The Old Sandlot

It was 1987, I was a towering 4′ (maybe) 6″ menace from the mound. I had perfected two pitches. A mean sinker and an un-hittable fastball with pinpoint accuracy. But then came that one fateful day during our team warm up. We were all near the back fence playing catch and loosening up. The ball was up in the air, I went back, caught the ball, turned my head and found the fence. Blood gushed out of a deep gash a quarter of inch under my right eye, and it was off to the ER to get stitches. I was supposed to pitch that game, but instead, the coach’s son took the mound, and I never pitched again. Would I have been the original “dice-k”? Probably not, but who knows how long I could’ve played baseball for? High school? College? Minors? Oh well, missed opportunity.

Life is full of those. Some are really insignificant, like driving down the highway and realizing you need gas just as you pass a gas station only to find that all the ones you pass now are 2 cents more. And then some are really significant, with eternal ramifications.

The other day, I was in the kitchen with my cousin talking about questions kids ask, and the following conversation ensued:

cousin: Cameron asked me a hard question the other day.
me: Oh yeah? What did he ask?
cousin: He asked, “If I’m good, will God bring me back to life?” Do you see how hard that question is?
me: What did you say?
cousin: I asked Cameron why he asked that question. Cameron’s teacher had told him that God brought Jesus back to life after he died.
me: That is a tricky question.

And that was pretty much the last thing I said. All along, in my head, I was thinking, perfect opportunity to explain the amazing grace that God offers. He does want to bring us back to life, in fact, he wants to give us eternal life. But all I could muster was “That is a tricky question.” Missed opportunity? Uh…what do you think? And that’s what I do for a living – sorta. I share with students all the time about Christ and I couldn’t share with my very own nephew.

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Deja Vu

Tony Scott. The director that brought us great profound movie lines like “I don’t like you because you’re dangerous.” “That’s right! Ice….man. I am dangerous.” Or good mind numbing action dramas like “Crimson Tide” or “Enemy of the State”. “Deja Vu” did not disappoint. I enjoyed it for several reasons. Denzel. Enough said. The movie was filmed and released in New Orleans while I was living in the city post Katrina. And the never-gets-old idea of time travel. But something that really stuck out to me was a simple dialogue exchange that happened twice in the movie.

Being a follower of Christ, my desire is to know Him and love Him as best as I can. Integral to that is to love others as best as I can. And in loving others as best as I can, it would only make sense to share with them that which is most important to me, that which promises a fullness of life, that which promises hope and freedom.

In my line of work, talking to students about Christ inevitably yields a wide range of responses. More often than not, students choose to pursue their own “god”, be it their success, material gain, social acceptance, etc. When I wrestle with our responsibility in evangelism, or challenge the students involved in our ministry with evangelism, a common thought always comes up. My friends just don’t seem to be responding to the gospel. I’m afraid I might offend them. Should I keep sharing?

Tony Scott has directed his fair share of movies and definitely knows how to entertain. But one thing he showed me in “Deja Vu” was that he understood another simple truth that so many Christians often forget.

“What if you had to tell someone the most important thing in the world, but you knew they’d never believe you?”

“I’d try.”

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