighed with disappointment as it died on the warning track. And when A’s closer Mason Miller (one of the only players on either team you could rightly call a star) started firing fastballs at 103 mph, I was captivated. Indeed, by the time Miller induced a weak groundout to end the game, I was on the edge of my seat. Over the course of about 30 minutes, something seemingly meaningless had become meaningful.

That experience reminded me of Jesus’ encounter with a man stricken by leprosy, a time when something—or rather, someone—far more significant than a baseball game saw his story change from meaningless to meaningful. The story’s conclusion is standard fare for the gospels—a sick person is healed by Jesus. But I’ve always been struck by the man’s request and the Lord’s reply. “If you are willing,” the leper said, “you can make me clean.”

For such a man, whose disease rendered him not only medically unfit but socially outcast and ritually unclean, it was no given that Jesus would show him compassion. There was no reason but mercy for Jesus to give this man the time of day, much less a miracle. Nevertheless, here was Jesus’ response to the leper’s plea: “I am willing. Be made clean.”

Jesus saw a man others ignored. He recognized the man’s inherent dignity where others saw only shame. So many in his day saw the leper as a blight on the world, unworthy of attention, much less care—but Jesus cared deeply.

Chances are, you can’t heal sick people with a touch like Jesus did. But you can show the same kind of compassion he did to the same kinds of outcasts our world still shuns today. You can notice the unnoticed and love the unloved. Those the world calls meaningless, you can make meaningful.

If you are willing, that is. Jesus is—how about you?

Friday, August 23, 2024

Tossing Out the Junk (Friday Devotional)

 

Happy are those who find wisdom and those who get understanding, for her income is better than silver and her revenue better than gold. She is more precious than jewels, and nothing you desire can compare with her.

Proverbs 3:13-15

Even as an adult, there’s still a lingering trace of excitement when you go out to the mailbox. Will there be a postcard from an old friend? A wedding invitation? This month’s issue of your favorite magazine?

Unfortunately, more often than not what greets you when you sort through the mail is none of the above. Instead, you get a paper copy of that bill you already paid two days earlier. A business card from a local landscaping company. A flyer from the cable company begging you to upgrade your package. Junk, junk, junk.

Whether it comes the old-fashioned way or by email, junk mail has a way of ruining the whole experience. After all, when you were a kid, the only mail you ever got was something good, whether it was a Lego catalog or a birthday card from Grandma. But as an adult, you get so much junk mail that it’s almost surprising when you come across the real deal.

The same principle applies when it comes to wisdom—you have to sift through a lot of trash before you come upon any treasure. Thanks to mass communication, you receive no shortage of recommendations, suggestions, and outright orders every day. Some are advertisers trying to sell their product, some are politicians trying to win your vote, and some are just lonely folks crying out for attention. But little of it is wise.

So how do you sort out the trash from the treasure, the junk mail from the real deal? Line up what you’re hearing with the gospel and see how it compares. Is the dispenser of the advice stoking anger or service? Are they pointing you towards holiness or selfishness? Is their ‘wisdom’ making you more or less like Jesus?

You hear a million messages every day, and it can seem impossible to sort through them all. So make the gospel your filter—if you’ll take it seriously, it’ll help you separate the wisdom from the junk.

Friday, August 16, 2024

Time Keeps on Slippin' (Friday Devotional)

 

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.

- Ecclesiastes 3:1

For teachers, staff, parents, and students, this has been back-to-school week around much of the state. From wide-eyed kindergartners to seen-it-all seniors, from rookie teachers to the veterans nearing retirement, everyone has been abuzz with energy and excitement, sad to see summer break end but eager to learn what awaits in the new school year.

For adults who do not live and die by the school calendar, there is some nostalgia for its rhythms. We remember Friday night football games and winter formals and spring recitals. We miss the time when the ringing of a bell told us it was time to move on to something new. We long for the days when recess—a time to get outside and just play—was a mandatory part of our schedules.

While most adults’ calendars are no longer governed by the ringing of the school bell, that doesn’t mean your time is entirely your own. Most jobs have busy seasons and slow seasons. Most families have traditions that are pinned to certain dates.

So for the wise person, making the most of your time means knowing what season you’re about to be in. It means knowing when you’re going to be busy and understanding that you will require extra patience during that period. It means knowing when you’ll have some time on your hands and making yourself more available to others during that time. It means always being ready to help.

Seasons come and seasons go, but the clock is always ticking. Do you know what time it is?

Friday, August 9, 2024

Human Interest Stories (Friday Devotional)

Do nothing from selfish ambition or empty conceit, but in humility regard others as better than yourselves. Let each of you look not to your own interests but to the interests of others.

