- Jessica Ray’s Q-talk on Modesty has gained a lot of buzz recently
- 3 Things girls need to hear from their fathers
- Empathy over Ethics
- 70% of US workers don’t like their jobs!
- A startlingly honest take on the dishonesty of the new atheism
From our staff trip to the MIT Museum yesterday:
According to my totally scientific poll, the two most hated professional athletes in the US are Alex Rodriguez and LeBron James.
ARod I get. He cheated. He makes way too much money. He’s the personification of everything that’s wrong with American sports today.
But what about LeBron? Most people would say all the same things about him, with the exception of cheating (although some would argue that the creation of this Heat team was a form of cheating. PS: it wasn’t).
Now, I am not really an NBA fan. It’s probably 5th or 6th on my list of sports that I follow and enjoy. I’m not a LeBron/Heat fan. I rooted against him in this series because Tim Duncan is my favorite.
But, I don’t get the hate for LeBron. His sins, as far as I can tell, are:
- He is really good
- Some people call him the greatest (presumably before he has earned it)
- He makes a lot of money
- The “decision” thing where he went on ESPN and told the world he would “take his talents to South Beach” and left the city of Cleveland heartbroken
I get it. There are always some athletes and team we just love to hate and root against (for me this is Tom Brady and the Patriots).
But I actually think we should be celebrating LeBron James. NBA excellence has been expected of him since he was in middle school. His high school games were on ESPN. He has always been expected to be the next “great one”. He brought even more expectations on himself by going to Miami.
That’s a lot for a young person to take on. Dude’s only 28. He’s been carrying that weight around for over half his life.
As a college minister, I know a lot of great 20-year-old kids. I know a lot of hard-working kids. I know a lot of kids with good character and healthy ambitions.
I don’t know how many of these kids could handle millions of dollars, huge expectations, constant pressure and scrutiny, and come out of it in a good place.
How in the world we, as a culture, expected LeBron James to turn out a semi-decent human being is beyond me.
But it seems like he’s exactly that: a good dude. Mature. Grateful. Again, he’s only 28. I know people twice his age who are far less mature and have had far more normal life experiences.
LeBron’s post-game speech last night went like this:
“Listen, for me I can’t worry about what everybody say about me. I’m LeBron James. From Akron, Ohio. From the inner city. I’m not even supposed to be here…That’s enough. Every night I walk into the locker room I see a No. 6 with ‘James’ on the back. I’m blessed.”
We live in an age of extended adolescence and so why is it weird that a 20 or 22 or 25-year-old LeBron James acted immaturely (and even that is debatable).
I would argue, again, that LeBron is grown up now and he seems (I don’t know him) to get it…to understand who he is and how he’s been gifted…and to be grateful for it.
I wish more people could see that, could see his growth, and celebrate it, because we need to celebrate people who grow and mature.
There’s a chance that LeBron skips town and joins another team in a year. There’s a chance that this all goes to his head and this post looks pretty silly in a couple of years.
But right now, in this moment, forget about his two championships…LeBron James has matured and grown and is gracious about it, and that is something that is far too often left uncelebrated in this day and age.
I have been a father for over 9 months now and I love it. There are so many things to say about parenthood and how it is shaping me, challenging me, growing me. It’s a long list, and I have more to say about it than I would have ever imagined.
So, let me keep this post short and sweet by sharing this: here’s the thing I love the most about being Marina’s dad. I love that I am dad (read: male, father) and that she is daughter (read: a girl).
For some reason I have had the sense that part of my destiny, to sound dramatic, has always been to be a father to a girl. Not that I don’t want a boy, or have never imagined parenting a son, but somehow I always knew there would be a girl, and I am so ecstatic this girl is Marina.
Why did I think this to be my destiny? I’m not sure. Maybe it was having two sisters. Maybe it was having several good friends who were girls. Maybe it’s my experience shepherding young women as a campus minister.
It’s just a sense I’ve had.
There’s something precious and important about the ways father’s treat their daughters. I’ve seen it in my family, and I’ve seen it in the lives of friends, and in the students I work with. A father makes a tremendous impact on his daughter’s life for good and for bad.
Amy is an amazing mother and I marvel at her work and way with Marina each and every day. And yet, there are some things that Marina needs from me that Amy can’t give her (and, of course, the opposite is also true).
Time will tell if I will be a good father or not. I hope and pray and strive to be a good dad.
What I do know is this: I believe I was meant to do this…not just to be a dad, but to be a father to a daughter. And I love it, I relish this challenge, and it’s all a bit frightening, but I am also hopeful and excited about where this journey will lead!
I hope to post some thoughts on fatherhood this week, but for now I want to say that I had an incredibly blessed first father’s day weekend. Saturday night, which was one of the best weather days I can ever remember in Boston, we hung out with neighborhood friends. The moms conspired together to speak words of encouragement to the dads and it was a precious moment.
Sunday morning the girls made me breakfast while I got to sleep in (a treat all by itself). Marina even signed the card with a squiggly line. Very awesome.
My wife and daughter are amazing and bless me in innumerable ways each and every day…father’s day is, for me, as much about remembering that as anything else.
I wholeheartedly endorse The Fault In Our Stars. If you read only one book this summer, let it be this one. I will say no more, so as not to spoil it for you…just read it!
- Bono on why he is banking on Grace over Karma
- Speaking of Grace, here’s a great post/resource on the best of gifts
- Barna continues to pump out fascinating information on the Hispanic population
- I’ve never been a morning person, but this article on the power of mornings is right on. Not always up early by choice, but I find it is now my most productive time by far!
- “Technology celebrates connectedness, but encourages retreat” by my favorite writer
We love this beautiful girl so much!
planning, scheming, praying, and writing. welcome to summer with sojourn…