Friday, April 11, 2008

April 11, 2008

Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)


People who hate the Yankees should move to China.


Think about it.

Why do people hate the Yankees?

Disingenuous rationalizers say, "I hate the Yankees because they buy the best players."

I don't think so.

It's unAmerican not to buy the best.


Maybe people who hate the Yankees are communists; which would make them more comfortable in, uh, China.


It could be a 10th commandment thing.

Americans really don't root for the underdog; unless, of course, they're the, uh, underdog.

A colleague and insufferable Dodgers fan gave a large plaque to me less than three years ago when I moved to where I am; and it hangs in my study boasting in big bold letters, "NEW YORK YANKEES! IT'S HARD TO BE HUMBLE!"

Going back to that Twiggy following Dolly Parton to the beach analogy, fans of the also-rans know Jesus is gonna return before they could ever dream/hallucinate about matching the Bronx Bombers' trophy case.


I live in Belvidere, Illinois; which ain't exactly the Big Apple.

Despite the, uh, hallunications of White Sox fans, the Cubs are the big deal around here.

I like the Cubs.

I even wear one of their hats, which one of my best friends gave to me, while playing golf; especially when I'm playing poorly.


I love the Yankees.

Unlike that carpetbagging Senator who has a pathological problem with confessing real affinities and claims to be a Yankees fan despite growing up in Chicago which would be like Taiwan or Tibet rooting for Peking in the Olympics, I don't pretend allegiances; for if I claimed to be who I am not then nobody would trust me when I confessed who I am.

And that, by the way, is why I am part of the ABHRC movement.

I can deal with lefties and righties as long as they're straighties.

It's an, uh, Christian ethic.


Who said we're not supposed to win?

You don't hear that kind of talk down in Chapel Hill or over in South Bend or up in Green Bay.

I never heard Mickey Mantle, Reggie Jackson, Lawrence Taylor, Mike Ditka, Willis Reed, the real Rocky, Ali, Larry Bird, Magic, Dr. J., Dean Smith, Michael Jordan, Ben Hogan, Jack Nicklaus, Tiger Woods, or any other winner say losing is O.K.

Jesus was a winner.

He beat death.

He said anyone can beat death by joining His team and following His playbook.


Can you imagine - some folks reimagine lots of funky stuff - Jesus saying one step before the cross as prelude to the empty tomb, "Ah, that'll do...Finishing second in this spiritual war isn't that bad...I'll wait for somebody else to do it...Don't ask...Don't tell...Don't knock..."?


Some folks are like that.

Yankees haters.

Some churches are like that: "Give of your less than best to the Master...We're a discount house of worship where the tithe is a tip of 2%...Dang, I'm happy to have inherited last year's legacy so I can stuff it in the casket when I go...Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free? Works for me!...O Master, let me ride in a Mercedes to show the world how sacrificial and humble I am..."


I'd like to drive a BMW, own a Harley, play at Pebble Beach, and pay off the plastic.

So like Yankees haters and clergy who drive cars antithetical to the whole servant thing, I struggle with the 10th commandment too.

Uh, I struggle with a few others as well.



This isn't about the Yankees anyway.

It's about mainline pulpiteers and pewsitters.

You're supposed to win the world for Jesus.

And unless you lied when you became a cleric or member or didn't understand the questions of ordination and membership or changed your mind and don't have the integrity to move to China, you're in this to win as profiled in Jesus and prescribed in the Bible.

If not, you can move to China or go to...

I'll bet you're glad that ain't my call.

Don't be so huffy about it.

I'm glad it ain't your call.

It's better to stick with a winner like Jesus.


Blessings and Love!

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