- Philippians 2:3-4

The Olympic Games, which draw to their conclusion this weekend in Paris, have captivated the world’s attention for the last few weeks. Sports to which we normally pay no mind, from swimming to track and field to table tennis, are suddenly riveting when there’s a medal on the line. For one month every other year we all become ultra-focused on athletes who—excepting transcendent stars like Simone Biles—were unknown to us before the Games and who are often forgotten after them.

What is the special sauce that makes us fall in love with Olympians so quickly? There’s national pride, sure, but that doesn’t explain why we also find room in our hearts for Brazilian gymnasts, French swimmers, and Jamaican sprinters. There’s our admiration for the athletes’ skill, but if that was all, wouldn’t these sports be on primetime TV more often instead of settling for late-night broadcasts on ESPN2?

I think—and all indication is that NBC Sports agrees with me—what draws us in are the human interest stories. When you learn that Luka Mkheidze fled war-torn Georgia and came to France as a refugee in 2010, how could you not cheer for him winning judo’s silver medal for his new country? When you read about how Gabby Thomas balances her 3-6 hours of training with her nightly work at an Austin volunteer clinic for patients without health insurance, how could you root for anyone else in the 200-meter dash? And who wouldn’t get emotional seeing Chinese badminton player Liu Yinchen propose to his girlfriend and mixed doubles partner Huang Yaqiong right after the pair won gold?

These kinds of narratives inspire us, bring us to tears, and otherwise compel us night after night. We can’t get enough of such stories, and we’re always ready to hear the next one. Learning the backgrounds of the athletes is what transforms them from curiosities into people we suddenly care about deeply and powerfully.

But here’s something worth remembering as the Paris Olympics end: everybody has a story. Most are not as cinematic as Olympians’—there are no cameras documenting their daily struggles, no rousing musical score in the background, no victorious moment on the medal stand. But your community is full of stirring stories of single mothers working three jobs to put food on the table, of teachers sacrificing their time, energy, and money to help students with nowhere else to turn, of retirees volunteering 50 hours a week in their twilight years to serve their neighbors. Every day in your neighborhood somebody is battling doubt, depression, and grief with the fortitude of an Olympian and persevering.

There are so many stories to be told if we will only listen, so many neighbors to love if we will only approach like the Samaritan instead of passing by on the other side like the priest and the Levite. Human interest stories need not be the exclusive domain of NBC Sports—there are plenty to learn about in your own community. You just need to open your eyes, your ears, and your heart.

Friday, August 2, 2024

Worth the Wait (Friday Devotional)

“But about that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father…Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.”

- Matthew 24:36,44

This week, people around the country are engaged in a delicate dance. Push notifications have been turned off from the various news apps that normally light up their phones throughout the day. Bookmarked websites like ESPN.com and CNN.com have been mothballed for the week. People keep their noses to the grindstone throughout the day, avoiding all distractions—all so that when they get home, they can watch a tape-delayed broadcast of Olympic events that already happened earlier in the day.

Tape-delayed sports broadcasts, once commonplace for networks, are now basically reserved for the Summer and Winter Olympics. For any other sporting event, viewers can’t or won’t tolerate it—we’ve been conditioned to assume that all sports will be televised live.  Yet because of the time difference between Olympic host cities and the United States, we set our impatience aside and gather around our TVs to watch a network broadcast in primetime like it’s 1985. After all, the Olympics are worth the wait.

There aren’t a lot of things for which we’re willing to show that kind of patience, certainly not to the level of making special accommodations. But for centuries now, the church has—with varying degrees of patience—been awaiting the Day of the Lord, when Christ will return to judge the living and the dead and make all things new. And that anticipation is expected to impact the way we live—we are called to “be ready” for that day.

Does that mean being able to predict when it will come? Not according to Jesus, who said the hour will be one we do not expect. Does it mean setting our lives to the side and devoting all our attention to the wait, like a child staring at their alarm clock on Christmas morning? Not unless all the New Testament commands about service, worship, evangelism, etc. are meant to be suspended.

Rather, being ready means living for eternity now, living as new creations today. It means our ethics are based in the gospel instead of situational relativity. It means we worship in spirit and in truth rather than in selfishness and theory. It means we give Jesus our whole hearts, not just the occasional Sunday morning.

Jesus is coming back, and soon. So get ready for that day—he’s worth the wait.

Thursday, August 1, 2024

July Reading Log

 

I spent a lot of time away from home this month, first for youth camp at Mt. Lebanon in Cedar Hill, then for a couple of days at Port Aransas, then for a longer family trip to Washington D.C., Philadelphia, and Baltimore. It certainly affected what and how much I read this month—I enjoyed hundreds of pages in the cabin at Mt. Lebanon and by the pool at Port A, but was too tired and too busy to read much of anything during our trip Northeast.

