Tough

Perhaps this sounds familiar:

Tough Decisions on Sports Sunday
by Scoop Jackson
espn.com

I have a friend who recently got an e-mail from his pastor:

“Dear Jon, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face during service on Sundays. It would be really nice to see you return to worship with us.”

Ugh. The guilt. When I talked to Jon during the week, I asked him where he was watching the game that Sunday. I knew that Jon, a huge Chicago Bears fan, was getting mentally prepped to watch the Bears beat the lowly Detroit Lions.

Jon didn’t have an answer.

But Jon’s problem that particular week wasn’t his love affair with just the Bears; rather, it was his love affair with sports.  Of all Sundays for the Lord (or in this case, one of the Lord’s messengers) to interrupt, that one was one of the worst.  Not only were the Bears playing the Lions, but the second games of the day were huge matchups.  The Saints against the Jets was a matchup of two undefeated teams. The Broncos against the Cowboys is a big game on any Sunday. To make matters worse, Game 3 of the WNBA Finals was that day, too. Just to give you an indication of how deep Jon is into women’s basketball, he was the one who told me about Ashley and Courtney Paris before they went to Oklahoma.

Then there were the baseball games taking place at the same time as the NFL games. Not just any baseball games — playoff-deciding games on the last day of the regular season! Twins-Royals and Tigers-White Sox with the AL Central title on the line.

Did I mention that Jon is a season ticket holder for the White Sox? He loves baseball.

Jon was struggling with his decision for three days. The e-mail from his pastor was weighing heavily on him. He knew that ever since football season began, he had been having trouble making it to the noon service. His wife gave him “the look” every Sunday morning when she walked out the door. His kids didn’t know any better, saying, “Have fun watching your game, Daddy,” as they left for Sunday school.

None of that made Jon budge. But when the pastor personally e-mails you to say that out of a congregation of more than 500, he misses your face, that’s hard to ignore. That’s guilt.

But my man had a plan — as any true sports fan would. While he was finally answering my question about where he would watch the game, he spit out the blueprint.

“OK, I’m going to TiVo the Bears-Lions game while I’m at church,” he said. “I’ll get home by 2 p.m. I won’t listen to the radio or talk to anyone so they won’t tell me the score, and I can just start watching the game from the beginning when I get home. At the same time, like during the commercials, I can check in on the Saints-Jets game and the Cowboys-Broncos game.”

“Bro, you forgot about the WNBA game,” I said, reminding him that it would be virtually impossible to watch four games at one time.

“OK, then I’ll just DVR the Mercury-Fever game and watch it after I watch all three of the football games,” he rationalized.

Then I threw him two more roadblocks.

“Jon, two things,” I said. “One, you are not going to be able to watch the other football games live, because at some point the ticker at the bottom of the screen will tell you the result of the Bears-Lions game. … And did you forget that the Steelers and the Chargers are the Sunday night game?”

He was stuck. Stuck between a rock and a sports Sunday. No man is supposed to choose athletic worship over religious fellowship. Yet every Sunday during the football season, MLB postseason and WNBA Finals, we have to do just that: choose.

Most of us find ways to work it out. Work it out with our families; work it out with God.

But this time, there was a third party. A third party that put a level of guilt into the situation that no man could shake. “… It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face during service on Sundays. It would be really nice to see you return to worship with us.”

Jon wrestled with the decision for days. I never sweated him to find out what he was going to do. I really didn’t think he had a choice.

I called him Sunday night, at halftime of the Steelers/Chargers game. “How about them Bears!” he screamed into the phone. “Them Saints, and I think the Broncos are for real! I forgot they had Brian Dawkins. And did you see Jason Kubel? Two three-run blasts. Six RBIs!”

It seemed as if he didn’t miss anything. I was wondering how he’d gotten it all in and not missed church. Impossible.

“Yeah, but Fams, you missed [a great] WNBA game,” I said, assuming he had to miss something.

“No, I didn’t,” he shot back. “And even though [Diana] Taurasi was cold from outside all game, they still should have gotten the ball to her to take the final shot. She woulda nailed it.”

I sat on the other end of the phone, confused and quiet, trying to figure it all out. He couldn’t have … naw, not that. I know he didn’t not go to church. Did he?

