In a previous post, who knows how long ago, I referred to a French movie I saw called, "Of Gods and Men." In this movie, we view the internal struggle between a band of monks who live in a dangerous Algerian city. Radical Muslims begin to infiltrate the town and kill anyone who come in the way of their objectives. These monks, who have dedicated their entire lives to the service of the Algerian people, must decide if they should flee the scene to save themselves, or stay and risk their lives for the people's sake. About half of the monks shrink at the thought of purposefully condemning themselves to martyrdom by remaining while the others feel they would be condemning the Algerians by leaving them to the wolves. Eventually, through prayer and deliberation, all of the monks chose to remain in their monastery and serve the Algerians. But in doing so, they fully realize their mortal lives will soon cease to exist.
Towards the movie's end, the audience finds the monks sitting around a dinner table together. Around this table, they break bread and drink wine; they laugh and they cry. No words are spoken. They aren't needed. They know; they know the end is near. Yet, they rejoice, bound and filled by the body and blood. As their Clocks begins to wind down, the joy of spiritual and interpersonal Communion out weighs and over powers their natural propensity to fear....
January showed up a little over a month ago. Whenever January comes to town, she forces people to think on the past and project toward the future. Usually I do whatever it takes to deliberately escape from her mighty hand, but this year, maybe because of my old age and failing limbs, she fetched me as I broke for it. So, I dwelled upon the previous calendar year, and really, the previous years.
Throughout our life, we are always trying to piece together the brokenness, whatever we deem it to be. Once the brokenness becomes a whole, we believe that our greater and overarching brokenness, the brokenness seeded within us, will no longer be present. As January acknowledges this relationship between our external and internal brokenness, does its external fusion really lead to an internal satisfaction?
I came to recognize that ever since college began, I have had no church home. I know and love many people within the church, but my frustration and laziness paralyzed me from giving my heart to any particular physical church. I was repulsed by the thought that I had been in "pastoral" roles over students, yet I deprived myself of Christ's nourishment through his Church. I also understand that faith and growth occurs outside the physical institution but to intentionally forsake it reeks of pride. Well, as soon as January came, her suffocating grip gently urged me toward a decision and allowed me no more freedom to banter with her rationale.
As I prayed and sifted through the endless possibilities, I was introduced to a small Anglican church in Farmers Branch. Now, I bring this whole topic up not because of the church itself (I say that, but the people and the place has been an incredibly gracious gift of God's), but instead because of a solitary act they participate in each week: the Eucharist.
Ever since I went to UD and I went to my first mass, I have been enamored with the Eucharist. I was shocked to find that the centrality of the Mass was the body and blood and not the sermon/homily. My protestant and evangelical background centered their "mass" around pastor and his sermon. The Lord's Supper, as many evangelicals refer to it, was a symbol, a representation of Christ's redemptive sacrifice for mankind. Many churches only take of the Lord's Supper once a month.
I remember talking to one of my friends back home after my first experience at a mass while studying in Rome. I remember trying to put into words the beauty of a service completely dedicated to Jesus' precious, yet hideous sacrifice. I remember being outside, along the outer wall of our classroom, pacing back and forth and forth and back -- my heart racing from its power -- and I wasn't even allowed to take it!
As I participated in this small Anglican service that meets in a somewhat aesthetically strange warehouse space surrounded by furniture stores, I took of the Eucharist with a broken, searching, empty heart. They gave; they blessed; I took; I ate; I drank; I prayed.
Almost instantaneously, God granted me a sense of unity with His Spirit and his people. Comfort, peace, and thanksgiving overwhelmed my dry soul. The music failed to soak it; the prayers contained less moisture than a morning dew; the sermon was only a mirage in the middle of the desert. But the Eucharist brought forth the rain water from the firmament, enriching the desperate, broken earth.
Now, I'm not to the point where I subscribe to the Catholic Church's doctrine on the Eucharist, but I can honestly say that I don't subscribe to the Evangelical perspective either. Many of the Church's confusing doctrine comes down to this simple and beautiful conclusion: divine mystery. This same mystery lead the monks' in Algeria to find complete peace in their martyrdom. While my experience pales in comparison to the monks from the movie, this experience of mine is all that I can glean from.
The beauty and grace that consumed me can only be described as a mysterious gift that rights my wayward heart toward the shore of the one who's body broke and who's blood shed for me. Every time I take of the bread and wine, I gaze upon the wind-filled sail and thank God for blowing me in his right direction.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
"Jesus!" the old lady cried. "You've got good blood! I know you wouldn't shoot a lady! I know you come from nice people! Pray! Jesus, you ought not to shoot a lady. I'll give you all the money I've got!"....
"Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead." The Misfit continued, "and He shouldn't have done it. He thrown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but throw away everything and follow him..."
-- A Good Man is Hard to Find -- Flannery O'Connor
The Misfit, a criminal on the run, has this old lady on the ropes. His buddies have already wiped out the rest of the family: the ladies son, daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren. She seems to be next on the list. She begs and pleads. She appeals to his bloodlines and social dignity. How could someone with his blood intentionally murder someone with her ladyship?
Her initial rhetoric fails to work. Appealing to societal norms didn't budge this convicted criminal from his stance.
A spiritual plea! Yes, this must work! She calls him to reach down into the depths of his core, the very part that drives each one of us, either consciously or unconsciously, and asks him to examine the truth. Misfit -- pray! Ask Jesus to help guide you to the bottom of your frustrations and sins. But still, don't shoot a lady! Its not proper!
The lady, in her last moments, with a chance to "throw away everything and follow him," could not give up her earthly dreams and desires. Societies code consumed her core, her very essence, her soul, and drove her to call upon the name of the Lord in a way that failed to be sincere, reeking of blasphemy and dishonor. Her weakest moment could have been her finest hour, whether on earth or in heaven.