In other words, July was a weird one, reading-wise. Here's what I read:

THE WRITER'S LIBRARY by Nancy Pearl and Jeff Schwager

Every writer worth his or her salt is also a reader, and countless interviews with authors across the literary spectrum have testified to this, with many (most?) professional writers including dedicated reading time as part of their work day. But what specific books are writers reading?

That's the question that Nancy Pearl, a librarian, and Jeff Schwager, a playwright, sought to answer with The Writer's Library, a collection of interviews with various leading lights of modern literature. Each conversation covers essentially the same ground: what made you a reader, what authors and books shaped you, what are you reading right now, etc. As a result, this is a book best read one chapter at a time, rather than over a few long sittings, where it would undoubtedly get repetitive.

The value of each chapter, not surprisingly, has a lot to do with how much you value that particular writer. For example, I'm not sure the interview with husband and wife Michael Chabon and Ayelet Waldman was any better than the others in the book, but since Chabon is arguably my favorite author, I was in rapt attention to every answer he gave. Other chapters, where I had little to no familiarity with the interview subject, were skimmed more than read, especially when the answers referred to books I knew nothing about.

Ultimately, this is the kind of book that literature lovers will love. For those on board with books about books—and that's a genre I love, personally—this is well worth your time.

FENCES by August Wilson

This little play, made famous outside the theater community by the 2016 Denzel Washington-Viola Davis film adaptation, is the sixth part of playwright August Wilson's "Century Cycle," ten plays set in Pittsburgh that tell the story of Black America. And, for good reason, it's probably the best known, with apologies to Ma Rainey's Black Bottom, which Chadwick Boseman and Viola Davis adapted to film in 2020.

It tells the story of Troy Maxson, a blue-collar trash collector whose glory days as a Negro Leagues baseball player have passed him by and whose charisma masks equal parts pain and desperation. Troy is an immensely complicated character, whose burdens—children by multiple women, a commitment to keep a roof over the head of his saintly wife and frustrated son—are muddied by his weaknesses. Wife Rose, son Cory, and best friend Bono represent both the audience—cheering Troy on even as they recoil at his sins—and the victims of his iniquity.

As the play progresses, what stands out is the razor thin margin that the family lives on. With Troy as head of household, the Maxson family has little hope of advancing beyond their present state, and Rose and Cory are in no position to change things unless Troy gets his act together.

The play has plenty to say about manhood, responsibility, and the African-American experience in its 102 pages. Give it a read if you can, or at least watch the excellent movie.

ORIGIN by Dan Brown

Since 2000's Angels & Demons, Dan Brown has been entertaining readers with stories of Harvard symbologist (note: not a real job) Robert Langdon and the various puzzles he's solved. Brown and his fictional protagonist became lightning rods for fame and controversy with 2003's The Da Vinci Code, and two lesser follow-ups, The Lost Symbol and Inferno, kept the gravy train rolling, as did Tom Hanks-helmed film adaptations of three of those stories. While I've read all four of these novels, I'm mindful of their flaws—Brown is a gifted storyteller but a poor prose writer, and the Langdon books are the kind of grocery store thrillers that 10 seconds of critical thinking render ridiculous.

But hey, a beach read is a beach read. Nobody's trying to read the Great American Novel while their kids are building sand castles. So let's finish the Langdon series!

In Origin, Brown's higher purpose is to find a middle path between atheism and faith, a task his writing is ill-suited for. But when it comes to the actual story he's telling, this is arguably his best written tale yet. Langdon, having been invited to a hyped presentation by his Steve Jobs-meets-Elon Musk former student at a Spanish museum, unwittingly witnesses said friend's assassination (after all, every Langdon book seemingly must start with a murder in a museum). From there, it's up to Langdon to both solve his friend's murder and reveal his presentation to the world, all with the aid of the future queen of Spain and a Siri-like artificial intelligence named Winston.

The novel is fast-paced and action-packed, but more straightforward than previous Langdon stories, to its benefit. And while Brown's attempts to say Big Things about faith, secularism, and artificial intelligence are ill-advised (cringe, as the kids would say), the story's pretty fun on its own merits. If this winds up being the last Langdon novel (it's been 7 years since its publication, with no announcement about anything forthcoming), Brown could do far worse. A worthy beach read!

SEX, DRUGS, AND COCOA PUFFS by Chuck Klosterman

In a footnote in one of this book's essays, writer Chuck Klosterman gives a better description for his work than any I could come up with: "philosophy for shallow people." Witty, engaging, and unambitious to the point of being occasionally frustrating, Klosterman's writing is intellectual junk food—I loved consuming it, but felt a little regretful afterwards.

