May 8th, 2006
The Tongue – Edition #29: Lonely Tears
Deuteronomy 22:25-27
But if out in the country a man happens to meet a girl pledged to be married and rapes her, only the man who has done this shall die. Do nothing to the girl; she has committed no sin deserving death. This case is like that of someone who attacks and murders his neighbor, for the man found the girl out in the country, and though the betrothed girl screamed, there was no one to rescue her.
(This is from a “Newberg Report” following the Yankee series)
Let me explain something to you, Rangers fan, because you’re probably too naïve to understand.
Dale Scott is supposed to give Jason Giambi calls on borderline pitches that your team is not ever going to get. He’s just doing his job.
Chad Fairchild is supposed to call Johnny Damon safe at first on a play like that. Since Kameron Loe doesn’t play for the Yankees, there’s an unwritten rule that he has to beat any Yankee player to the bag by two steps.
Kudos to Fairchild, who in just his second year in the big leagues, he gets it.
The Rangers’ highest-paid players in 2006 are Phil Nevin and Kevin Millwood. Neither makes as much as the 10th highest-paid Yankee.
I freaking’ hate the Yankees. But it’s really sad that you don’t understand that they have earned the right to be treated like the unique team that their TV/radio deal dictates they should be.
If you have the chance to pay for one their 25 cab fares tonight, you should. It’s probably the law. They are the Yankees.
Jamey
Now, I added the Newberg Report for one simple reason… that reason is this: reputation. Reputation gets one person “more” than another. I am not sure why that is. In baseball, the Yankees get better calls than other teams by reputation. In basketball, it generally would go to the Lakers. In football, I guess the Cowboys. In the Christian world, it would go to the: well, now that’s the tricky part, right? Who needs rescuing? I think we all do, in fact, I know we all do. I know I do. I met a lady today who said she would come to international Sunday, which I am excited. I can’t think straight, I can’t type straight, I can’t talk straight, and somehow God has blessed me in this way to meet her. Amen. I planted a seed. I may end up in the hospital tomorrow evening. I don’t know. God is rescuing. God could hear her scream when no one else could.
Deuteronomy 22:27 screamed:
tsâ‛aq
tsaw-ak'
A primitive root; to shriek; (by implication) to proclaim (an assembly): - X at all, call together, cry (out), gather (selves) (together).
May 9th, 2006
The Tongue – Edition #29: Lonely Tears (continued)
I am just going to pick up where I left off… I figured, why not. I did go have my steroids IV done today. It was an interesting experience to say the least. I still have the IV in my arm. My body is shaking quite a bit. I can’t control it. I will say that my faith is a bit shaken as well. I am trying to rely on God, but I am feeling overwhelmed at the moment. I don’t know if I am blaming God for all of this, I don’t think that I am… I can just say that it is a lack of understanding on my part. I simply don’t understand. And does that make me like the woman raped by the guy who screams though no one hears? I don’t know. It has felt like that at times. A friend shared with me this Psalm today.
Psalm 38:1-22
O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath. For your arrows have pierced me, and your hand has come down upon me. Because of your wrath there is no health in my body; my bones have no soundness because of my sin. My guilt has overwhelmed me like a burden too heavy to bear. My wounds fester and are loathsome because of my sinful folly. I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning. My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body. I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart. All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes. My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds; my neighbors stay far away. Those who seek my life set their traps, those who would harm me talk of my ruin; all day long they plot deception. I am like a deaf man, who cannot hear, like a mute, who cannot open his mouth; I have become like a man who does not hear, whose mouth can offer no reply. I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God. For I said, “Do not let them gloat or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips.” For I am about to fall, and my pain is ever with me. I confess my iniquity; I am troubled by my sin. Many are those who are my vigorous enemies; those who hate me without reason are numerous. Those who repay my good with evil slander me when I pursue what is good. O LORD, do not forsake me; be not far from me, O my God. Come quickly to help me, O Lord my Savior.
Psalm 3:2 Selah:
seh'-law
Suspension (of music), that is, pause: - Selah.
In case you are wondering, I have wanted for a while just what in the world that meant. SELAH! I’ve had two calls from friends and I am in much better spirits now. Both calls were “out of the blue”, per se, well, one was more expected than the other, but both were very much appreciated. And in time of need, it is good to have friends. I mean, it is good to have friends who love you. And like the title of this “Lonely Tears,” I don’t have to be lonely. I can choose to be, but I don’t have to be.
Now my other friend called to encourage me in a different way. And that I will share for another time. I, of course, took notes and will share in detail on that.
I do know that I have been bouncing around in thought, and I appreciate the patience that everyone has given. Going back to reputation, I don’t know if I made that point clear. With the whole reputation thing, in the sports world, when it comes to reputation, the borderline calls are given to those who have a reputation for making them. In the Christian world, wouldn’t it be great to be known for rescuing those who are on the border of falling into the depths of hell? But the question is, who has a reputation for doing that in today’s age? I don’t. And that is a shame to say that. And it is strange to say that I, earlier, was struggling with my faith, and now, two phone calls later, am fired up to face the world head on, with my “earthquake pills” (inside joke – see Wiley Coyote and Road Runner and then email me for details) and my bible. Johnny Out.