“I know what you are thinking,” he said in the midst of my silence. “And yes, I did go to church. The pastor was checking for me.”

As it turned out, he simply watched the Bears-Lions game and followed both baseball games on his BlackBerry during Sunday’s service. He said to me: “Hey, God understands. He’s a Bears fan, too.” 

Room

The Christmas Celebration in Bagdad included a poster of Jesus.

Joy to the world, the Lord has come!
Let earth receive her king!
Let every heart prepare Him room, and heaven and nature sing!

That may be possible …

The following story is from CNN, and you can find it here.

And maybe, just maybe, every single heart can prepare him room.  Even the heart which has never believed.

Baghdad Celebrates First Public Christmas Amid Hope, Memories
by Jill Dougherty
CNN.com

From a distance, it looks like an apparition: a huge multi-colored hot-air balloon floating in the Baghdad sky, bearing a large poster of Jesus Christ. Below it, an Iraqi flag.

Welcome to the first-ever public Christmas celebration in Baghdad, held Saturday and sponsored by the Iraqi Interior Ministry. Once thought to be infiltrated by death squads, the Ministry now is trying to root out sectarian violence — as well as improve its P.R. image.

The event takes place in a public park in eastern Baghdad, ringed with security checkpoints. Interior Ministry forces deployed on surrounding rooftops peer down at the scene: a Christmas tree decorated with ornaments and tinsel; a red-costumed Santa Claus waving to the crowd, an Iraqi flag draped over his shoulders; a red-and-black-uniformed military band playing stirring martial music, not Christmas carols.

On a large stage, children dressed in costumes representing Iraq’s many ethnic and religious groups — Kurds, Turkmen, Yazidis, Christians, Arab Muslims not defined as Sunni or Shiite — hold their hands aloft and sing “We are building Iraq!” Two young boys, a mini-policeman and a mini-soldier sporting painted-on mustaches, march stiffly and salute.

Even before I can ask Interior Ministry spokesman Major-General Abdul Karim Khalaf a question, he greets me with a big smile. “All Iraqis are Christian today!” he says.

Khalaf says sectarian and ethnic violence killed thousands of Iraqis. “Now that we have crossed that hurdle and destroyed the incubators of terrorism,” he says, “and the security situation is good, we have to go back and strengthen community ties.”

In spite of his claim, the spokesman is surrounded by heavy security. Yet this celebration shows that the security situation in Baghdad is improving.

Many of the people attending the Christmas celebration appear to be Muslims, with women wearing head scarves. Suad Mahmoud, holding her 16-month-old daughter, Sara, tells me she is indeed Muslim, but she’s very happy to be here. “My mother’s birthday also is this month, so we celebrate all occasions,” she says, “especially in this lovely month of Christmas and New Year.”

Father Saad Sirop Hanna, a Chaldean Christian priest, is here too. He was kidnapped by militants in 2006 and held for 28 days. He knows firsthand how difficult the lot of Christians in Iraq is but, he tells me, “We are just attesting that things are changing in Baghdad, slowly, but we hope that this change actually is real. We will wait for the future to tell us the truth about this.”

He just returned from Rome. “I came back to Iraq because I believe that we can live here,” he says. “I have so many [Muslim] friends and we are so happy they started to think about things from another point of view and we want to help them.”

The Christmas celebration has tables loaded with cookies and cakes. Families fill plates and chat in the warm winter sun. Santa balloons hang from trees. An artist uses oil paint to create a portrait of Jesus.

In the middle of the park there’s an art exhibit, the creation of 11- and 12-year-olds: six displays, each about three feet wide, constructed of cardboard and Styrofoam, filled with tiny dolls dressed like ordinary people, along with model soldiers and police. They look like model movie sets depicting everyday life in Baghdad.

Afnan, 12 years old, shows me her model called “Arresting the Terrorists.”

“These are the terrorists,” she tells me. “They were trying to blow up the school.” In the middle of the street a dead “terrorist” sprawls on the asphalt, his bloody arm torn from his body by an explosion. Afnan tells me she used red nail polish to paint the blood. A little plastic dog stands nearby. “What is he doing?” I ask. “He looks for terrorists and searches for weapons and explosives,” Afnan says.