At this pivotal moment of grave weakness, when she lost all control of her life, The Misfit gave her a choice: "to be real, or to be unreal", as Thomas Merton said. To be real, meaning "The secret of my full identity is hidden in [Christ]. He alone can make me who I am, or rather who I will be when at least I fully begin to be."
My grandfather, my mother's father, passed away today. He lived much of his life like the lady in Flannery O'Connor's short story. But...
When The Misfit came masked as liver failure, his greatest strengths evolved into his greatest weakness's. He couldn't physically overpower The Misfit, like he could have in the past. His intelligence, which was great, couldn't confound and confuse him into submission. He only had one choice between the two options that remained -- to be real, or to be unreal. And the question for us became, "what will he choose?"
I am immediately drawn to St. Augustine's Confessions. Augustine's mother bothers her priest incessantly about her wayward son. She spends every hour of every day in grief because of her son's spiritual condition. After many discussions about her son's soul, the priest wearily tells her to "leave me and go in peace. It cannot be that the son of these tears should be lost."
Well, I can only speak for my mother, but her tears did not go unnoticed by our Father.
"It is not those who are well who need a physician, but those who are sick. I have not come to call the righteous but the sinners to repentance." -- Luke 5:31-32
A few months ago, during the middle of the night when sleep escaped him, he listened to the words of Billy Graham on a late night television program. The words of God's grace reigned down upon his once deaf heart and overwhelmed his sick and tired soul to repentance. Its as if, after years of wrestling with the nature of truth and whether or not God and his plan of redemption through His son Jesus Christ really existed, this fresh perspective on God's love, from a mouthpiece not relationally connect to him, allowed him to "simply relax in the presence of God [he] half believe[d] in and ask[ed] for a touch of folly" (Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel).
Before he passed on to be in the presence of his new Father, the one who loves him in spite of all his past sin and in spite of all the beautiful things he created, he was able to cry to the Lord, not in the way the lady did, but in all reverence and sincerity, and asked to be taken from this world. His peace with his Creator had been made. His peace with my mother had been made. He could go home, now -- to a place void of pain, sickness, and vanity.
Once and for all, at the exact moment it mattered most, he decide to be Real.
Praise God for his obtrusive, filthy, beautiful Grace.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
There is no season better than winter -- the brisk breeze, the lingering clouds, the dark natural tones, and the frigid temperatures that require layer upon layer of clothing. Winter always seems to draw my mind and spirit into reflection. On this Thanksgiving weekend, it is something I am incredibly grateful for, yet leery of, as well.
As I sit on my parents' back porch out at Lake Kiowa (my "black rock", so to speak), with the temperature hovering around 50 degrees with a somewhat strong north wind telling me, "You like the winter, well, here She comes," I can't help but notice the season's implicit reflection of life. To be more specific, the life of Faith.
The life of Faith can be broken down into four distinct, but sometimes overlapping, parts: Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter. Spring is the time when your faith is growing and new. God's revealed nature becomes known to you in some new and fascinating way. Most likely, you have heard this beautiful truth before, but for one reason or another, the seed never planted firmly in your soul until this moment. The Holy Spirit, to your utter surprise, continues to refresh your soul with these "new" truths. Praise and thanksgiving burst forth from your heart in the same way a flower blooms under the cool, but not cold, beautifully bright, blue sky.
Next comes Summer. With Summer, comes the active participation of the truths revealed to you in the Spring. The transformation of the soul in the Spring now overflows and becomes an outpouring to others. During this time, you are more than likely not even thinking about the truths you learned. Your entire focus has shifted away from the union between yourself and God to the union between others and God. This shift occurs subconsciously. Bonhoeffer refers to this state as a "hidden righteousness." It is hidden from yourself but completely revealed to those around you. By the grace of God, your natural self has been denied and the cross of Christ rests lightly upon on your shoulders.
But as we know, the glories of Spring and Summer do not last -- Nothing Gold Can Stay. Oh, the Fall. The sun shines a little less, and the trees, leaves, and grass begin to fade and fall. Remnants remain of the truths sprung up by the Spring and lived out by the Summer; mere bits and pieces -- fragments -- slowly wither away. Soon, the fragments will remain no more. The wind will blow them away. If you allow your heart to dwell on the Fall, you will see the leaves tumbling fervently and furiously across the yard. You want to still their movement. You aren't entirely hopeless, though, because the remnants, albeit few, still remain.
Then the winter storms in. The landscape is desolate. The sun hides for days. Nature ceases to mature. The precipitation does not nurture but veils what remains from Fall. Your hope is all but gone. You long for the Spring, the refreshing of the Spirit in the same way it brought comfort and joy to you before. You live completely out of the moment, hoping and longing for something other than the present. Time is your enemy because you have no control over it. The remnants of truth are gone and you can barely remember what they were and how they changed your life. But....
"In this greatest perfection of faith the infinite God Himself becomes the Light of the darkened soul and possesses it entirely with His Truth. And at this inexplicable moment the deepest night becomes day and faith turns into understanding." -- Thomas Merton
This moment of Winter, and even Fall, is entirely necessary and a part of the faith process. This movement from Spring to Summer to Fall to Winter is not a movement from the greatest good to the worst good, but instead, a continued renewal of Faith and recognition of the Light for our darkened soul. At some point, because of our nature, we will forget the joys of God revealed during Spring and manifested in Summer. As we forget, we have two choices: allow God to continue his work via the Fall and Winter, or live in a falsified Spring and Summer brought about by your own works and knowledge that is completely void of God. The former is filled with Grace, and the latter is filled with self.
Yes, the Winter is a bleak time for our soul. None of us desire that sort of anxiety and desperation. The human tendency is to escape suffering -- mental, emotional, physical, spiritual -- at all costs. But running towards the latter only increases true pain and disunity from God because you chase your fake self, the one outside relationship with God. But the suffering of the Winter has a beauty of its own. It lies in the fact that it is a preparation for the Spring. Without the Winter, the Spring can't come. Without the Winter, Grace does not abound. Without Grace, there is no communion with the Father.
