But not amazing in our standards.
And so were you.
And so were you.
You know I’ve heard that quote so many times in my life. “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog”. And I understood what it meant, but I totally missed that it’s something that could be applied to EVERYTHING in life. Everything.
I’ve been needing some direction in my life; some motivation. I have dreams, things I would like to accomplish one day. I’ve been listening to podcast after podcast and YouTube video after YouTube video. Hearing from successful people and some of the greats in sports and entertainment. People that I admire and look up to in some way or another in my life. Michael Jordan, Lebron James, Kobe Bryant, The Rock, Eric Thomas, Mark Cuban, Dr. Tony Evans, Jake Parker, Jerry Rice, Rick Pitino, my mother, my father. And every single one of those people all has a very different story of how they got to where they got to. They all started differently from different areas. But they all have said the same thing, “work”.
You want to be great at anything. Work. Work at it. Work hard. Work harder than anyone else around you. You don’t have to be the smartest person in the room. You don’t have to be the fastest person on the pitch. You don’t have to be the strongest man on the field. You don’t have to be the quickest person on the court. You just have to be the hardest working person there. The greatest aren’t the greatest because of talent. The greatest outworked everyone else. The greatest woke up earlier to put in that extra work while you were sleeping in. Or maybe they were putting in work late nights while you were partying it up or just slacking off. The greatest failed and then used that failure to help build on their success. The greatest didn’t listen to those little voices of doubt inside of them.
The greatest simply wanted it that much more.
So whatever it is that you want to do in your life, your dreams, your goals your responsibilities. Work hard at it. Be the greatest at it.
I know it’s easy to be looking in from this side of the border and we see a bunch of people crossing over the border illegally. We see people breaking the law when they come over and it’s easy for us to say, “go back”.
But if you just took a second just to try and understand their situation maybe you could understand their desperation. You may be thinking, “what desperation”? Imagine you lived, well… where you live right now. And gangs or cartels started to get out of hand. Innocent people getting killed and you’re afraid to go outside certain times of the day. Bodies being dismembered or hung from the overpasses and left as warnings to everyone. Then you’re getting death threats if you don’t pay an extortion fee for maybe a business you own, or even for living in an area or walking down a certain road.
You see these people most likely WISH they could “go back”. They want to to go back to a time where they didn’t fear for their lives. They want to go back to the country they once loved and cherished and were so proud of. But they can’t right now. They are looking for a little normalcy to their daily lives. They are looking for safety. They are seeking sanctuary from the terrorism that is occurring in their lives. You have to understand that a lot of these people are not just walking over a bridge or a puddle to try and get here. They are traveling thousands of miles and risking their lives to come here. How desperate would you have to be to risk your life and the lives of your family just have a chance at some peace? A peace that you’re not even guaranteed at achieving.
Now I’m not saying that what they are doing is right. Or we should just allow everyone and anyone in. Not at all. I just want people to understand what they are experiencing. And I’m sure there are other reasons why people cross over. All I’m saying is just not to shut your heart so quickly on what’s happening. And maybe we can find a solution that can benefit both sides. I’ve always said that we shouldn’t only be focusing on the people that are crossing, but WHY are they crossing over? Why are we allowing the terrorism that is happening over there that is causing this problem?
There is usually always a middle ground to the social issues we see and hear about every day. Unfortunately, most people just the comfort of their side, their view and don’t bother to try and see what the other side is experiencing.
I just happen to be watching an episode of Borders and it just shed a little light on some of the individuals that are coming from Central America, going through Mexico and trying to get to the US. It’s really an interesting watch if you have the time.
I was reading my Bible this morning and as I was reading 1John 2:28 the passage made me compare myself with my own son.
A couple of days a go I had asked Reno to clean up his room and then I went off to do something else. A few minutes passed and I went to go check on him as I usually do cause I know he can easily get sidetracked. When I came in the room I saw that he was playing with his toys that he was supposed to be cleaning. As he saw me come in he quickly fumbled around and pretended to be putting the toys away. I didn’t say anything but I kind of gave him this look that let him know that I was aware of what was happening.
1John 2:28 reads:
And now dear children, remain in fellowship with Christ so that when He returns, you will be full of courage and not shrink back from Him in shame.
No one knows when Jesus is returning. No one. But I would really hope that when He does show up, if it happens to be during my time here on Earth, that I’m not caught off guard. I know those aren’t the best words, because we will all be caught “off guard” when it happens. What I mean is that I hope I am at a point in my life where I am in fellowship with Christ.
