How To Get A Buzz On Your Best Day
In one of my favorite movies, City Slickers (1991), a question is asked amongst friends who were on a modern-day western cattle drive adventure,
What was your best day?
This is a great question to ask at different points in your life to get a pulse on where your heart is. I have a firm belief that in order to discover your heart that God gave you, it is essential to look back at the moments, in this case a day, to understand what stirs you.
For me, I remember driving through the Scottish Highlands with my good friend Steve Griffin and another South African friend. It was recommended that we go to the Isle of Skye in the west highlands. We weaved through long windy roads traversing historic and beautiful areas like breathtaking Glencoe, The Rob Roy Monument, and even the enchanting Eilean Donan castle. The day started by waking up in beautiful Portree, a small fishing village only to witness small boats heading out to sea with the sun rising above them. After a hearty Scottish breakfast of tea, eggs, and sausage, we drove and walked around the island. We drank water from the streams, walked along the coast, took pictures of the mountains, breathed in the beautiful air. Believe it or not, the Scottish Tourism Board isn’t paying me to write this as my sentiment is genuine.
After we left the island and drove north, we all were in awe and marveled at what we just witnessed.
I said to my friends,
“You know what would make this the most complete and best day ever? ”What if an RAF Tornado fighter jet buzzed through this beautiful valley?”
I had heard about military jets buzzing some of these valleys and since I’ve always been a fan of British and American airpower, this would complete it. Our South African thought we were delirious Americans who only cared about weapons. We laughed of course and didn’t think anything of it because of the unlikelihood.
Not five minutes later we heard a roar of a plane approaching us. I was in the passenger seat and could see it approaching us from behind us. With half of our bodies out the window, Steve and I went crazy screaming and cheering as a Royal Air Force (RAF) Tornado buzzed our car at almost supersonic speed.
After the plane roared on by, Steve said it best,
That’s the sound of freedom, baby.
I’ll never forget that day.
Our reaction to the RAF Tornado made me think of the awe and amazement of Christian Bale’s character, Jim, in the beautiful and tragic Steven Spielberg film, Empire of the Sun (1987) when he sees the P-51 Mustang buzz his concentration camp. Jim saw his “Cadillac of the Sky” as a sign that freedom is coming. I can imagine that it was Jim’s best day at that point in life, despite how hard things were.
Why does a best day ever even matter?
Since that day in Scotland, I’ve had several “best days” that have topped that one. I’ve been to the World Cup in Germany and seen amazing sights. I’ve also traveled around the Mediterranean to see Greek islands like Santorini. I think mostly about Brooke and I getting married and how beautiful she looked walking toward me at All Saints Chapel in Sewanee. I remember her smile, her grace, and beautiful blonde hair gracing her long flowing white dress all while walking along flowers. God was present that day, May 28, 2005, I know it. It was a “best day” indeed.
These “best days” matter because they give us a glimpse of heaven. It is a swagger in the golf swing, a tip of the hat, a wink of the eye. It is God showing us the way things are supposed to be and what we also have to look forward to for eternity in Heaven if we put our trust in Christ.
What about you?
What is your best day?
The Big Fish Irrational Life
Recently my friend Nathan Martin shared with me an obituary article about the man John Fairfax. Fairfax lived an extraordinary yet insane life filled with adventures rowing boats across the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, being a pirate (yes a pirate), living in the Amazon, and playing professional baccarat like James Bond. The article’s writer said it best, “He crossed the Atlantic because it was there, and the Pacific because it was also there.” Read his amazing obituary here. Fairfax seemed like quite a lost person but his sense of adventure and imagination is what inspires me most. If he were alive today, Mark Burnett or another reality show producer would be begging to follow and record his life.
So why do these crazy things?
Fairfax describes why in context of his rowing adventures.
“I’m after a battle with nature, primitive and raw.”
Fairfax reminds me of the movie Big Fish, one of my top 5 inspirational movies. It has so many lessons in it and the main character Edward Bloom is probably related somehow to John Fairfax.
Edward Bloom’s son shares about his father’s immortal life,
In telling the story of my father’s life, it’s impossible to separate fact from fiction, the man from the myth. The best I can do is to tell it the way he told me. It doesn’t always make sense and most of it never happened… but that’s what kind of story this is.