For me, I incessantly long for the Spring and Summer, yet reign in the Winter. My Winters seem to last months and even years. My longings, at times, for other seasons take the place of God infused Grace. I seek my own transformation, outside the bounds of God actually transforming. Merton simply and truthfully claims that, "It is not we who choose to awaken ourselves, but God who chooses to awaken us." Praise God!
As Scot McKnight explains in his book, "The Jesus Creed," some of us are like Peter, who seems to have had more Winters than Springs, while some of us are like Paul, who seems to have had one Spring moment with the rest of his life being one long Summer. But in both instances, they are incredible tools of God. I praise God for the two weeks he allowed me to experience a Spring and the two weeks he allowed me to experience a Summer this past year. I praise God for being a "Peter" type. And I also force myself to praise him for my Falls and Winters.
Praise God, not only for the Seasons dictated by the laws of Nature, but also for the Seasons dictated by the Grace of our Father, through Jesus Christ our Lord!
As I sit on my parents' back porch out at Lake Kiowa (my "black rock", so to speak), with the temperature hovering around 50 degrees with a somewhat strong north wind telling me, "You like the winter, well, here She comes," I can't help but notice the season's implicit reflection of life. To be more specific, the life of Faith.
The life of Faith can be broken down into four distinct, but sometimes overlapping, parts: Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter. Spring is the time when your faith is growing and new. God's revealed nature becomes known to you in some new and fascinating way. Most likely, you have heard this beautiful truth before, but for one reason or another, the seed never planted firmly in your soul until this moment. The Holy Spirit, to your utter surprise, continues to refresh your soul with these "new" truths. Praise and thanksgiving burst forth from your heart in the same way a flower blooms under the cool, but not cold, beautifully bright, blue sky.
Next comes Summer. With Summer, comes the active participation of the truths revealed to you in the Spring. The transformation of the soul in the Spring now overflows and becomes an outpouring to others. During this time, you are more than likely not even thinking about the truths you learned. Your entire focus has shifted away from the union between yourself and God to the union between others and God. This shift occurs subconsciously. Bonhoeffer refers to this state as a "hidden righteousness." It is hidden from yourself but completely revealed to those around you. By the grace of God, your natural self has been denied and the cross of Christ rests lightly upon on your shoulders.
But as we know, the glories of Spring and Summer do not last -- Nothing Gold Can Stay. Oh, the Fall. The sun shines a little less, and the trees, leaves, and grass begin to fade and fall. Remnants remain of the truths sprung up by the Spring and lived out by the Summer; mere bits and pieces -- fragments -- slowly wither away. Soon, the fragments will remain no more. The wind will blow them away. If you allow your heart to dwell on the Fall, you will see the leaves tumbling fervently and furiously across the yard. You want to still their movement. You aren't entirely hopeless, though, because the remnants, albeit few, still remain.
Then the winter storms in. The landscape is desolate. The sun hides for days. Nature ceases to mature. The precipitation does not nurture but veils what remains from Fall. Your hope is all but gone. You long for the Spring, the refreshing of the Spirit in the same way it brought comfort and joy to you before. You live completely out of the moment, hoping and longing for something other than the present. Time is your enemy because you have no control over it. The remnants of truth are gone and you can barely remember what they were and how they changed your life. But....
"In this greatest perfection of faith the infinite God Himself becomes the Light of the darkened soul and possesses it entirely with His Truth. And at this inexplicable moment the deepest night becomes day and faith turns into understanding." -- Thomas Merton
This moment of Winter, and even Fall, is entirely necessary and a part of the faith process. This movement from Spring to Summer to Fall to Winter is not a movement from the greatest good to the worst good, but instead, a continued renewal of Faith and recognition of the Light for our darkened soul. At some point, because of our nature, we will forget the joys of God revealed during Spring and manifested in Summer. As we forget, we have two choices: allow God to continue his work via the Fall and Winter, or live in a falsified Spring and Summer brought about by your own works and knowledge that is completely void of God. The former is filled with Grace, and the latter is filled with self.
Yes, the Winter is a bleak time for our soul. None of us desire that sort of anxiety and desperation. The human tendency is to escape suffering -- mental, emotional, physical, spiritual -- at all costs. But running towards the latter only increases true pain and disunity from God because you chase your fake self, the one outside relationship with God. But the suffering of the Winter has a beauty of its own. It lies in the fact that it is a preparation for the Spring. Without the Winter, the Spring can't come. Without the Winter, Grace does not abound. Without Grace, there is no communion with the Father.
For me, I incessantly long for the Spring and Summer, yet reign in the Winter. My Winters seem to last months and even years. My longings, at times, for other seasons take the place of God infused Grace. I seek my own transformation, outside the bounds of God actually transforming. Merton simply and truthfully claims that, "It is not we who choose to awaken ourselves, but God who chooses to awaken us." Praise God!
As Scot McKnight explains in his book, "The Jesus Creed," some of us are like Peter, who seems to have had more Winters than Springs, while some of us are like Paul, who seems to have had one Spring moment with the rest of his life being one long Summer. But in both instances, they are incredible tools of God. I praise God for the two weeks he allowed me to experience a Spring and the two weeks he allowed me to experience a Summer this past year. I praise God for being a "Peter" type. And I also force myself to praise him for my Falls and Winters.
Praise God, not only for the Seasons dictated by the laws of Nature, but also for the Seasons dictated by the Grace of our Father, through Jesus Christ our Lord!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
So I decided, with the Rangers in the World Series again, to post the article I wrote for the University of Dallas Newspaper back in 2008 on the organizational philosophy of the Texas Rangers. I had the privileged of interviewing the General Manager, Jon Daniels, for the article. After looking back over the article, I realize the writing is not strong but the ideas of Jon Daniels back in 2008 have really come to life since then.