Her mother, the children’s art teacher, Raja, shows me another child’s display called “Baghdad Today.”

“This is a wedding,” Raja explains. “Despite the terrorism, our celebrations still go ahead. This is a park, families enjoying time. And this is a market where people go shopping without fear of bombings. This is a mosque where people can pray with no fear.”

In the middle is a black mound that looks like a body bag. Policemen and Interior Ministry forces surround it. “This is terrorism,” she tells me. “We killed it and destroyed it, and our lives went back to normal.”

A Christmas tale perhaps, I think, but one that many Iraqis hope will come true.

Misplaced

It’s as if they have lost something.

They filled the stadium in Denver, some 80,000 of them, and lights danced on their faces and they listened to the music of popular musicians, and they held their signs, and showed their smiles, and their exuberance flowed through the screens of televisions, and it was almost infectious.

The stage was built to mirror the architecture of ancient wisdom and democracy, and the stage, the blue stage, looked like the color of the world’s most famous office.  And then he appeared.

He walked into the moment, into the charge, and the stadium with the thousands erupted into a climactic and communal experience.  They have come to see their deliverer.

They would not stop their applause, their emotions overflowing, and he stood there, with what seemed to be a look of almost sheer terror, as though this notion, this idea, this race, was almost too big, even for him.  And the grandiosity of the stage, and the thousands of people, made him look so very, very small, and I had the passing thought that this great idea to stage him in such a large venue with such common and enduring symbolism should have been given more thought.

But that is all pomp.  There are plenty political statements to be made.  And he made them, without shame.  This deliverer decided to use his stage, and his moment, to use biting words, attackful words, that played to the crowd, and the more he delivered his diatribe, the louder the voices became. 

And I feel sorry for each of them.

For the entertainers, who were needed to help fill the oversized arena, and for their songs, their petty, momentous songs. 

For the politicians who were asked to speak, needing and craving the high of the moment. 

For his one-time political rivals, who wished the stage bore their name instead. 

And for the people who felt the need to venerate a mere man.

That’s all he really is.  Place his record aside.  Place his issues aside.  Forget his agendas.  Forget even the controversies.  He is just a man.  A man in a seemingly excitable moment.  But he is just a man.  He cannot solve the myriad of problems his followers endure.  And surely, no man can solve the problems of some three hundred million people.

And to what does this lend any conventional thought?  We are known as a nation where most hold some type of belief in God, with some type of guided and consistent morality.  At least that is our learned reputation.  But this idea that we can put all thoughts of faith to the side to almost worship one man – this smacks at the core of who we think we really are.

These people, these 80,000 strong have gathered together, amidst the lights and the sounds and the exuberance, to place this man and his ideals above all else.  And when they go to their places of worship, and offer their sacrifices of time and money and praise, I can only imagine how God must feel to know that these people may have so misplaced their faith – that these people have taken a part of their dependence on God, and placed it on the shoulders of just a man.

How will God accept their songs?  What does he think when he hears them offer prayers for this one man to save their troubled country?  Once, God saved a great and large group of people from oppression, only to hear their cries to be returned to slavery.  And God met their demands and complaints with a generation of wondering and purging for the very people he liberated.
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So as these people, these 80,000, wash themselves in this contemporary moment, beneath the lights and the celebration and the hope they now place into the hands of just one man, and as their fascination grows with the cacophony of applause and emotion, I can only spend time in prayer, that in some way, they can find the only one that can really save them.

Arise

I am no archaeologist.

I teach a course on world civilization at the local college.  The first chapter of the textbook is the chapter of evolution, or, better said, a commentary on the discovery of skeletal remains of beings that closely resemble humans.  The challenge, in teaching the first few days of this course, is to counteract what the text holds to be indisputable truth:  that we are the product of survivalist evolution.  Actually, it is all intelligent conjecture, but none of it can be absolutely proven.  The first city in the history of the world was the city of Jericho (or the site of Catal Huyuk, but not all of that has been revealed as of yet), and Jericho was bound together in the form of a community around 10,000 BC.  But, there are artifacts of humanity found prior even to this date.  The archaeological discoveries of these artifacts present a myriad of questions, none of which I really want to address here.  But they are very, very interesting.