It’s easy to dismiss a life like Edward Bloom’s in Big Fish. Edward learned early about his purpose.
It occurred to me then, that perhaps the reason for my growth was I was intended for larger things. After all, a giant man can’t have an ordinary-sized life.
The movie is a reminder that we are all meant for big things in God’s eyes. I want to be remembered for having taken risks and gone on great adventures like John Fairfax or Edward Bloom. Perhaps I yearn for these adventures with a little more purpose to them and do them in a way to help others. Maybe at the end of life, those irrational experiences will actually be my reality, which is in God’s hands. My practical challenge to you is to start with a bucket list and write out 100 amazing things you want to do/experience before you die. I did this when I was 20 and have been keeping track of it since. Go one step further to describe why you will do each item and what the achievement will mean to you and others.
Have you ever imagined your funeral and what would be written in your obituary?
What would they say?
What stories would they tell?
Dare to Be Great Situation
I am looking for a dare to be great situation.
These are the words from the immortal everyday hero, Lloyd Dobler in the movie Say Anything (1989). It was the first movie I saw that was written and directed by Cameron Crowe. Crowe gave us other amazing lines in his movies like “You complete me”, “I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen”, and “I’m never as good as when you’re there.” I always liked Lloyd because he was the everyman, someone I could relate to on film. His words, especially this line always sticks with me and I kind of wear it around my shoulder.
Why?
We all want to be the “idea” of Lloyd and act out our mission in life. There are situations when we want our actions to be great but let’s admit it, we’re afraid. That’s okay because if you aren’t afraid, it won’t be as great. We want our actions to be honorable. We want them to be dangerous (in a good way). We want our actions to matter and be memorable. It doesn’t matter if it is January or the end of a long year. When you see that opportunity like Lloyd, act. If it is a girl you’ve always been intimated by, go for it. If it is that idea you’re afraid to introduce at work, go for it. Look around you because your friends and family are cheering for you.
I love tackling a challenge that seems insurmountable at the time but after you get through it, you look back and say, “Wow, that just happened.” We want our stories to live beyond us. 30 years from now you will remember these feats, I promise you.
What is your dare to be great situation you are facing? What are your waiting for?
PS I read that Kirk Cameron was almost cast to play Lloyd. That was right after Robert Downey, Jr. turned the part down. Thank God for providing John Cusack. Oh how that would have been a game changer…
127 Hours To Be Into The Wild
I recently went to a local playground with my young girls. I walked around casually following them as they explored the array of colorful pipes and swings. When I saw my oldest daughter struggling and I offered to help, she shouted “I can do it all by myself.” Meanwhile, she kept calling on me to help so I was oddly confused. I’m definitely not God but I wonder often if this is how he feels when we do the same thing. Nevertheless, it got me thinking about how we as humans view the adventure and struggle of life.
I recently re-watched two amazing survival movies, 127 Hours (2010) and Into the Wild (2007). I’ve always been curious by books and movies like these along with Call of the Wild, Alive, and Unbroken. Perhaps my quest of manhood is revealed through their stories. What amazed me most about these stories is that they are based on real events while not entirely dreamed up by Hollywood.
127 Hours features Aron Ralston a 20-something adventurist out west. He became widely known in May 2003 when, while canyoneering in Utah, he was forced by an accident to amputate his right arm with a dull knife in order to free himself from a boulder. James Franco did a terrific job playing Aron and the movie was anchored by director Danny Boyle with dream-like cinematography. It is a difficult movie to watch due to the amputation scene but like many I’ve spoken to about it, it still captivates you.
Into the Wild features Chris McCandless played by Emile Hirsch, a recent college grad who packs up his car, leaves his family and heads west to the Alaskan wilderness with little food and equipment, hoping to live in solitude. In only a few months he died of starvation. While a disturbing movie, it is beautifully helmed by Sean Penn and the soundtrack by Eddie Vedder is inspiring. I catch myself on weekends driving around town and opening up the windows to listen to Big Hard Sun.
The question after watching these two films is “Why” go on these adventures alone?
Like these two characters, I love being out on my own whether it be hiking, traveling, or playing golf. I haven’t been able to do that in a long time but I know the power it can have in restoring my soul, spending time with God, enjoying time to reflect. I am reminded by a powerful line from John Eldredge’s Wild at Heart, which stirs me.