Along with posting the article itself, I am including the entire interview transcript for any interested baseball nerd.
For all you baseball types, I hope you find it interesting.
ARTICLE
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT
Along with posting the article itself, I am including the entire interview transcript for any interested baseball nerd.
For all you baseball types, I hope you find it interesting.
ARTICLE
For a house to stand strong, it must be built upon a firm
foundation. A firm foundation gives stability to the house bringing it sustained
longevity.
In this new millennium, the house of the Texas Rangers has
been built upon a foundation of sand. When Doug Melvin was ousted as the
general manager after the 2001 season, John Hart was hired to bring the Rangers
back to their glory days of 1996-1999. His plan was to build the Rangers around
free agent acquisitions and trades that would put the team in a position to win
now. Hart doled out large contracts to Chan Ho Park and Alex Rodriguez that ultimately
inhibited the team from signing other quality players. This caused the Rangers
to be a mediocre team during the John Hart era. After 4 unsuccessful seasons,
Hart resigned and handed his job over in 2005 to the assistant GM at the time,
Jon Daniels. When he was hired, Daniels was the youngest GM in the game at 28
years old.
Jon Daniels’ first year and a half looked a lot like Hart’s
4 years in the organization. Inheriting Mark Teixeira, Hank Blalock, Alfonso
Soriano, Chris Young and Michael Young, Daniels felt like he had a core of
players in which he could build a contender around immediately, either through
trading a few of them to obtain other quality pieces or keeping a few of them
to ultimately build around.
“When I got the opportunity at the end of ’05,” Daniels
recounts, “We said ‘Hey, if x, y, and z go right we would have a chance.’ We
made some moves and stepped on the gas.”
First, Daniels spun 2B/OF Alfonso Soriano to the Washington
Nationals for OF Brad Wilkerson, minor league pitcher Armando Galarraga, and OF
Terrmel Sledge. While this move was controversial at the time, the acquisition
of a power/on base threat in Wilkerson was needed in the Rangers lineup. Next,
Daniels traded SP Chris Young, former 1st pick in the draft 1B
Adrian Gonzalez and newly acquired OF Terrmel Sledge to the Padres for the
tease known as SP Adam Eaton, RP Akinori Otsuka and minor league catcher Billy
Killian. Neither of these trades worked out well for the Rangers with Otsuka
being the only player to play consistently well for the club.
Daniels notes, “I think, looking back at that point, if we
said, ‘if all these things go right and we have a chance, but the odds are
still against us, lets start building this foundation today, and build for the
long term,’ we would be in a better position today than we are now,”
With these trades not working out like the Rangers had
hoped, the Rangers decided to move in another direction. Daniels describes this
direction as a “building process.” This building process focuses more upon
building the organization from the ground up. What that means is acquiring
talent within the minor leagues that will either directly help the major league
club or the talent will be spun off for players who are already prepared to
help the big league club immediately.
“You look at the different models that different clubs have
gone about it, and the number one constant is that they have had success
developing their own players,” Daniels observed. “Even the Yankees and the Red
Sox, who people talk about how they just spend money, Well you look at the
teams and you look at the roles of where these key guys have come from and you
look at the Red Sox: [Dustin] Pedroia, [Jonathan] Papelbon, [Jon] Lester,
[Clay] Buchholz, [Kevin] Youkilis, they have played key roles on that team.
[Jacoby] Ellsbury also comes up. [Josh] Beckett, a huge player, they go out and
they get him by trading Hanley [Ramirez], one of their key guys. So, even the
best teams today, you can not win without developing your own players.”
The Rangers attempt to follow suit. For the Rangers, their
perpetual problem comes in their lack of quality pitchers. Since the Rangers
have taken the approach to build through their minor league system, they have
focused on acquiring pitching talents with the potential to be a major league
ace.
“We are only going to go as far as our pitching goes,”
Daniels said. “It is so difficult to find upper rotation starters, the
legitimate #1 and #2 guys. There are only what, 8 or 10 legitimate, true #1’s
in the game. And then #2’s, how many are there really?”
Here a few names for you to keep an eye on within the
Rangers minor league system. Neftali Feliz (#5 in the Rangers system according
to Baseball America ),
who came over from the Braves in the Teixiera deal, can throw in the 94-97 mph
range with ease while touching 99 on occasion. His curveball and change up
flash the potential to be very good major league pitches as well. Being only
19, he has time to refine his game and secondary pitches. Wilmer Font, a 17 year old right handed pitcher out of Venezuela
who stands at a measly 6-4 237 pounds, can throw his fastball anywhere from
93-98. His secondary pitches are a work in progress but he is only 17 and has
plenty of time to develop. In the 2007 draft, the Rangers drafted Blake Beaven
in the 1st round out of nearby Irving
High School . Beaven already has two
potential devastating major league pitches in his fastball and his slider. He
can throw his fastball anywhere around 92-96 and his slider, his best pitch, in
the mid-80’s. Feliz, Font and Beaven have the potential to be a #1 pitcher that
Daniels and the Rangers are looking for and have been looking for since the
days of Nolan Ryan. And this is just
to name only a few of the guys the Rangers have stockpiled.
“We’ve got to develop our own guys and you aren’t going to
develop those guys by taking nice, safe guys that maybe have a chance to get
there a little quicker,” Daniels notes. “You are going to have to take some
risks and hopefully through having enough of a stable of these guys, you can
withstand the inevitable injuries and some of the other things that are going
to happen.”
