One of the most life-giving things I get to do is announce for several of Sonora High School’s sports teams. Each game, each sport, each team has a unique character and flavor that keep me energized and on my toes.
This season I added something to my repertoire that I haven’t been intentional about before: I have been praying by name for the players and coaches of the teams I announce for. I haven’t been as consistent as I’d hoped but when they come to mind, I pray; when I see them before the game or get a brief conversation with one or two (like when a flag football player comes up to the booth to sing the national anthem), I’ve ask if there’s something specific I can pray for. The responses have ranged from “huh? I don’t know” to “wow! Thank you!” And, quite selfishly, I’ve asked God to show me very specific answers to prayer … some sign that he’s hearing my prayers (I know he is) and working in their lives in response to my prayers.
The real purpose of this particular post, though, is to see if I could embed a playoff bracket on my site! Yes, it’s playoff time for fall sports, and Sonora’s volleyball and flag football teams are both in. Our boys football team–the reigning California state champions for their division–are also undefeated going into their last regular season game on Halloween and are hoping to go deep into playoffs again, maybe even to repeat last year’s run to the title game.
Our girls volleyball team is the #1 seed in the division, meaning that as long as they win, they’ll play at home until the championship. They won Round 1 last night, host the quarter finals tomorrow, and have a good chance at hosting the semi-finals on Nov 4. Regional Championship, if they make it, will be on Saturday, Nov 8.
If you’re in the area, come out to join us for any of these games. Keep an eye on the bracket below.
Spending some time with God this morning, dealing with my own stuff (we all have stuff, don’t we?), I came across these words recorded by one of his ancient prophets, Micah:
“You do not stay angry forever, But delight to show mercy.”
Those words brought great comfort to me, who give God plenty of reason to be angry—and, therefore, plenty of opportunity for God to show me mercy.
And then I thought of our world, and particularly our nation, and how seldom—and how poorly—we think of mercy. We lean more toward the word justice, I think, whether calling for it, crying out for it, or lamenting its absence around us. Justice and mercy seem to be at odds with each other … but are they really?
The word “delight” jumped out at me. Not a word I use much, or feel much, in my own life, and certainly not in the context of mercy. Sometimes, I think, if we’re honest ourselves—if I’m honest with myself—we almost hate to see mercy granted … at least for someone else.
And then we come face to face with God, who, according to Micah, “delights to show mercy.” Let that sink in: God DELIGHTS to show mercy! He enjoys it, loves it, gets a kick out of it, is thrilled by it.
Mercy isn’t the opposite of justice, it’s the antidote for injustice.
I’m going to try today to delight right along with God in the mercy he shows me. Maybe you could, too.
And then, if you want (as I do) for our nation and our world to be a better place, then let’s see if we can work on delighting in mercy not just for ourselves but for others, too.
“The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.” —Frederick Buechner
I’m a PA announcer for high school sports. What started as an event—MC’ing a breast cancer awareness night for my daughter’s volleyball team—has turned into an eight-years-and-counting side gig, all volunteer, announcing four sports and a couple parades a year.
This year I was asked to add softball to my repertoire. The team had never had an announcer and the only audio they had was a single 12” karaoke speaker. I knew if we were going to take the program up a level like they wanted to, we were going to need something more, so I visited the boys baseball team, watched their announcer, saw what he did for music, and scoped out the sound system. Then I decided to see if I could get people to help me with the cost of buying a similar system.
As I planned a GoFundMe campaign, I set my sights on raising $1,000. But I needed a tag line, something to catch the ear, to quickly tell people the what and why behind the ask. I thought about what I do and why and landed on “A Voice For Good.” A little online sleuthing showed only one organization using that name—a nonprofit music group out of Utah with a similar motivation but different methods—and no apparent copyright issues, so I adopted it as my tag line. But the phrase has become so much more.
As I’ve reflected on the various jobs I’ve held and meaningful work I’ve done throughout my life, I’ve realized that “a voice for good” is an accurate summation of who I am and what I’ve done: teacher, trainer, radio operator, pastor, chaplain … all rely on using my voice, and all are aimed in one way or another at bringing good, whether that means truth, wisdom, and encouragement or peace, safety, and healing.
There are deeper lessons, too:
I’ve been given a gift (my voice); some gifts come with responsibility to use them for good and for others.
There’s a lot of bad in the world; people—especially kids—need to hear good.
I have fun doing what I do!
If what Frederick Buechner said is true (see the quote at the top of this post), I must be in the place God has for me. And that’s good.
Take a few moments to drink in the picture above. What do you see? Look at each part of the painting. Work your way from the large, primary elements—a young girl, an angel, a suburban neighborhood—down to the details. Let loose your imagination. What does each detail suggest to you? What does it mean?
I love the untied saddle shoes and the girl’s focus on the book in her hands. She reminds me of a middle school girl in one of the classes I substitute taught. The artist, John Collier, calls his painting Annunciation; I call it “Middle School Mary.”