“Men need to go on a safari of the heart to recover a life of freedom, passion, and adventure.”
It is good to go on that journey.
Here is the problem: Man is misguided by the world.
The world says that he should be an island. The world says…Go it alone. Rely on yourself. Don’t admit weakness.
In 127 Hours, Aron becomes stuck and recognizes that he must go to extreme measures to return to the people he loves. He fights to get back to them. In Into the Wild, Chris feels like regular society has left him so he must leave it. People should not be part of this equation, only nature. In the end of the story as he literally is lying on his deathbed, Chris reflects on the people he loved and who loved him. That is what mattered most in the end.
There is a reason that men ultimately love movies like The Fellowship of the Ring and Band of Brothers because the adventure is about being together. It is the similar with women and movies they love focusing on deep and enduring friendships.
It is important to go on that “safari of the heart”.
But that safari is meaningless without sharing the spirit of it with people and God that inspires it.
Be Ferris Bueller
Lately I’ve been thinking about one of the finest and most amusing movies to come out of the 1980′s. I wish I could give the director John Hughes a big hug for the movies he wrote and directed during that period But the one that always makes me smile the most is Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Who else growing up didn’t want to be Ferris Bueller?
He has great friends with cool names like Cameron and Sloane. He gets the girl. He wears a classic beret driving a vintage 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California. He knows the city of Chicago inside and out. I’m from St. Louis and would even consider naming my son “Ferris”, one of the finest Chicago names of course. He is pure awesome.
Here is what we all can learn from Ferris.
1. Be spontaneous: High school, like our lives can provide a sense of monotony full with meeting everyone elses expectations. Sure, it is important to go to school, work, and go through your routine. They are all noble things. But from my experience there is nothing better than a good spontaneous adventure. Wherever you live, wake up one day with your family, friend or loved one and just do something totally outside of what feels “normal.” I’m not advocating stealing a Ferrari or skipping school but you get the idea. Odds are there are some amazing things to do where you live so go for it. ”Save Ferris.”
2. Avoid the Dean Rooneys: Dean Rooney represents the crazy person in your life who thinks they know everything about anything and feels the need to go out of their way to tell you that you aren’t doing something right. He is the Pharisee judging us and preventing us from living life to its fullest. They may do this in good intention but a pure legalist gives you no room for joy. Oh and also don’t let a French cuisine Matre D’ stop you from having a good time either.
3. Appreciate the finer things: Yes, even a 17-year-old Ferris with his friends visited an art museum and ate at a nice French restaurant. Unfortunately, we are in a media culture full of so many “entertainment” distractions. Slow down your pace and read some classic literature and visit that free museum. Next time you just want to eat a burger and fries, go wild and try some new international cuisine. None of these things have to be expensive either so be creative.
4. Drive a Ferrari with great friends: Ferris would never go on an adventure alone. Many people unfortunately view themselves as an “island” especially men. Not Ferris. He saw life as an adventure to be shared. Plus, think of how you can help the “Camerons” in your life get out of their shell.
5. Join a parade. In Donald Miller’s book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, he describes how his friend Bob Goff would arrange for flash parades on his street. How cool is that? Why not join one? You can sing Twist & Shout, Danke Schoen, or whatever else floats your boat. Just get out there and be a little crazy.
Bonus: If you can help some kid get out of summer school, he or she will be eternally grateful and you’ll never be without friends.
Last but not least, our friend Charlie Sheen delivers his most #winning performance of his career in the movie. Don’t miss it.
I could go on and on with the lessons I’m learning from Ferris even as an adult but I’ll leave you with his wisdom.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. -Ferris
What do you love and learn most about Ferris?
The European Mega Run Ten Years later
Sometimes in life we are blessed to witness greatness. I remember 10 years ago this month I had the privilege
of being part of a feat that few have accomplished.
Have you ever met someone who ran a marathon a day for 2 months straight?
Well I did.
They all ask, “Why would someone in their right mind do that?”
Well I shall tell you about the great Neil Garrod.
First, a short history lesson.