By acquiring all of this talent, the Rangers now have the #4
farm system, according to Baseball America ,
in all of baseball. From Feliz, to Beaven, to Font, to RHP Michael Main ,
to 1B/OF Chris Davis, to SS Elvis Andrus, and to LHP Kasey Kiker, the Rangers
have a stable of players to carry them on in the future. All of them will not
pan out but the more you have, the better opportunity for a handful of them to
make it.
“We are not done adding talent to the system,” Daniels
assures. “The bottom line is we might have 20-30 exciting prospects but out of
those 20 or 30, we are hoping to get 5 or 10 who have a chance over the next 5
years to really impact the team.”
5 to 10 guys can make a difference. Just look at the Red
Sox.
This new era run by Jon Daniels is not built upon the sand
of the John Hart years but it is built upon the rock.
The Rangers finally have a wise home builder. Be patient, a
good house is not built in one day.
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT
Q: What is the Rangers plan?
A: We are definitely in a building process. I think pretty
much every team is somewhere, baseball is kind of a cycle. It is very cyclical
game. Every team is somewhere on the cycle. Even the Yankees and Red Sox people
talk about these teams and how they just spend money and do this. Well you look
at the teams they have taken and you look at the roles of where these key guys
have come from and you look at the Red Sox: Pedroia, Papelbon, Lester, Buchholz,
Youklis play key roles on that team and Ellsbury comes up, key role on that
team. Obviously Beckett, huge role and they go out and they get him by trading
Hanley one of their key guys. So, you, even the best teams today, you can not
win without developing your own players. I mean, obviously, they are much
further along in the process along the cycle than we are. But you look at
different models that have different clubs that have gone about it and the
number one constant is that they have had success developing their own players
and they develop different kinds of players. The Braves have developed, you
know, players that have one kind of skill set or one thing in common. Oakland ,
they believe in something a little different. Minnesota ,
Cleveland, all these different clubs, you see, you can tell when you look at Minnesota ,
it is a Twins type of player. When you look at Oakland ,
it is an Oakland type player. What
we have to do is develop our identity. When you walk, you know when other
scouts come through they say “that’s a Rangers type player.” That’s what we are
trying to do right now. A lot of that is going to come from being relentless in
talent acquisition and pouring as much youth into the system and talent into
the system as possible teaching them how we want them to play the game and how
we want them going about being a professional and attacking this thing. But at
the end of the day, you know, they are going to sort themselves out as far as
who is the most deserving of an opportunity at the big league level.
Q: So what is a Rangers type of player?
A: You know, that is a tremendous question. I think, from a
pitching staff, we are going to try to keep things real simple. You know, the
one thing you have is throw strikes. You have to throw strikes and our starters
have to pitch innings. Especially in the heat in Texas ,
you have to prepare to be durable and go our there. Nolan Ryan talks about and
one of the questions I first asked him “when you came to Texas ”
he was at the later stage of his career “did you change your mindset pitching
in the heat, pitching in an environment?” “The only thing I tried to do was
every day when I went out there, my mindset is, I got to stay out here longer
than the opposing starting pitcher. When you do that and I accomplished that
I’m going to have to be efficient and I’m going to have to throw strikes” and
that is what we are trying to get our guys to do. Have them develop that
mindset that they forget what the scoreboard says, your job is to outlast the
opposing starter to give us a chance to win the game and try to develop, you
know, as much as anything, it is about conditioning and developing that
mindset. For position players, you know, one of our philosophies is we aren’t
going to give up free bases. Whether it is walks, stolen bases, wild pitches,
passed balls, errors, letting the trail runner advance because he threw it to
the wrong base. We are going to try to play a very fundamental game.
Offensively, we are going to grind it out. We are not going to be looking for
the walk, our guys are free to but in certain, when the game dictates it, in a
game situation, we have got to be able to play that situation. Those are some
of the things that we are stressing.
Q: How far along are the Rangers in this process?
A: Its hard to kind of give a, quantify it exactly. If it is
a five step process, we are probably somewhere around step 3 or 4. I mean, I
think we still have a couple of things we need to do as far as pushing some of
our younger guys and getting them to the big leagues and then once they are
there, getting them over the hump to where their not just checking a box, happy
to there but that they are a productive big league player and winning big
league players, and playing the game the
right way. And we are not done adding talent to the system. The bottom line is
we might have 20-30 exciting prospects but out of those 20 or 30, we are hoping
to get 5 or 10 but we have a chance over the next 5 years to really impact the
team. We need to do better than that.
Q: Why has the focus been on young, high ceiling players?
A: At the big league level now and with some of the
prospects coming up, especially that upper level group, we are going to put a
good position player club out there and I think a better one than we have had
than the last 2 years, quite frankly. But we are only going to go as far as our
pitching goes. It is so difficult to find upper rotation starters, the
legitimate #1 and #2 guys. There are only what, 8 or 10 legitimate, true #1’s
in the game. And then #2’s, how many are there really. You saw what Arizona
gave up to get Dan Haren and you saw how pricey it was for the Mets both in
dollars and talent to land Santana and they were only one of a couple teams who
had a chance to do that. Those guys don’t come available very often. We’ve got
to develop our own guys and you aren’t going to develop those guys by taking
nice, safe guys that maybe have a chance to get there a little quicker. You are
going to have to take some risks and hopefully through having enough of a
stable of these guys you can withstand the inevitable injuries and some of the
other things that are going to happen. So we have focused on, Latin
America has been an area. You go into big league free agency and
you try to acquire players it is extremely pricy, the barrier of entry is tough
because a lot of the best players don’t get there because they get locked up
before hand. You go to try to trade for these top end pitchers and again, some
of these prices but also very few of them come available. You try to draft
them, you can do that, but only Tampa
Bay had the opportunity to draft
David Price. You only pick once every 30 picks. But in Latin America
and the international market, you can sign as many guys as you want. Your only
limit is your own budget and how hard you work at it. So this is where we say
this is an area where we can make some head way. A.J. Preller and his
department has really gotten after it.