So, when stories come across the wire that not only discuss the latest, or most prominent archaeology discoveries, I can’t help but read them.  And when those discoveries intersect archaeology and religion, the read, and the find, becomes much more interesting.

The International Herald Tribune recently published a report on the discovery, or re-discovery, of an artifact that not only intersects archaeology and faith, but uncovers the idea resurrection outside of the biblical text.  This artifact is a tablet, referred to in some books as Gabriel’s Revelation, and was found near the Dead Sea, and presents the idea of messianic resurrection. 

The suggestion that arises from this tablet is that the idea of a messianic resurrection is not unique to Christianity, or, even to Jesus, and that this story may have held some prevalence in Jewish circles before, and during, the life of Jesus himself. 

In other words, it was either a common story, or a common belief, not original to the presentation of this idea given by Jesus.

David Jeselsohn and Gabriel's Revelation

To be fair, the tablet literally has the words (in Aramaic) “in three days,” followed by the word “live.”  The archangel Gabriel is giving this prophetic word, and is speaking to someone identified only as the “prince of princes.”  These lines, combined with Gabriel’s message in the Old Testament book of Daniel, seem to indicate that these two people were meant to be one in the same. 

This idea is combined with a story of which Josephus details, of a man named Simon, killed by Herodian officials.  The theory is pushed that this tablet was written to, or by, Simon’s followers.

But this is just a theory, and there is nothing in the text that refers to anyone named Simon.  It is, however, fairly accepted that the table dates from the first century, B.C., just a few decades before the birth of Christ.  And given the devastating political situation of the Jewish people, the people of God, controlled and oppressed (again) by the hands of foreigners, it is theologically assumed that the Jewish people longed for another deliverer, such as Moses himself delivered the chosen from the hands of foreigners.

The idea of the tablet, anyway, constitutes the shedding of blood for salvation and repentance.  This idea, found in the story of the bible, from the first story of humanity, through the story of Christ, is an idea of atonement, or the idea that the sinful will die, if there is no acceptable offering as a substitute.  With lines that speak of bloodshed offering pathways to justice, and that this prince will live in three days (if it is translated correctly) it is no surprise that the story this tablet records sounds very, very familiar.

The controversy, then, is whether or not the sacrifice of a great leader will lead to the salvation of the Jewish people from the hands of oppression, or was he really to be a savior to all of humanity? 

The idea presented in the tablet is not very different from the mission of Christ, in its purest form.  The idea of sacrifice, not only itemized in the biblical texts, was the central message of Christ.  A leader should offer himself on behalf of his beloved.  And the very life and death of Christ is presented as the atonement that did lead to salvation.  But, the story continues with a resurrection that was, and is, the very triumph of perfection over the decay of flesh and morality. 

After all, a sacrifice that just dies prompts the idea of necessary and continuous sacrifice – because people never really stop sinning, and consistently require atonement.  But a sacrifice that defies natural law, and rises to live and breath and sustain itself also defies the need of constant atonement.

And whether that idea was a political thought of oppressed Jews in the years before the birth of Christ, really, is irrelevant.  Of course people were looking for a perfect sacrifice, and the perfect Savior.

They still do.

Image

Che Guevara has become a symbol, albeit tainted, of revolutionary change, in our modern era.

As a supporter and partner to Fidel Castro, Guevara assisted Castro and his revolutionary forces in the coup of the pro-American leader of Cuba, Fulgencio Batista, in 1959, and further solidified the ties with, what was then, Communist Russia.  That resulting relationship led to what has become known as the Cuban Missile Crisis, which was a nuclear stand-off between Russia and America, over the placement of destructive missleson the Cuban islands.  That crisis was just three years after the Castro revolution, and the ending of that crisis left Cuba without real international support when Russia agreed to withdraw the ballistic missiles.  The treaty that ended the crisis also promised that America would remove missiles placed in Turkey, and that it would not invade Cuba.  It is no surprise, then, that since Castro’s revolution, America has frozen and terminated ties with Cuba. 

Guevara left Cuba shortly thereafter, travelling to Africa, to ignite further revolutionary change, against governments that were supported by America.  He was killed in Bolivia in 1967.