In 1451, King James II of Scotland persuaded Pope Nicholas V to grant a bull authorizing Bishop Turnbull of Glasgow to start a university. That act initiated what became Glasgow University. Flash forward 550 years to 2001. It was a goal of mine to graduate early from college so I could live and work abroad. Scotland was a love of mine since visiting a few years earlier and I began preparing for what I could do there. The possibilities were endless. I secured a 6 month work visa, packed my bags and moved to Scotland on New Years Day. I found a job doing finance research for Professor Neil Garrod who was dean of Glasgow’s faculty of law and financial studies. Soon after working for him he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
The conversation went something like this:
Dave: “You want me to do what with you?”
Neil: “Right, drive a camper van with me through Europe for a few months. I’m going to run from Rome to Glasgow.”
Dave: “What? Wait…Why?!?”
Neil: “Because this is life. Let’s go.”
Dave: “Okay, why not?”
Neil was a serious marathon runner and wanted to find a unique way to celebrate the 550th Anniversary of the university. He would run the possible path of where the bull would travel from Rome to Glasgow.
It sounded exciting to me so I embarked on this journey with the British version of Forrest Gump. I was in charge of driving the camper van so I flew to Belgium to pick it up. It would take three days to drive down to Rome where the race began at St. Peter’s Square. I drove through Belgium and made a quick stop to visit Bastogne. Next, I drove to Dijon, France and then another leg across the Alps passing Mont Blanc and to Genoa, Italy, which rests on the Mediterranean Sea. It got interesting when the camper van was broken into while I was away eating dinner. My passport and a credit card were stolen but thank God they didn’t take my Credence tapes (Big Lebowski fans out there?). I had to quickly repair the driver’s side window with plexiglass and limped my way down to Sienna where I would meet up with Neil Garrod and his family. I was exhausted from that experience so it felt like the ultimate retreat in Sienna. There we would eat amazing Italian food, drink the best wine and enjoy conversation with people from all around the world. I think Neil thought I handled the whole robbery situation with calm but the truth is I was freaking out in my head the entire drive from Genoa to Sienna.
On the day the run began in Rome I was able to receive a new passport from the American Embassy and was on my way. The first few days were spent trying to escape the population centers and get to open road. The most memorable days were running through Florence/Firenze and then through wine country (Chianti) when Neil ran about 50 km (over 30 miles) in one day. We went through amazing towns like Sienna, Castellina in Chianti, Donato, Bologna, Firenze, and Aosta. Somewhere along these roads I cracked the van’s rear bumper and broke yet another window running into the side of an extended gas station roof. It’s amazing I still am given insurance to this day.
The daily routine would be to wake up at 6am, eat a big breakfast and Neil would run 5-7 miles. We would stop, eat, and I would ice Neil’s knees. Following that, Neil would do a couple of afternoon runs. Every night we would finish it off with a bottle of wine and eat some of the most tasty pasta one would ever dream of. The routine was difficult but incredibly rewarding. Observing Neil and his discipline for running only motivated me to run with him. So I joined him most days and built up stamina to go 5-6 miles. When we reached Aosta near the French border, I left the team and went back to America for my friend Heath’s wedding. I handed off the baton to another young student who helped Neil finish the race to Glasgow. It was sad to leave but Neil always made me feel part of the team. I heard later that the day after Neil finished the 1500 mile run, he flew down to South Africa and ran a 100 mile, 2 days race. To this day I’m convinced that he is not human.
I could write for days about the experience. Neil kept an extensive diary during this trip and you can read it all here.
During the Mega-run I grew up a bit. I made the effort to embrace adventure, took some risks, and understood how to lean on God when I was lost. What changed me most of all was learning to embrace “spontaneous experiences” that God puts in front of me. I had the choice to stay in Scotland but the Mega-run was definitely one of those experiences to seize. Before moving to Scotland I wrote my bucket list and running a marathon was a priority item to attain.
The year after the run, thanks to the inspiration of Neil Garrod, I finished my first marathon in Chicago.
Thanks Neil.
Be spontaneous my friends. Chose your own adventure. Ultimately it is God’s adventure in you.