Q: Is there a specific team the Rangers model their
organization after?
A: The Indians are a club that I look at. You know, if you
look at the 2007 media guide, that the very front, the picture of Larry Dolan,
their club president and you read through his bio and at the bottom right it
talks about their mission statement and also a quote about what they want to
do. The Indians are primarily, a big league payroll about 25th to 28th,
22nd-28th, somewhere in that lower third and that is not
where they are going to have their competitive advantage. But what they do try
to do, every year they are top 5 in terms of investing and development and
scouting and amateur signing bonuses. That is kind of what we are trying to do.
We are probably going to be a bottom half, bottom third payroll, at least until
our revenues get to a point where it makes more sense to do something else. But
what we are going to do, we are going to spend big in our infrastructure, we
are going to invest in our infrastructure, hire more scouts, hire the best
coaches and sign more players. That is something we need to get and to continue
to build on.
Q: What mistakes and successes from the past has brought you
and the organization to this point?
A: When I got the opportunity at the end of ’05, we said
“hey, if x, y, and z go right, and we position of the club, we would have the
chance.” We made some moves and stepped on the gas and we probably weren’t
ready to do so as a club. I think, looking back at that point, if we said, if
all these things go right we have a chance but the odds are still against us.
Lets start building this foundation today, and build for the long term, we
would be in a better position today than we are now. And what I want to do,
obviously, you are never waving the white flag, you are always focused on the
season at hand and want to put the most competitive team on the field you can
and give yourself a chance to have those things fall in line like Arizona or
like Colorado did last year but the bottom line is for it to be sustainable the
only way it is going to work for us is to keep the eye on the prize and to continue
looking long term and develop these young players and hold on to as many as
possible.
Q: Purpose of short term deals?
A: First things first, you want to sign these guys hoping
that they are going to be a productive piece for the team and kind of fill a
hole that we are not able to fill internally until some of our better young
players are able to step in. I think, that is the first hope. Then also, the
hope that maybe Milton or Jason really click and we think hey this guy can be
here long term. They are both 29 or 30 years old or whatever they are and we
can sign these guys to multi year deal and have them be here and we know we
added a core piece when we didn’t necessarily have one. But in the back of your
mind, you have to be realistic and say, if this doesn’t work out, we are not
able to commit to them or vice versa then at least you do have one year guys
without big contracts and those are typically the guys who are attractive at
the deadline and we could be in the position again where we can add some pieces
but you try not to think about that too much because obviously you don’t want
to be sellers in March.
Q: What players do you feel like you are going to give them
a shot in the big leagues to see if they fail or succeed?
A: I don’t know if I have any players off the top of my
head. I think the key thing there is not every player gets that same
opportunity. We have to make decisions not just once they are given an
opportunity whether we are going to keep them or move them on but also who
deserves that opportunity. Sometimes it is a rough business and guys don’t
necessarily get a chance at the big league level with the organization that
brought them up. But hopefully they do. Sometimes, you are just stacked up at a
position or the timing is not right and so not everybody gets the same
opportunity, you know, part of our job is to evaluate who are the most
deserving and who will give us the best chance going forward
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
I can't shake Flannery O'Connor's short story The River. It is accessible yet unattainable, clear yet veiled. What to make of it!
A woman takes a four year old boy named Harry/Bevel from his dysfunctional house for the day to the river where a preacher baptizes and heals. The woman presents him to the preacher to be baptized. Before the preacher submerges him, he tells him that his baptism will enable him "to go to the Kingdom of Christ. You'll be washed in the river of suffering, son, and you'll go by the deep river of life." After he administers the sacrament, he tells the boy, "You count now...you didn't even count before."
In his family, the boy did not count. His mother was an alcoholic and his father was incapable of meeting the four year old's need. When the boy woke up the next morning, his parents were knocked out and would be out of commission until the afternoon. He had to fend for himself.
He beautiful naivete longed for some form of extrinsic value that the preacher seemingly bestowed him through the river. He wanted to go to the Kingdom of Christ. His home certainly failed to embody it...but the river, yes, the river, must house it. He would do whatever it takes to wash away his suffering and to find rest in the Kingdom -- to really count.
So he leaves. With no intention of coming back. He follows the path that leads to the river that washes away suffering. He didn't need a preacher to baptize, he could do it himself. Purposefully, "he put his head under the water at once and pushed forward." Straining, reaching, hoping, he tried with all his might to literally reside in this Kingdom. Initially, he failed, but as evil tried to hold him back from the loving embrace of Christ, "the waiting current caught him like a long gentle hand and pulled him swiftly forward and down."
The little boy suffered no more. That day, he resided with Christ in his Kingdom.
"For the disciple of Jesus, 'becoming like a little child' means the willingness to accept oneself as being of little account and to be regarded as unimportant...God's grace falls on them because they are negligible creatures, not because of their good qualities." -- Brennan Manning
The boy realized he was nothing. But for those who are nothing, Christ died for them to make them into something. In his fervent desire, the boy's discipleship led to his earthly demise. But more so than his earthly pleasure and gain, the boy wanted to participate in the Kingdom, no matter the cost. For once in his life, he counted!
Dietrich Bonhoeffer describes the grace the boy received like this:
"Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will gladly go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. It is the kingly rule of Christ, for whose sake a man will pluck out the eye which causes him to stumble; it is the call of Jesus Christ at which the disciple leaves his nets and follows him...It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life."
The boy's actions seem absurd, to literally die for the sake of Christ and to give up your life for the truth of Grace. But the call of discipleship is to leave their old lives and conjoin to their new ones. We see this as the disciples drop their nets and leave their booths as their rabbi calls them.
