A Goal to Remember

I love sports. But to be honest, there are only a handful of sporting "moments" in my lifetime that I will never forget - most of which have come from my beloved Kentucky Wildcats basketball team (Tony Delk's 4-point play in the 1996 championship game, and Cameron Mills's 3-pointer against Duke in the 1998 regional final are two biggies).

However, I added a moment to my list yesterday.

I understand if you don't enjoy soccer (or, football, to the rest of the world). As a teenager I despised the sport. Why? I can't really remember. Thankfully though, through the guidance of some dear friends in my early 20's - namely DJ Bass, Brian Phillips & Jamie Luttrell - I grew to love the "beautiful game".  For the past 5-6 years I have counted soccer second only to basketball.

Whether or not you follow the game, you've gotta love how yesterday's World Cup match between the United States and Algeria played out. It was a do or die match. Win, continue competing in the biggest sporting event in the world. Lose (or draw), go home.

Not only that, but there are multiple story lines that built into the drama of this match: USA's lack of success in the World Cup; the seeming irrelevance of the sport in America; Landon Donovan's journey; Bob Bradley's journey; the stolen goal against Slovenia; etc.  Any one of those story lines would have given this game weight worth watching.

But in the end, it was all about the goal. 

After 91 minutes of excruciating missed opportunity after missed opportunity after another stolen goal from the ref, the story-book ending actually happened.  And this is how it played out:



The goal certainly didn't win the World Cup - the US is likely a long way from even coming close to that sort of accomplishment - but with everything riding on this match, it felt pretty darn close.

I don't think I'll ever forget the scene that erupted in Eric & Julia Pickerill's apartment when the ball went into the net (and after a few moments of making sure the refs didn't call this one back, too).  Shouting, jumping, high-fiving, hugging jubilation.

When I asked Grayson later if he remembered watching the goal and what he thought about it, he said, "you scared me."  But then after a moment, he raised both hands in the air and said, "GOAL!"

Pure excitement.

Some Dutch World Cup commercials, for your viewing pleasure

The first two commercials speak for themselves, how could you not love Oranje?:



This next one shows the history of the "Pletterpet", a Dutch noise-making hat. All the grocery stores here are loaded with these things:

And a Dutch fan gets revenge on some German bullies, with the use of his new-fangled shirt that he got from the energy company NUON:

This last video isn't a commercial, but I had to include it; it's just a fan showing off his shirt that was featured in the previous video. Quite odd...and yet mesmerizing.


Don't forget to watch England v USA today!

The Entire World is Waiting...

Italy: World Cup 2006 Champions

Tomorrow begins the biggest sports event of the year: World Cup 2010.  I can't wait.  In anticipation, here are a few links to get you ready:

• Tim Howard, one of my favorite players and no.1 keeper for the US, is featured on Fifa.com

• Five questions about the US team that will be answered in the coming weeks

• Dutch midfielder Rafael Van der Vaart thinks that Holland has as good a chance as anyone to win the cup

• "The Evolution of the World Cup Ball" - pictures of the official voetballen (aka soccer balls) for each of the 19 WC's

And of course - though not World Cup related - the Dutch election results. Due to the political system here in the Netherlands, a coalition of parties must be created in order to form a government. The goal is to form a coalition that achieves of a majority of seats in the "Tweede Kamer" (i.e. House of Representatives). But that process can potentially take weeks to finalize, as the parties involved have to position and re-position themselves in order to make it work. That is, by the way, why the government collapsed in February: two of the three parties in the coalition decided that they could no longer work together. So, the coalition folded and the Prime Minister handed in his resignation to the Queen...which spurred on this whole election thing to begin with.

Hup Holland, Hup!

It's voting time...for the Dutch

Just after the United States presidential election in 2008, I wrote a post about some of the basic differences between the American & Dutch political systems. Today being the big election day here in the Netherlands (because, if you didn't hear, the government collapsed in February), I thought it would be good to dig up that archive.

Also, take some time to read the blog "Clogs and Tulips: An American in Holland", which has two great posts about the elections called Dutch Elections 2010 and Dutch Government for Dummies. Good stuff!