The Meaning of Freedom: An Ethiopian, a Brit and a Yank Collide
Not long ago I attended a conference in Washington, D.C. I love that city. It is easy to be cynical about D.C. and see it as a town only full of politicians with lobbyist leeches there to influence them. I admit that I have been one of the cynics in the past. I want to change and here is why. What I like about DC is the same reason I enjoy parts of Nashville, New York, or Los Angeles. You will undoubtedly meet someone from another part of the world. Often I am called a pied piper so whenever I encounter someone from another culture, I am drawn to them to learn about their story.
I don’t recall who said these poignant lines but it goes like this:
Americans love to spend time and energy trying to understand who they are. They unfortunately spend so little time trying to understand who the world is.
My understanding became much clearer after I visited Washington DC and experienced the following:
Experience #1: At the conference, the thousands who attended share a similar political ideology. One thing that was evident was their passion for the “idea of America” and it surpassed a specific political ideology. Anyone with an open mind can respect that. I am a moderate conservative but their zeal resonated with me. My hope is that when the world looks at America, they see freedom as I witnessed at the conference.
Experience #2: I met a Scottish girl named Shona who is married to an American friend of mine, Nathan and has lived in the United States for the past couple years. I had lived and worked in Scotland in 2001 so we had plenty to discuss including politics, British and American culture, music, food, etc. I asked her what the current pulse of the British people was about America. She seemed to agree that it was very much like the quote above. I have been reading Tony Blair’s A Journey which provides an insightful political perspective on Anglo-American relations the past couple decades. Shona, Nathan, and I discussed in detail how we need to be more alert than ever before about protecting freedom. As Brits and Americans, it is a special responsibiltiy we bear. While we have not mastered it, we need to be a beacon of freedom and lead.
Experience #3: I met Sam Solomon from Ethiopia. Sam is a cab driver whom we spent an intriguing 45 minute ride from central Washington DC all the way to Dulles International Airport. He lives here legally, is married, and has four children. Sam wouldn’t stop smiling when talking about America. Sam said he still has family in Ethiopia but doesn’t see a reason to go back unless it is more free and things change. We discussed that not far from Ethiopia an uprising is happening in the Middle East driven primarily by citizens wanting a democratic process. America has given Sam the opportunity to start a business, raise a family safely, and live free. We all need to listen to the Sam Solomons living in America.
My lessons from these experiences:
Freedom and the democratic process is unmatched.
We should never stop seeking freedom or if necessary, fight for it.
A River Runs Through It (Then and Now)
It is hard to believe that it has been 18 years since A River Runs Through It released. I was a mere 14 years of age and trying to figure out what the world was about then. To be honest, I have not ceased that pursuit. The tears still run down my face when I watch this beautiful film.
The movie is timeless and I’ve always thought it as one of my top 10 favorite movies. Robert Redford beautifully narrates the film. You can sense his voice connecting with the author as one looking back at life reflecting on the journey and what one has learned. To add, Mark Isham’s score completes the emotions on screen. I listened to the soundtrack when writing this.
The story is from the perspective of Norman Maclean (played by Craig Sheffer) and his interactions with his family. His brother Paul (played by Brad Pitt) in particular is wild and rebellious but the connection between them remains deep as does their heritage as Macleans living in the beautiful state of Montana. I don’t have a brother but I’ve come to appreciate what it means to care for someone no matter where they are or how rebelious they may be. My uncle is one whom I love and right now could be near meeting his maker (since writing this post, he passed on July 2nd, his birthday). My mother has been like the character, “Norman” and my uncle in his later life has been the character, “Paul.” It has not been easy and in many ways the whole family has wanted to give up on him. But we have not. There is a conversation between Paul and Norman that illustrates my mother and uncle’s situation.
Paul: Couldn’t you find him?
Norman: The hell with him.
Paul: Well, I thought we were supposed to help him.
Norman: How the hell do you help that son of a bitch?
Paul: By taking him fishing.
Norman: He doesn’t like fishing. He doesn’t like Montana and he sure as hell doesn’t like me.
Paul: Well, maybe what he likes is somebody trying to help him.
Anyone who struggles to help a love one might understand this line from Paul, “Maybe what he likes is somebody trying to help him.” Paul is speaking of himself if you follow the story and Norman immediately understands. I pray that it doesn’t get this way for my daughters as they grow older but I would never give up as my mother (nor their 90 year old mother) never gave up on my uncle.
