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JoePa, the need to punch somebody, and other thoughts on Penn State

If you follow me on twitter, this past week has been a keeper. I’ve been going off on Joe Paterno and Penn State University over what we’re all learning has happened to young boys IN the football facility. To say I’m pissed would be the understatement of the year. Now that I’ve calmed down a bit, I thought i would try to put my thoughts into some sort of semi-coherent form by breaking them down into a few sections.

I’m heart broken over the loss of innocence that these boys have experienced.

LIfe will never be the same for these boys. They’ll live a life marked by mistrust, fear and shame all because a pervert chose them to attack. I do not understand how an adult can attack a child. To me it’s the lowest of all crimes. When the coach is convicted and sent to prison, he’ll discover that inmates agree. I’ve visited pedophiles in prison and they have told me that very thing. Prison will not go well for Sandusky, which I have to admit, I’m more than good with.

I want to punch every adult witness who walked away.

The idea that a grown man would WITNESS a child being harmed and walk away is so heinous that they should share a cell with Sandusky. I know some will say “but he was only a graduate assistant and he did report it to his boss.” To which I say, Paterno was rightfully fired for essentially the same thing. Secondly, he was a GRADUATE assistant, which means he was at least 22 yrs. old. A legal adult in every sense of the word. Plus he had just finished up a career as a college football player. I think he would have been able to defend himself against a 50-something year old pervert. Bottom line is one of those two adults should have gotten his butt whipped in that shower.

If that had been me, the sequence would have been tackle Sandusky, get the boy to safety, call the police,  THEN call Joe Pa. The way McQueary handled it was the highest form of cowardice and oh how I wish I could tell him that to his face.

How did any Penn State student with a conscious join a rally to protest JoePa’s firing instead of the sexual assault of multiple little boys?

Does anybody else see how twisted that was? You’re protesting an adult being held accountable for his inaction? Not mention the fact that college football coaches get fired, even JoePa. That’s why they have buy-out clauses, they know there are only two kinds of coaches: those who just got fired and those who are about to be fired.

Not only do you have a rally but you destroy property? What kind of kids are these? What kind of parents do they have? I have a daughter in college and I can promise you that if she ever participated in something so deplorable, her college career on my money would be over. I know not every Penn St student was involved but there were enough to give the entire school a black eye that will take years to overcome.

It reminded me to only have dead guys as role models

I grew up an Alabama fan, so I got to attend several Penn St. games (including the Goal Line Stand Sugar Bowl) and I have to say those where among my favorite. Penn St fans are simply the best fans in college football. They travel every where and win/lose with class. I always thought a lot of how Penn St. had never been put on probation under Paterno. He was what I thought every college football could and should be.

Now, he’s no better than Barry Switzer, Ron Meyer or any other college coach who got caught cheating. That’s really sad to me. It’s also why you should only have dead guys as role models because you KNOW how their story ends.

Lastly:

I’m reminded that everybody has a little Penn St. in their lives.

I heard a preacher (Michael Katschke) say this and it really resonated with me. The point is that everybody has a secret sin that they hope no one finds out about. Everybody has something they are hiding. But the fact is nobody gets away with it forever. Sandusky is one more name added to the long list of folks who thought they could keep their sins a secret, only to be exposed. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone, especially those who like me are followers of Jesus. Numbers 32:23 put it this way “you may be sure that your sin will find you out”.

Working on my Penn St’s should keep me busy for a while.

It’s Just A Game

One of the best things that happened to me when I lived in Tuscaloosa for several years, was it totally changed my view of Alabama football. Before I was obsessed with anything and everything to do with Alabama football. I would be visibly angry for days after a loss and I acted like a total horse’s butt while watching a game way too many times. Now I enjoy the games whether I’m at home or in Tuscaloosa but when it’s over, it’s over. 10 minutes after the game, win or lose, life goes on.

Here’s the before and after on how I changed:

BEFORE

I used to yell at the players on TV (did I REALLY think they could hear me?) when he missed a tackle, dropped a pass or the worst of all sins, fumbled.