The Tongue – Edition #29: Lonely Tears
Deuteronomy 22:25-27
But if out in the country a man happens to meet a girl pledged to be married and rapes her, only the man who has done this shall die. Do nothing to the girl; she has committed no sin deserving death. This case is like that of someone who attacks and murders his neighbor, for the man found the girl out in the country, and though the betrothed girl screamed, there was no one to rescue her.
(This is from a “Newberg Report” following the Yankee series)
Let me explain something to you, Rangers fan, because you’re probably too naïve to understand.
Dale Scott is supposed to give Jason Giambi calls on borderline pitches that your team is not ever going to get. He’s just doing his job.
Chad Fairchild is supposed to call Johnny Damon safe at first on a play like that. Since Kameron Loe doesn’t play for the Yankees, there’s an unwritten rule that he has to beat any Yankee player to the bag by two steps.
Kudos to Fairchild, who in just his second year in the big leagues, he gets it.
The Rangers’ highest-paid players in 2006 are Phil Nevin and Kevin Millwood. Neither makes as much as the 10th highest-paid Yankee.
I freaking’ hate the Yankees. But it’s really sad that you don’t understand that they have earned the right to be treated like the unique team that their TV/radio deal dictates they should be.
If you have the chance to pay for one their 25 cab fares tonight, you should. It’s probably the law. They are the Yankees.
Jamey
Now, I added the Newberg Report for one simple reason… that reason is this: reputation. Reputation gets one person “more” than another. I am not sure why that is. In baseball, the Yankees get better calls than other teams by reputation. In basketball, it generally would go to the Lakers. In football, I guess the Cowboys. In the Christian world, it would go to the: well, now that’s the tricky part, right? Who needs rescuing? I think we all do, in fact, I know we all do. I know I do. I met a lady today who said she would come to international Sunday, which I am excited. I can’t think straight, I can’t type straight, I can’t talk straight, and somehow God has blessed me in this way to meet her. Amen. I planted a seed. I may end up in the hospital tomorrow evening. I don’t know. God is rescuing. God could hear her scream when no one else could.
Deuteronomy 22:27 screamed:
tsâ‛aq
tsaw-ak'
A primitive root; to shriek; (by implication) to proclaim (an assembly): - X at all, call together, cry (out), gather (selves) (together).
May 9th, 2006
The Tongue – Edition #29: Lonely Tears (continued)
I am just going to pick up where I left off… I figured, why not. I did go have my steroids IV done today. It was an interesting experience to say the least. I still have the IV in my arm. My body is shaking quite a bit. I can’t control it. I will say that my faith is a bit shaken as well. I am trying to rely on God, but I am feeling overwhelmed at the moment. I don’t know if I am blaming God for all of this, I don’t think that I am… I can just say that it is a lack of understanding on my part. I simply don’t understand. And does that make me like the woman raped by the guy who screams though no one hears? I don’t know. It has felt like that at times. A friend shared with me this Psalm today.
Psalm 38:1-22
O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath. For your arrows have pierced me, and your hand has come down upon me. Because of your wrath there is no health in my body; my bones have no soundness because of my sin. My guilt has overwhelmed me like a burden too heavy to bear. My wounds fester and are loathsome because of my sinful folly. I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning. My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body. I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart. All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes. My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds; my neighbors stay far away. Those who seek my life set their traps, those who would harm me talk of my ruin; all day long they plot deception. I am like a deaf man, who cannot hear, like a mute, who cannot open his mouth; I have become like a man who does not hear, whose mouth can offer no reply. I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God. For I said, “Do not let them gloat or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips.” For I am about to fall, and my pain is ever with me. I confess my iniquity; I am troubled by my sin. Many are those who are my vigorous enemies; those who hate me without reason are numerous. Those who repay my good with evil slander me when I pursue what is good. O LORD, do not forsake me; be not far from me, O my God. Come quickly to help me, O Lord my Savior.
Psalm 3:2 Selah:
seh'-law
Suspension (of music), that is, pause: - Selah.
In case you are wondering, I have wanted for a while just what in the world that meant. SELAH! I’ve had two calls from friends and I am in much better spirits now. Both calls were “out of the blue”, per se, well, one was more expected than the other, but both were very much appreciated. And in time of need, it is good to have friends. I mean, it is good to have friends who love you. And like the title of this “Lonely Tears,” I don’t have to be lonely. I can choose to be, but I don’t have to be.
Now my other friend called to encourage me in a different way. And that I will share for another time. I, of course, took notes and will share in detail on that.
I do know that I have been bouncing around in thought, and I appreciate the patience that everyone has given. Going back to reputation, I don’t know if I made that point clear. With the whole reputation thing, in the sports world, when it comes to reputation, the borderline calls are given to those who have a reputation for making them. In the Christian world, wouldn’t it be great to be known for rescuing those who are on the border of falling into the depths of hell? But the question is, who has a reputation for doing that in today’s age? I don’t. And that is a shame to say that. And it is strange to say that I, earlier, was struggling with my faith, and now, two phone calls later, am fired up to face the world head on, with my “earthquake pills” (inside joke – see Wiley Coyote and Road Runner and then email me for details) and my bible. Johnny Out.
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