There is another poignant line in the movie spoken by Norman’s father in one of his last sermon: “And so it those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them – we can love completely without complete understanding.”
I feel as if I’ve been rescued many times by my friends. And I have even tried to rescue a few. My mother has been such a great example of how to love completely without complete understanding.
This is why it is so important to love and forgive. We live in a broken world. Lower your expectations but remain hopeful.
A fish may rise.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”
P.S. When I tweeted out about watching the movie and what it meant to me and moves me still today, I got responses like this:
Ted Goldthorpe: I get the same thing from Fast Times At Ridgemont High
Jeff Jentsch: Gremlins for me
Ryan Linhorst: Tommy Boy really spoke to me In the late 90′s.
Tod Shuttleworth: Animal House spoke to me. Still does.
I can’t win.
Have a great Independence Day holiday everyone and be safe.
Life, the Story in World Cup Years
Have you ever been asked the question, “Where do you see yourself in 5 years?”
If you have been asked this question in an interview or casually been by a friend, it is much tougher to answer than you think. It stumps many who haven’t thoroughly thought through it. I’ve always been intrigued by it and recognize that it is extremely challenging to answer during some seasons in life. Most often I think in context and began looking back at my life. Most of the time it didn’t turn out exactly how I thought. But, I believe that many answers are found in the past. With the World Cup going on, let’s take a look at the last 20 during those years the World Cup occured.
Recently, I re-read Donald Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. In the book, Miller shares how when we look at our lives as is, it really isn’t that interesting. But, if you think through it as one would in writing a screenplay for a movie, many of the parts pieced together can be quite an interesting and at times adventurous story. In those parts of life, the drama and action are brought to life for the observer, reader, or watcher. So, I started to think through my life as a story just as Don analyzed his very own. I cannot remember every single thing like when I drove to school on day 267 in 1996 or on day 145 in 1999 when I debated whether or not to see one movie versus another. Pictures do help, though but unless you have a detailed minute by minute journal of your life, you just won’t remember those things.
It is the memorable scenes that stick out.
Brooke and I on top of Mt. Zugspitze, the tallest mountain in Germany
Here are my memorable scenes from the past 20 years:
1990…West Germany won the World Cup: I was 12, Saddam invaded Kuwait, I quit football and took on golf and soccer as my main sports, I remember my sister being on Student council, and I can’t remember much else.
1994…Brazil won the World Cup: I just came through a rough 1993 as a Freshman in High School, moved from Kansas City to St. Louis, discovered the amazing story of To Kill A Mockingbird (reading it in KC and STL), found friends at Young Life and they found me, I found Christ, and am still great friends with those with me in Young Life to this day. 1994 represented my “character arc” in many ways.
1998…France won the World Cup: I was a Sophmore at the University of Evansville, locked Stan Musial’s keys in his trunk while working at a country club in St. Louis(good times), I remember trying to ditch my Christian legalism and really try to understand grace in that year.
2002…Brazil won the World Cup: Great friends like Heath Hildebrandt, Rick Ewing, Josh Lang, Mike Schwacker, my father and others watched the World Cup games in the middle of the night and got to see USA make it to the quarterfinals. The world was getting used to being “post-9/11.” I worked for a film distributor in St. Louis and was getting used to life post-college. I also met Brooke and we began a friendship and the following year became more.
2006…Italy won the World Cup: Went to Spring Training to see the St. Louis Cardinals and they won the World Series later that year, Brooke and I celebrated our first year of marriage, we traveled to Germany for the World Cup to meet up with our friends Tobi and Curtis, saw my cousin returning from fighting in Iraq, and also traveled with my sister and brother-in-law. During the group stages of the World Cup, we watched games in city squares with thousands of other people. There is nothing like it in another country. I also remember desperately trying to find a bathroom in the German Medieval town of Rothenburg. Oh the things that stick out.
2010…We shall see who wins. This year has been interesting reflecting on what has happened since the last World Cup. I got married in 2005, we have had 2 wonderful girls, moved across town, and I started a job in publishing, which I love and can see myself doing forever. The year continues to surprise me.
Watching Germany play in the World Cup at a crowded market in Munich
So, what will the scenes of 2014 look like for us?