Links of the Day and a Picture from the Archives

Here are a couple things that I read today:

The Economist talks about the Dutch elections which take place tomorrow, and how the recent economic crisis will likely effect things.
The New York Times wonders if the U.S. is becoming a football (i.e. soccer) country, leading up to the World Cup.  It better be, 'cause I'm gonna be in Ohio for the knock-out round!

If you get a few minutes, take a read and tell me what you think. And please pass along anything of interest that you've been reading.

And, for the "awwwww" factor, a picture from the archives. This is Grayson playing in the "hiding place" where the ten Boom family hid some of their Jewish friends during WWII. It was a pretty incredible moment:

Taking the Plunge: Why Baptism isn't Arbitrary

Baptism is weird.  As a follower of Jesus, it is one of those things we do about which I sometimes ask myself, “hold on a second, why are we doing this again?  What does this have to do with my faith?”  It can just seem like such an arbitrary act.

Not only can it seem arbitrary, but it is also unbelievably divisive among Christians.  Infant baptism?  Adult baptism?  Dunking?  Pouring?  Sprinkling?  For ‘salvation’? For church ‘membership’?  In other words, there are both theological and practical interpretations of baptism that slice through the church in a hundred (a thousand?) different ways.

And yet, and yet, there is also an indescribable beauty that seems to enter the world the moment someone gets baptized.  I’ve noticed this for years, watching friends, family and perfect strangers get drenched to the bone in the waters of baptism—almost every time I have to choke back tears. 

Maybe it’s a silly comparison, but it reminds me of watching a cheesy movie, when the filmmaker orchestrates all of the cinematic elements perfectly to jerk out your tears...the music swells, the camera pans on a little orphan running into the arms of his long-lost mother, or two lovers separated by war finally reunite and share a kiss, or the Death Star explodes (that one gets me every time).

Why is that?  What is it that makes baptism a powerful experience?  Well, like those tear-jerking movies, baptism is actually telling a story.  What is so great and mind-boggling about this story is that on one hand it is so personal, so intimate, and on the other, completely cosmic and universal. 

Through the entirety of Christian scriptures, water—whether symbolically or literally—plays a central role.  On the very first page of the Bible, God hovers over the “waters”, preparing to create reality as we know it.  “Creation”, in other words, is “baptized” as God separates out the water from the dry land.  Later on, the people of Israel are “baptized” as they escape from Egypt through a separated Red Sea, and then again they cross through the Jordan River—both incredibly significant moments in Hebrew history which are told and retold to remember that God brings freedom, new life, and hope.

It is in this context that baptism as we know it began.  As a Jewish rite of purification, it was used by some—like the famous John the Baptist—to act out a return to God, as if to say, “we used to be a part of your great story, God, but haven’t really been acting that way lately…so we’re re-committing ourselves.”  Jesus himself even got baptized in this way.

But then, as with pretty much everything else, Jesus added new meaning.  In Luke 12:50, he refers to his impending crucifixion and death as a “baptism.”  Why?  He is re-centering the whole story of Israel through himself.  He is saying that he will die, but on the other side of his death is freedom, new life, and hope (just like those other significant events in Israel’s history). 

Baptism is what we are given, as followers of Jesus, as a way of saying “YES!” to the life of Jesus.   It’s like the ring on the finger in marriage—the culmination (and yet, at same time, the beginning) of a love story.  As the apostle Paul says, ^“We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.” (Romans 6:4)

So baptism isn’t merely a symbol of what has already taken place, it is also a very real entrance into a new community, a new life.

Bible scholar N.T. Wright puts it this way:

The point is that the story which baptism tells is God’s own story, from creation and covenant to new covenant and new creation, with Jesus in the middle of it and the Spirit brooding over it.  In baptism, you are brought into that story, to be an actor in the play which God is writing and producing.  And once you’re onstage, you’re a part of the action.  You can get the lines wrong.  You can do your best to spoil the play.  But the story is moving forward, and it would be far better to understand where it’s going and how to learn your lines and join in the drama.  Through the water to become part of God’s purpose for the world. (Simply Christian p.215)

As it turns out, baptism may still be weird (and stir up controversy), but it isn’t arbitrary.  It is the act of stepping into and participating in God’s story here and now.