A few weeks before Christmas I was invited to preach on the Advent theme of joy. As I read the Bible passages assigned for the week (Isaiah 35:1–10, Psalm 146:5, Luke 1:46b–55, James 5:7–10, and Matthew 11:2–11), I looked for indications of joy. The word showed up once or twice, but the contexts of the passages seemed grounds for anything but joy: Isaiah 35 speaks of desert, wilderness, and parched land; James speaks of patience in suffering; in Matthew 11, Jesus’ cousin John is in prison. And then there’s Mary’s song (Luke 1) which, admittedly, I’ve usually skipped over.
A few days before I was to preach, a friend had posted the image above on his social media pages, along with a couple other non-traditional artistic interpretations of Christmas. Collier’s painting hung in my mind as I read and re-read Mary’s song. At first, it was hard to reconcile the faith and joy of her words with the earth-shattering news this unmarried teenage girl had just received. I imagined that 7th-grade girl in my class who always had her nose in a book. How would her world change with the discovery that she was pregnant? What if one of my own daughters had come to me as a teen and told me she was to have a baby? All the impacts you can imagine for a young, unmarried girl would certainly be true of Mary: Whispers, rumors, sideways glances. Embarrassment, shame, social rejection.
Of course, none of these (except for Joseph’s intent to quietly end his relationship with her) are recorded in scripture. Clearly, God wants us to see Mary’s ready and humble acceptance of the incredible purpose and mission he has for her. But her response should shock us. We should be jolted out of our comfortable complacency by the very fact of this young girl’s unquestioning obedience.
What is her response? Joy. Abject joy! She praises God. She sees herself as part of a bigger plan, a movement toward God’s work of restoration and redemption. Instead of shame, she feels blessed. In place of rejection, she trusts in God’s acceptance and control. Where others condemn, she receives God’s mercy. Joy.
But how? And what can we learn from Mary’s response? For me, the lesson was found in rethinking joy. In spite of hearing (and preaching) countless messages explaining the difference between happiness and joy, I still confuse the two. I want happiness; I need joy. Calvin Miller writes:
Happiness is a buoyant emotion that results from the momentary plateaus of well-being that characterize our lives. Joyis bedrock stuff. Joy is a confidence that operates irrespective of our moods. Joy is the certainty that all is well, however we feel.
Calvin Miller, The Taste of Joy, 11. Emphasis added.
When I confuse the two, when I settle for happiness, I doom myself to an unsettled life of emotional highs and lows, like a small boat on a windswept sea.
Mary’s joyful acceptance and obedience is rooted in a lifetime of expectant relationship with God. Though as a girl she would not have had formal training in a Hebrew school, her joy-filled song in response to Elizabeth’s greeting clearly shows a deep awareness and understanding of the history of her Jewish ancestors, God’s work among them throughout that history, and their anticipation of a Savior.
It is this disciplined and expectant faith that prepared Mary to receive with joy the disruptive, indeed world-shattering, report that she, an unmarried teenager, is pregnant. Mary didn’t need to find joy; she knew joy in the middle of the disruption because her faith was built on the bedrock of God’s goodness.
What about you? What about me? Am I looking for joy, or do I know joybecause I know God and his goodness? Have I practiced the discipline of knowing God and his Word so that I can trust his goodness? Do I trust that he is at work for good in the world even as I am bombarded with news of wars and famines? Do I trust in his good plan even as I hear yet another diagnosis of cancer, a father’s death, a child’s struggle with addiction?
It is easy to see pain and death and destruction in the world around me. It is easy to recognize the masks of that pain on social media. Seeing the goodness of God takes discipline and work and trust. And in this disciplined trust in God’s goodness is a joy I can know.
(For John Collier’s own commentary about his painting, noting both the traditional symbolism and the modern interpretation, watch this video.)
Death rains and reigns. Evil dances. Lies cry out. And still He waits.
Your time is perfect, Your grace severe, Your patience intolerable
As children die Women raped Men slaughtered
A bike lies fallen Bodies draped with sheets Cars become tombs
How many more will die Before one more is saved for eternity?
And where are Your people? Who will cry out “PEACE! STOP!”? Who will sacrifice for war to end? When will the world arise?
Are we so terrified of the killing machines we ourselves have created that we will allow thousands more to die, to be raped, maimed, orphaned, before we will say with our lives, “ENOUGH!”?
And what of my own hypocrisy?
Yes, I care more for the thousands in Ukraine than the thousands in Syria.
Forgive me, Gracious Father.
Aleppo broke your heart as much as Mariupol. Or more, for its forgottenness in the world.
Let my heart break for the widows the orphans the immigrants and refugees the poor wherever they are whatever their skin or homeland or language or faith
Rise again, LORD Jesus On this Easter morning. Won’t you rise and bring death to its end
Judge the world Strike down the brute In the palace or the tent … or my own heart
LORD Sabaoth, LORD of Hosts Bring an end to the reign of terror Let the generals rise up against their commander Let the privates lay down their arms Let the officers and the sergeants end the atrocities
Reveal yourself as God of justice and wrath …and grace