For me?
In 2014, I’ll have won my second Oscar, saved children and puppies from a burning house, win the US Open in golf, while finding time to cure malaria or some other disease. Good pipe dreams but you never know what God can do.
In truth, I’d like to be in Brazil for the World Cup, see my oldest daughter graduate Kindergarten, be back to Hawaii with my wife (we spent our honeymoon there and we love it) finish writing a book, and plan out a round the world trip for the family for when they can “remember” it a few years later. Who knows? But it’s fun to look forward to what’s next.
In 2014…
Where will you be? What will you be doing? Who will be with you?
Envision it like a scene in a movie and describe it.
A Case for Unity during The World Cup
Yes, it’s that time. It only happens every four years. Yes, it’s the World Cup. What do they call it? Soccer? Football?
Who cares, right?
Check this out first.
4 billion people will watch. The Super Bowl averages around 100-110 million. The Olympics averages around 247 million daily viewers.
The 2006 final between Italy and France attracted 715.1 million viewers, the largest single television event in history from what I’ve learned. The 2006 World Cup attracted a 26.29 billion non-unique viewers.
No comparison.
If you are an American reading this, you still may ask “Who Cares?”
Well to start, USA is a big underdog. Countries with populations 1/10 the size of ours are picked to do better than us. On June 12th, USA will face England for the first time in 60 years in a World Cup. And yes, we beat them then! In the USA, we are overwhelmed by so many sport choices so what is the big deal with soccer? I grew up playing the game and continue to follow it as best as possible despite living in a town without a professional team. The passion is there.
Years ago, I lived in Scotland and became friends with a German who was traveling there named Tobi. We stayed in touch and I even visited him in Germany later that year. We agreed to meet up to travel through the UK again a couple years after that. Along that journey with other friends we met an amusing British guy named Curtis. We all stayed in touch after our travels and agreed that the next time we’d meet would be in Germany 3 years later for the World Cup. I became married in those years to Brooke and so the four of us traveled throughout Germany and we were fortunate enough to see Togo play South Korea. It was an unbelievable experience and I cherish every part of it to this day. The World Cup was what unified us that year. Thank God our teams didn’t play each other, though. But, on June 12th, Curtis and I most likely be speaking during that game. Ultimately we all will be friends and are looking toward 2014 in Brazil to meet up again.
We begin our journey to Germany
A German, an American, and a Crazy Brit
The Scene
So far, this is the best video I’ve found capturing the spirit of the World Cup.
It’s not just about the World Cup. It’s about the connection of cultures, making friends, and enjoying the adventure.
You may not play soccer and may never want to but you can’t deny what this sport has done as a bridge for cultures.
There are so many ways to use sport to connect and heal the wounds. In Nashville alone here are a few:
Sports Servants: A great friend of mine Zac Hood took the courageous step to start up a Non-Profit called Sports Servants in 2005. Zac recognized early on in his visits to Belize that the one unifying thing he could get kids to enjoy together was sport, and in particular, soccer. It is what has brought together villages across northern Belize to enjoy. Cultures have been brought together by this tremendous gift.
Nashville International Cup: Annually, a group meets comprised of Mexicans, Arabians, Hispanics, Kurdish, Sub Saharan Africans, Bantus, Asians, etc. to play a tournament. 90 players from 14 countries. These are immigrants and some of them refugees coming to America for a better life. It’s amazing because many of these people were enemies back home but are able to come together for the love of a common game. This takes place today and tomorrow.
World Relief: A friend of mine, Karen Barnes volunteers with this tremendous group here in Nashville that provides assistance to immigrants and refugees. You can read more about Karen’s experience in her blog about “Serving Refugees.” If you take a moment to look around your town, you will discover dozens of nationalities around you who need assistance.
So this next month, use The World Cup as a way in your community to connect with people other than your nationality. Learn about their lives, invite them over for a meal, and if you will, go play a game on the pitch.
Here are a few other fun resources in celebration of The World Cup:
Top soccer Movies I’d recommend: The Game of Their Lives/Miracle Match, Victory, Green Street Hooligans, Bend it like Beckham, or Fever Pitch. There are many more but these always bring a smile.
Last but not least, the latest blog from Stuff White People Like will have you on the floor.
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