Perhaps, though, he would never have been as famous had it not been for this image, taken at a memorial service for maybe one hundred Cubans, who had died in the explosion of a Belgian ship carrying munitions:

Che Guevara, taken by Alberto Korda

This picture, taken by Alberto Korda, has become iconic, and representative, in the last sixty years, of revolutionary desire.  It has been called, by some, the most recognized photograph of the twentieth century, and maybe the most reproduced, since Korda never sought royalties for it’s reproduction.

The picture was further stylized by Jim Fitzpatrick, a sympathizer.  In an interview with the BBC in October, 2007, he stated that he wanted this image to “breed like rabbits.”  He was upset and distraught that this man, so highly respected for his revolutionary zeal, was never given so much as a memorial. 

Che Guevara, by Jim Fitzpatrick

Trisha Ziff, who, at the time of the 2007 BBC interview, was the curator of a traveling exhibit of Che’s images.  She stated in the interview that, “Che Guevara has become a brand. And the brand’s logo is the image, which represents change. It has becomes the icon of the outside thinker, at whatever level – whether it is anti-war, pro-green or anti-globalisation.”

All of that may be true.  Isabel Hilton, in an article which appeared in the New Statesmen, on October 8, 2007, wrote that Che took upon himself the sins of the world and the causes of the oppressed, and because of that, and because of his death at a relatively young age, he has come to represent a modern Messiah.  She continues to say that, “To this assorted list, as to oppressed peoples elsewhere, Che has little to offer as a guide to making revolution. What he does have is the messianic image of sacrifice for the sins–or sufferings–of others. Regardless of his failures and contradictions, or the obsolescence of his methods and ideology, the potency of that image, with its symbolic, religious quality, continues to inspire.”

This iconography was so powerful that in 1999, the Church of England used the template of Fitzpatrick’s Che to encourage people to attend church. 

Jesus as Che, 1999

The ad campaign was intended to bring more people to church on Easter Sunday, in 1999.  It invoked a wave of controversy as well, seemingly placing Christ in the revolutionary mindset of what modern revolutionaries look like.  It also prompted those within the Church of England to defend their ad campaign.

The original image has also inspired modern artist Shepard Fairey to design a poster for one of our current presidential candidates.

This image has catapulted Fairey to the national stage, especially when the story broke earlier this year Che’s image was found at one of the campaign headquarters in Houston, Texas.  And though the campaign denounced that particular action, they have not denounced, per se, the reproduction of this image.

So Che now, after half of a century, represents change in its purest form.  And maybe he has become something of a brand.  But the frightening thing is that Che himself, removed from the image and the campaigns, represented change that was distinctly against America, and the imperialism that Guevara and Castro both believed existed, in Cuba, and elsewhere. 

There are, I think, a few problems using his image in any other capacity.

Using it for Christ poses a rather large problem.  Christ was not a revolutionary against the Roman government, and nothing really supports that, particularly when Christ makes a statement to his critics, telling them to give to Caesar whatever belongs to Caesar.  If anything, Christ was a revolutionary against Judaic law, which, though ruled the Jewish people, was rather insignificant on the world stage.  But even if you make the argument that he was a revolutionary against the Judaic law, then he would be a rather insignificant revolutionary at that.  His true revolutionary stance, when viewed theologically, was that he spurred personal revolutions against human tendencies, and human fraility, and the freedom he offers is not really freedom from any government, or any law, and to reduce him and his image to that really dilutes the central message of his story.

On the other front, using Che’s image for a presidential candidate again poses another problem altogether.  Guevara was the physical representation of someone who abhors America, by validating revolutionary forces that were reactionaries against supported American governments in the various represented countries.  To be fair, no presidential candidate authorized this image to be made.  But not condemning the image is, in a way, validating it.

Guevara’s image, by itself, is powerful, even if one is unfamiliar with it’s historical surroundings.  It evokes something in us that wants us to know more about this man, and about his situation.  And though the core beliefs of Guevara, beliefs of change and revolution, are, at their foundations, admirable, those beliefs are worth a second look, particularly when his image is used to support the most famous man whom has ever lived, and maybe the most famous man alive today.