AFTER

Because I was a pastor I got to know a few of the players with their helmets off. What I mean is before I only knew the player in his uniform, he was just a number. But then I got to see them away from Bryant-Denny, as they were hanging out with other college kids. After a few times it finally dawned on me that they were just like every other college kid I knew. All fo them were still figuring out how to make the transition from kid to grown up. The only difference was they were freaklishly good athletes. The bottom line was it became impossible to be mad at the kids once I saw their faces.

BEFORE

When I wasn’t yelling at the players, I was screaming to fire the coach at the first loss. On the Spot. Right then. Now!

AFTER

Not only did I get to know players, I also got to know coaches and other staff. I had just moved my wife and kids to Tuscaloosa so I understood the stress moving causes. I also learned that the majority of assistant coaches work on annual contracts and there’s never a guarantee that they will have a job come June, so their families are constantly wondering if they’ll have to move.  That’s a lot of pressure for a family to handle.

Coaches also had wives and children who had to listen to their husbands/dads being called everything in the book but had to keep quiet.

The most sobering thing I finally understood was that coaching was their job, not life or death. Back in the day when coaches used to stay at a school for 20 years, a bond formed between the coach and the school. Well, not anymore. Now contracts have buy-out clauses for both sides, because the loyalty of the school ends with the first losing season and the coach is loyal to whatever school is signing his check. The coach was not emotionally invested to the same level I was.

So that’s how college football became what it should have always been to me, just a game. Now that’s college football season is in full swing I hope every guy will remember that.

Hey, Has Anybody Seen My Edge?

Ever had one of those moments when out of the blue, you discover that you lost something? You didn’t even know it was missing but something clicked in your mind to make your realize that you lost it.I had this happen to me recently. The something that clicked in my mind was a sermon about what Christianity looked like in the beginning. The something that I had lost was something I used to have in huge quantities, probably too much at times, but I had it. The something was The Edge of my faith.

15 years ago I was an all-in guy when it came to being a Follower of Jesus. “Anything, anywhere, at any cost” was my motto. Whatever assignment God would trust me with, I was good with doing. Leave a good job to work part-time in a church? Done. Start a church from scratch even though I had no idea what I was doing? Let’s go. Pack up my family and move 150 miles away? Yep, I’m in. I never gave it a second thought because I had The Edge.

But then somewhere or sometime, I lost it. I can’t tell you when or how it happened because that’s how it goes when you lose something but don’t know it, it happens subtly. It starts off innocently enough, you turn your back to a small risk that you know you should take but you decide “I’ll get the next one”. But then the next comes along and you pass on that one as well. Before you know it not only are you not taking any risks, you aren’t doing jack.

The funny thing about doing nothing is it’s comfortable, safe, and usually good for long term job security. That’s why it’s so attractive to people. Why risk what it’s taken you 10, 15, or 20 years to build or accumulate? It’s not like you’ll have enough time left in life to build back up if you lose it. So you do nothing and the years begin to pile up with you just sort of floating from one day to the next to the point that one day becomes indistinguishable for the other. Next thing you know the years just melt away.

That’s what it looks like to lose The Edge

If you’ll read the book of Acts you’ll get a front row seat to what it looks like to have The Edge. You’ll see a group of people who sold everything they had so that none of their group went hungry or homeless. You’ll see a group of people who huddled in houses to worship while listening for the Roman oppressors who wanted to kill them. You’ll read about a guy who gets shipwrecked, beaten, bitten by a snake, stoned and ostracized by his own people (BTW, this same guy used his time in prison to write a huge chunk of what is now called the New Testament). You’ll read about how guy named Peter who was forced to confront what his tradition and religion had taught him in contrast to the teachings of Jesus and he actually changed.

Being a follower of Jesus was never meant to be about safety or security.  No matter how hard the American Church has tried to make it seem that way. I heard one guy illustrate how backwards we have it here in the West. He went into his 8-year old son’s room after he heard him yelling becaus of a nightmare. The son asked his dad to pray for him to be safe. Instead his dad told him he was going to pray that God would make him dangerous. I love that. Too often I’ve prayed that God will keep me safe instead of asking Him to use me.

The bottom line is I lost The Edge and hope I can regain it. Any ideas on how?