(Most of the ideas on this post were taking from the book Simply Christian, quoted above.  Check it out at amazon.com)

Why Church?

Here is a recent post that I wrote for our church's blog:

Not Vineyard Amsterdam (yet!)

“The church is a whore, but she is my mother.”  What?  I couldn’t think of a more harsh or awkward way to describe the church.  But apparently, a North African berber from the 5^th century thought that it was an accurate and appropriate description.  His name was Augustine, and he said a lot that has influenced Christians this past 1600 years.

I think that it is worth taking some time to analyze his quote – maybe it will help explain why we think having this church called Vineyard Amsterdam is a good idea.

When referring to a woman, there probably could not be two more extreme words to describe her than “whore” and “mother.”  The former connotes unfaithfulness, betrayal and disloyalty in the most carnal ways possible.  The latter:  belonging, nuture, love and comfort.

So why would Augustine go so far as to call the church a whore?  He may have had his own reasons; I can think of mine: the crusades, the inquisition, fundamentalist extremism, hypocracy,  and strange political agendas are a few off the top of my head.  All of these represent to me what I would consider unfaithfullness to God.  Not only unfaithfulness, but unfaithfulness in the worst possible way: that which represents him for what he is not.

But it is easy to brush off all of the wrong-doings of the church as merely historical or as an accusation reserved for extremists.  The reality is that the church is a “whore” because it is made up of people.  More accurately, it is made up of people like me.  I myself have played a part in mis-representing God to the world.  Whenever I chose to act out of hate and not love; whenever I turn a blind eye to injustice; whenever I rejoice in another’s misfortune; whenever I am a hypocrite (and I am a lot!), then I am unfaithful to the God of the Christian scriptures.

What should we do, then?  Disregard or even discard the church?  Become cynical at all the ways that we’ve personally seen the church fail?  Augustine’s answer is a resounding “no”.  She is my mother, he says.

When the church is faithful to God, when the church is actually a “mother”, then we can see some amazing things happen:

First, community happens.  The church isn’t a building, but a people.  One of the great tragedies of the western post-modern world is that many people live utterly isolated lives.  Loneliness is an epidemic in the West.  But God, through the church, offers an alternative.  He offers a family, a party, a feast to be a part of.  One thing is so unique about the church is that it is not merely made up of like-minded people.  Communities can form easily and quickly around common interests.  But the church is the “single great river formed from tens of thousands of scattered tributaries,” as someone once said.  It’s a single family formed by innumerable cultures, nationalites and backgrounds, united together through shared faith.  There could be no better place on the planet to experience this than Amsterdam – the most diverse city in the world.

Second, we fall in love with the world.  The church was never intended to be isolated from the rest of the world; it was also never inteded to be a factory of hate.  Rather, we read in the Christian scriptures that God chose the church to bless the rest of the world.  The church exists to love people; to provide help and support in difficult situations and to party together when there is something to celebrate; to offer justice to those who exist on the margins of society.  Ultimately, we hope to proclaim that God loves the world and wants to make everything new and right through Jesus.

Finally, we encounter a living God.  In a city like Amsterdam, where there is such an emerging spirituality and questioning of deeper reality, the Christian story needs to be told again.  It is the story of a God who is not only spiritual and powerful, but also personal and compassionate.  It is the story of a God who desires to give you purpose and hope.  It is in the church, where that story is told and retold again – through song, symbolism, scripture, and even through the everyday living of life – that you can find your place in the whole thing.  In the midst of hearing the story and taking part in it, we encounter and interract with God.

I think Augustine got it right all those years ago: the church is a mother.  Motherhood is a beautiful picture of self-sacrifice.  In the same way the church doesn’t exist for itself, but for others.  She draws us into family, teaches love and compassion, and points us to our ultimate purpose.  That is why Vineyard Amsterdam exists.  We hope to be one of many different wonderful expressions of church here in this amazing city.