Tackling pop culture from all angles, Klosterman speaks as the voice of Generation X, a cohort which by his own admission is way more concerned with what's cool and uncool than with what's important. Klosterman's Big Idea is to see what different elements of mainstream pop culture, from the music we like to the actors we obsess over to the cereal we eat, say about us as people. His observations are clever and insightful, and they hold up surprisingly well given that this book was published in 2003. Furthermore, he's an excellent writer, stringing you along fun tangents like a world-class comedian only to tie it all together with a well-executed punchline.

His talent is perhaps the problem though—the better the essay is, the more you feel like he's wasted his time, and by extension yours, by spending ten pages on the merits and demerits of The Real World. At the risk of sounding like a self-serious snob, what are we doing here? Shouldn't someone at Klosterman's level be punching in a higher weight class?

I had fun reading Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs; it was the perfect book for a pair of plane rides when I needed to be able to put it down at a moment's notice to hold a baby. But I was always left with the feeling that, with a little more ambition and effort, it could have been more meaningful than it was.

ETERNALS by Neil Gaiman and John Romita, Jr.

After reading the Jack Kirby original series and finding it intriguing but impenetrable, then watching the MCU movie (twice!) and finding it intriguing but dull, I was ready to give the Eternals another try, this time with the 2006 miniseries by comics legend and author Neil Gaiman and top-tier artist John Romita, Jr. The result: intriguing (see a pattern?) but ultimately disappointing, falling into the classic miniseries trap of setting up a great story and then failing to deliver a satisfying ending.

Gaiman is trying to juggle a lot of balls at once from the get-go, having to 1) explain why we hadn't heard from the Eternals in ages, 2) tie the miniseries into the Civil War mega-event consuming Marvel at that time, and 3) you know, tell the story he wanted to tell. He accomplishes the first and third priorities by establishing that the various Eternals have forgotten their identities and been living as normal humans (the reason why is explained as the story progresses). As the miniseries goes on, the key Eternals each wake from their slumber, preparing to take on the rival Deviants and prepare for the return of the almighty Celestials.

I would say I loved the first three issues, as Gaiman artfully introduced the cast of characters, established the central conflicts, and laid groundwork for questions that needed to be answered. But in the second half of the series, things got muddy and I started to lose the plot. In attempting to reconcile Kirby's vision with modern Marvel (all while incorporating all the Eternals' appearances in between those eras), Gaiman had a high bar to clear, and in my view, he still had a few inches to go.

Those who saw the Eternals movie will recognize some of the themes, characters, and story beats the movie borrowed from this series, particularly anything involving the character Sprite. But while ultimately unsuccessful in its own right, the film recognized that Gaiman's series shouldn't be faithfully adapted—there were too many kinks to work out. I remain intrigued by the Eternals, arguably Kirby's last gasp of creativity in the twilight of his career—but I still haven't seen a project that brings them to their full potential.

CIVIL WAR by Mark Millar and Steve McNiven

Eternals' nods to the 2006-2007 Civil War mega-event got me hankering to read that series for the first time since its publication, when I was buying the individual issues at my local comic shop. The much-hyped event, later adapted in the MCU, was arguably the last and most successful big crossover by either DC or Marvel, and legitimately did change the face of the Marvel Universe for years to come.

But was it good? Well, as I remembered, it was something of a mixed bag.

First the positive. The premise is outstanding, so simple that it's hard to believe it took 40+ years for someone to think of it. Following a tragedy, the U.S. government passes a law requiring all superheroes to register with the Feds or face imprisonment. Iron Man leads the pro-registration side, Captain America leads the rebels, and boom, we have ourselves a Civil War. Beyond the premise, Steve McNiven's widescreen art is appropriately dramatic and eye-catching, as is Mark Millar's scripting.

So where does Civil War fall short? Like many events, it relies too heavily on crossover issues with titles outside the main book. For example, one of the pro-registration side's chief sins is building a prison in the Negative Zone, a crime which is mentioned offhand in this series after clearly having been introduced elsewhere. Beyond that nitpick, all significant character work outside of Iron Man, Captain America, and Spider-Man is left to other titles—this book is all plot. Finally, this book read much better in real time—over the seven months it was published—than it does in collected format, where it feels rushed and somewhat disconnected.

As an event, Civil War was a massive success, one both Marvel and DC have been trying to replicate ever since. As a standalone series, it has definite weak points that distract from its more obvious strengths. Worth a read for any Marvel fan, but don't expect the virtually flawless fun of the movie adaptation.