O'Connor is not calling us, in her grotesque ways, to physically destroy ourselves in order for our souls to be stripped from its vessels and placed in God's presence. Instead, as a mouthpiece of the Gospels, she calls us to strip our body and soul from its old life and rest in the new life of God's grace in the temporal Kingdom Jesus established through his bodily death -- no matter the perceived or actual cost.
I pray I began to have the child-like faith to embrace the costly grace of Christ.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
"We are like birds on a branch. We don't know if we are going to stay or go." paraphrase
"No, we are the birds and you are the branch. If you leave, we lose our footing." paraphrase
"We are like flowers. We don't uproot and place ourselves in sun but we wait where we are and grow in spite of the light or dark." paraphrase
Of Gods and Men tells the story of French monks living and serving the people of Algeria who have to decide whether to stay in or leave their monastery because of the radical Islamic's murderous actions. As they speak to the faithful Muslim leaders about their possible departure, their thoughts stun and still them. A Muslim woman, from around the corner, articulates the gravity in which their dismissal would bring to their people: "If you leave, we lose our footing."
At another point in the movie, when all the monks are of the same mind to stay and serve their people despite the risk, Cristian, the leader, relates their situation to the flowers of the field: "we wait where we are and grow in spite of the light or dark."
As I watched this movie, I longed to be like these monks. I yearned for a similar community and resolve. I desired to serve Christ in such a tangible, purposeful way. I started to feel as if my service and my calling paled in comparison to the monks' service.
Quickly, I tried to pound those fleshly thoughts out of my mind. For me, and I think it might be the same way with a lot of others like me, the easiest and most comfortable thing I could do as a Christian would be to move somewhere across the world and meet the needs of the poverty stricken. If that was my current calling, I don't think I would wrestle with it or fight it. I would embrace such a noble and overtly Christ-like vocation.
But, you want to know what, God planted my seed elsewhere. He planted my seed at TCA and at Starbucks. Might I be elsewhere in six months? Possibly. The winds of change always pick up and blow the seeds of fruit unexpectedly. But at this very moment, I need to celebrate the fact that my roots firmly planted itself here. Praise God! I don't know how or if or when I will be used by God, but that is ok. If I am a rake, He might choose the hoe. All to his glory.
I am a bow on your hands, Lord.
Draw me, lest I rot.
Do not overdraw me, Lord. I shall break.
Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break.
-Nikos Kazantzakis
No matter if I believe at the moment, if my faithfulness is waning, if I want to uproot and plant myself directly in the sun wherever it shines -- "who cares" -- his Grace is sufficient.
"No, we are the birds and you are the branch. If you leave, we lose our footing." paraphrase
"We are like flowers. We don't uproot and place ourselves in sun but we wait where we are and grow in spite of the light or dark." paraphrase
Of Gods and Men tells the story of French monks living and serving the people of Algeria who have to decide whether to stay in or leave their monastery because of the radical Islamic's murderous actions. As they speak to the faithful Muslim leaders about their possible departure, their thoughts stun and still them. A Muslim woman, from around the corner, articulates the gravity in which their dismissal would bring to their people: "If you leave, we lose our footing."
At another point in the movie, when all the monks are of the same mind to stay and serve their people despite the risk, Cristian, the leader, relates their situation to the flowers of the field: "we wait where we are and grow in spite of the light or dark."
As I watched this movie, I longed to be like these monks. I yearned for a similar community and resolve. I desired to serve Christ in such a tangible, purposeful way. I started to feel as if my service and my calling paled in comparison to the monks' service.
Quickly, I tried to pound those fleshly thoughts out of my mind. For me, and I think it might be the same way with a lot of others like me, the easiest and most comfortable thing I could do as a Christian would be to move somewhere across the world and meet the needs of the poverty stricken. If that was my current calling, I don't think I would wrestle with it or fight it. I would embrace such a noble and overtly Christ-like vocation.
But, you want to know what, God planted my seed elsewhere. He planted my seed at TCA and at Starbucks. Might I be elsewhere in six months? Possibly. The winds of change always pick up and blow the seeds of fruit unexpectedly. But at this very moment, I need to celebrate the fact that my roots firmly planted itself here. Praise God! I don't know how or if or when I will be used by God, but that is ok. If I am a rake, He might choose the hoe. All to his glory.
I am a bow on your hands, Lord.
Draw me, lest I rot.
Do not overdraw me, Lord. I shall break.
Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break.
-Nikos Kazantzakis
No matter if I believe at the moment, if my faithfulness is waning, if I want to uproot and plant myself directly in the sun wherever it shines -- "who cares" -- his Grace is sufficient.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
The church raised
With relationships fazed
The family razed
With soul crazed and unamazed
"I thank my God always concerning you for the grace of God which was given you in Christ...God is faithful, through whom you were called into fellowship with His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord...we have the mind of Christ [!]
"for you are still fleshly. For since there is jealousy and strife among you, are you not fleshly, and are you not walking like mere men?...[yet] you belong to Christ; and Christ belongs to God [!]" (I Corinthians 1-3).
Paul's rhetorical style amazes me. Every time I stumble upon his opening words in I Corinthians, I recollect the grace of God when I desperately need to. Paul establishes and reveals to the Corinthian church their identity from the very beginning -- ones filled with the grace of God through Christ. He then proceeds to point out certain aspects of their body that fail to represent the fundamental truth. While he admonishes harshly at times, he repeatedly reminds them how the cross transformed (past tense, it has already happened) their previous vivid dream-like state into this new mysterious reality predicated on the foolishness of man. I can just see Paul writing this letter feverishly, urging the Father, with his fist raised somewhat indignantly in the air, to grant the Corinthian's the grace to truly see themselves gifted with the mind of Christ.
Oh how I wish I would believe and trust that God has given me (us) the mind of Christ!