Those of us who read His Word knows what we should be doing with our lives. But how many of us are truly living that kind of life? When Jesus comes back, are we going to be fumbling around, scrambling to look like we’re doing what we’re supposed to be doing? “Oh hey JC, just here doing the whole Christian thing, you know? That’s how I role….. everyday….. uh… yeah.”
Just like I knew my son wasn’t doing what he was supposed to be doing, God knows the same of you and I. There won’t be a need to pretend you’re doing what’s right the moment Jesus shows up. No need to. So I guess my thinking was, I have to be better about my walk with Christ. Not only because I don’t want to be doing something wrong when He comes, but also because as the passage reads, I want to be full of courage when he does come. Not afraid, not worried but just so happy and ready.
This morning began with me thanking God for just all that He does for me and my family. For loving me even though I’m not that best child to have. Then I told Him that I feel like somethings missing in my days. I don’t have the motivation that I used to. Mostly to do with work and personal, creative projects. It’s like I want to do so much, but there’s no motivation there. I felt a bit unhappy at that moment. But it quickly turned around when I thought, “why”. I am beyond blessed in my life. Never wanting or needing anything in any area of my life. I think about the wrong I’ve done in my life and how I stray away from Him and I start to feel so unworthy of everything that I have. How could He still love me, even though I’m continuously doing wrong? Tears are streaming down my face as I just sit there and realize that I have nothing to upset or sad about. Nothing. He is sufficient. He is enough. He is my provider. He is my everything.
Then there is silence between Him and me.
Then moments later, as I’m still driving to work, a thought comes to mind. I really need to pray for this friend, because of X reason. Then another friend comes to mind and I say, I need to pray for them too because of X reason. Then another person, and another person. And start to realize, I don’t pray like I used to. Not even for myself. I don’t pray like I used to before I started my daily work projects. I don’t pray over my day at work. I don’t pray over my team, my co-workers, my company. I don’t pray anymore. I don’t even realize that I’m crying again until I come to that last thought. I pray for my family and protection, health and great days, but that’s where it ends. I used to pray for pretty much for everything in my life.
Everything that I have overcome, done, achieved is because of God. So when did I stop praying to Him for everything that I am doing or will be doing? Why? And maybe that was more Him asking me than me asking myself.
I’m grateful that even when I don’t expect something to be spoken to me, He does it anyway. He’s pretty amazing like that. I hope and pray that one day if you already haven’t, get to experience Him in that way.
I would like to start off by saying that I’m no pastor, minister, preacher, evangelist or deacon. I’m just a normal person that tries his best to follow Christ and His teachings. So please don’t assume that I’m speaking from a scholarly level. I read my bible and these thoughts and comparisons come to my head at times. Now, with that being said, I can start.
I’m going to try and not write a novel here, but no promises. Just the other day a family member mentioned to me that a younger person told him that Michael Jordan is overrated and that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with the NBA players of today. Being people who grew up watching Michael Jordan play, I couldn’t help but laugh. When he told me the age of this person, it made more sense as to why he had this opinion. To be clear, I don’t really watch much of pro basketball anymore, really since Jordan retired. There are several reasons why, but none of those have to deal with this matter. Now I could go on and on about why that has to be an ignorant comment but I’m not going to do so here, just to help keep this from getting out of hand.
This morning I was reading my bible and as I was reading 2 Timothy Chapter 4, I came across this verse:
4 In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge:2 Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. 3 For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. 4 They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. 5 But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.
And as I read this it sort of dawns on me that we are living in that time right now. I see more and more how people push away the Bible and its teachings. I feel like the further we get in our days the more and more this will continue to happen. I know you’re thinking, “What in the world does this have to do with Michael Jordan?”. Maybe not directly related to Jordan himself but the idea of someone who has a slight disconnect, mostly because of time, that it becomes untrue or they prefer to believe what’s right in front of them at that time.
You see someone who is much younger knows about LeBron James, about Stephen Curry, about Kevin Durant, James Harden. They know about Rusell Westbrook and Kawhi Leanard. Why? Because it’s what they see right in front of them, right now. There’s no disconnect because it’s the current events happening in front of them. But if you mention Bill Russell, Larry Bird, Oscar Robertson, Magic, Wilt, Kareem and of course Jordan, they may know the names but they don’t know the talent. They don’t know how some of those players changed the game of basketball. To people who watched MJ play, he is and probably will always be the G.O.A.T. And again we could go into a list of reasons why most of us feel that way.
In the same manner that as our generations are getting older and the new generations have come, they start to see the Bible as just stories or myths. Those “stories” you would hear about at church as a kid, or from a friend. If no one is there to really teach you and explain to you the truth of the Bible, then we start to lose the reality of it. We start to lean on what we hear otherwise and what we hear now. I would imagine that from the moment Jesus died and rose again, that this started to take effect. As time went on and the first accounts started to die off, people started to believe less and less. At least those that were not taught or brought up in that truth. And a lot of it is our fault as believers. In the very next verse, it says,
5 But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.
We should be the ones helping to educate our children and those around us about God and about Jesus and the life He lived and gave up for us. We are starting to see the consequences of not doing those things. Don’t believe me, just the previous chapter in 2 Timothy 3 these are the opening verses:
3 But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2 People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3 without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, 4 treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— 5 having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people.
Tell me that isn’t looking more and more like today’s society. You don’t have to look far to see it all happening right now.
Most people say that the Bible is just accounts written by people and we can’t trust that it’s the truth. Well if that’s the case should we throw out our history books? What are they if not for accounts from people who witnessed it. I don’t remember having video footage of so much that I learned in our History classes. Jesus existed, it’s been verified by several Jewish and Roman historians. The research is there if you take the time to do it. The accounts that are in the Bible are from witnesses to what He did in His life. And there were many other witnesses there as well. But I’m not here to try and convince you of anything. That’s not up to me. It’s not my job to debate or argue someone to Christ. That’s not how it works.
I think this all made more sense in my mind, but it’s something that I just had to put down into words cause I felt led to. My mind can be weird at times, and I’m sorry if this, in any way, confused you. God Bless.
Today my dad turns 72 years old. That number seems unreal to me. Not because it’s a high number, or because the years have flown by, but because my dad doesn’t look or act like he’s 72. When I was little I thought 72 was really old and you were most likely bedridden, in a wheelchair or having to use some sort of walking aid. But I was little so I could be off by a little bit. Regardless, that’s not my dad, he’s always working. He’s been retired for years now, but he refuses to stop and kick his feet up for too long. Maybe that’s the old generation that I’m seeing. The generation of hard work and keep pushing no matter what. Sometimes I look at him and I’m just amazed and how strong he looks and I pray that I took can look and feel that good at 72. But that’s really just a very small piece of it.
I could probably write on and on about my dad and the amazing man and father that he is, but I frankly wouldn’t have the time. There’s so much I could say about him, but if I could sum him up in three words they would be “Loving”, “Worker” and “Wise”. Those are the three things I think of most when I think about my father.
He’s always there when I’ve needed words of wisdom or guidance. Being someone who grew up with little and has made such significant advancement in his education, career and overall life, I really do make it a point to listen to his words. He’s a part of that generation that’s not very tech savvy right now, but as I kid I remember thinking, “There’s nothing my dad can’t fix“. I’m just glad I can help him out now when he’s trying to figure out the tech stuff.
I don’t know many people that are hard working like my old man. It’s like he never stops. There are times when I get tired just watching him go. But it’s like he doesn’t know how to stop. He’s like a machine. Maybe it’s because he’s had to work so hard throughout his life, he’s really never known much else. My father came over from Mexico with his uncle and I remember him telling me stories of working fields when he first came. To think that he retired being the safety manager of a global company, well I think that speaks for itself.
But the one thing that I admire most about my father, is his love. I don’t think I ever went one day without feeling his love. He loved me enough to discipline me, to get me on that straight path. And even though at that time I hated it and didn’t understand why my friends didn’t have it better because they did what they wanted, when they wanted, I do now. And I thank God every day that he was on top of that. He’s done so much for his families over all of these years, but for some reason the one thing that sticks out to me the most was his career change. You see when I was little I didn’t get to see my dad much. He worked at Ben Taub Hospital and usually worked nights, which meant he slept during the days. There were times we couldn’t go outside and play because we couldn’t make noise for fear of waking him up. He loved his job. It was exciting for him and he’s always loved the medical industry/field. He still talks about it from time to time and I can tell that even now it still excites him. But there was one problem, he wasn’t seeing his family and they weren’t seeing him. I can imagine that it must be a difficult decision to make a change doing something you enjoy. But I can also see that if that choice was because you weren’t seeing the people you loved most, what’s the point. I don’t know where my dad would be right now in the medical field had he stayed there, I wonder that a lot myself today. What I do know is I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be where I am right now had I had to miss out on the time that he gave to his children and even now as adults with our own families. I’ll never forget that. Ever.
So today my old man levels up to 72. I say level up because for one, I’m a gamer, and two because though his body has aged, he’s wiser and more awesome as the years have gone. I admire him so much. I think it’s pretty safe to say that all his kids do and so do many around him. I pray that one day my children will be able to say the same about me.
I love you, dad. Happy Birthday.