Each blessing given to us can be coerced into a curse and each curse can be morphed into a blessing. Growing up as I did, in a Christian family that enrolled me into a Christian school and drug me into a church on Sunday mornings, I was inundated with various forms of the Gospel. Most of them probably, at some time or the other, reflected the risen Christ (Can you hear it now? You know, the testimony of the Christian who has always been a Christian? Oh, come on, you know, he/she walks down the isle, says the sinners prayer, and all is good with their eternal prognosis? Yeah, let's not go there).
In the spiritual whirlwind of childhood, the concept of grace always struggled to find the soil in which to root itself. Sometimes, the thorns would choke the seed out while other times, the birds would swoop down and snatch it. I was talking to a friend today about a novel he read called Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. In the story, there is a character named Jack who struggles with his faith while the rest of his family embraces it easily and fully. Since he was raised in a faithful family, he understood the premises of many Christian doctrines. But the seeds could not, for whatever reason, take root in the lush, fertile soil. His basic knowledge of predestination and his inability to grasp the faith in the way he thought was necessary caused him to wonder if he is one of the un-elect, condemned to hell. He was helpless, hopeless. In the same way, I am sure the Corinthian church felt similar to Jack when they realized this long, fifteen chapter letter (yes, I know Paul didn't put the chapters in there) came from their spiritual foundation builder. Who writes an encouraging letter of that length?
But Paul, by way of his style, emphatically points out to the Gentiles, whose new faith in Christ is so foreign compared to their previous beliefs (driven by the wisdom of man -- I Cor. 1), that the grace of God gave them the mind of Christ -- they belong to Him by the indwelling of the Spirit! They might feel like Jack, who believes he is one of the un-elect, but in reality, the power of God infused into them the third person of the Trinity.
"...our response to the love of Jesus demands trust. Do we rely on our resume or the gospel of grace? How do we cope with failure? 'Grace tells us that we are accepted just as we are. We may not be the kind of people we want to be, we may be a long way from our goals, we may have more failures than achievements, we may not be wealthy or powerful or spiritual, we may not even be happy, but we are nonetheless accepted by God, held in his hands. Such is his promise to us in Jesus Christ, a promise we can trust'" (The Ragamuffin Gospel).
I pray I begin to see myself as a man with the mind of Christ. I pray that in my failures, the grace God showed to me through his son moves to the forefront of my consciousness so I realize I have been forgiven. Fill my soul with your Spirit.
With relationships fazed
The family razed
With soul crazed and unamazed
"I thank my God always concerning you for the grace of God which was given you in Christ...God is faithful, through whom you were called into fellowship with His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord...we have the mind of Christ [!]
"for you are still fleshly. For since there is jealousy and strife among you, are you not fleshly, and are you not walking like mere men?...[yet] you belong to Christ; and Christ belongs to God [!]" (I Corinthians 1-3).
Paul's rhetorical style amazes me. Every time I stumble upon his opening words in I Corinthians, I recollect the grace of God when I desperately need to. Paul establishes and reveals to the Corinthian church their identity from the very beginning -- ones filled with the grace of God through Christ. He then proceeds to point out certain aspects of their body that fail to represent the fundamental truth. While he admonishes harshly at times, he repeatedly reminds them how the cross transformed (past tense, it has already happened) their previous vivid dream-like state into this new mysterious reality predicated on the foolishness of man. I can just see Paul writing this letter feverishly, urging the Father, with his fist raised somewhat indignantly in the air, to grant the Corinthian's the grace to truly see themselves gifted with the mind of Christ.
Oh how I wish I would believe and trust that God has given me (us) the mind of Christ!
Each blessing given to us can be coerced into a curse and each curse can be morphed into a blessing. Growing up as I did, in a Christian family that enrolled me into a Christian school and drug me into a church on Sunday mornings, I was inundated with various forms of the Gospel. Most of them probably, at some time or the other, reflected the risen Christ (Can you hear it now? You know, the testimony of the Christian who has always been a Christian? Oh, come on, you know, he/she walks down the isle, says the sinners prayer, and all is good with their eternal prognosis? Yeah, let's not go there).
In the spiritual whirlwind of childhood, the concept of grace always struggled to find the soil in which to root itself. Sometimes, the thorns would choke the seed out while other times, the birds would swoop down and snatch it. I was talking to a friend today about a novel he read called Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. In the story, there is a character named Jack who struggles with his faith while the rest of his family embraces it easily and fully. Since he was raised in a faithful family, he understood the premises of many Christian doctrines. But the seeds could not, for whatever reason, take root in the lush, fertile soil. His basic knowledge of predestination and his inability to grasp the faith in the way he thought was necessary caused him to wonder if he is one of the un-elect, condemned to hell. He was helpless, hopeless. In the same way, I am sure the Corinthian church felt similar to Jack when they realized this long, fifteen chapter letter (yes, I know Paul didn't put the chapters in there) came from their spiritual foundation builder. Who writes an encouraging letter of that length?
But Paul, by way of his style, emphatically points out to the Gentiles, whose new faith in Christ is so foreign compared to their previous beliefs (driven by the wisdom of man -- I Cor. 1), that the grace of God gave them the mind of Christ -- they belong to Him by the indwelling of the Spirit! They might feel like Jack, who believes he is one of the un-elect, but in reality, the power of God infused into them the third person of the Trinity.
"...our response to the love of Jesus demands trust. Do we rely on our resume or the gospel of grace? How do we cope with failure? 'Grace tells us that we are accepted just as we are. We may not be the kind of people we want to be, we may be a long way from our goals, we may have more failures than achievements, we may not be wealthy or powerful or spiritual, we may not even be happy, but we are nonetheless accepted by God, held in his hands. Such is his promise to us in Jesus Christ, a promise we can trust'" (The Ragamuffin Gospel).
I pray I begin to see myself as a man with the mind of Christ. I pray that in my failures, the grace God showed to me through his son moves to the forefront of my consciousness so I realize I have been forgiven. Fill my soul with your Spirit.
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