Today we had a pee-wee baseball game with my seven-year-old son’s team. I’m the manager. My four-year-old son tags along (he even wears baseball pants). After the game, the three of us Opderbeck men went to McDonald’s. Sitting there with my boys, watching them devour their McNuggets and joke around with each other, it struck me that this is it. This is one of those moments that you want to bottle up for a rainy day. “Sons are a reward from the LORD, children a heritage from him.” (Psalm 127:3). Amen!
Jury Duty
Today I was called for jury duty. It was an interesting exercise in applied civics — and may continue to be, as I haven’t yet been excused from service.
When you observe the judicial system from “the inside,” you realize what a human process it is. Politicians, pundits, and political preachers like to rail about “activist judges,” filibusters, and such, as though justice ordinarily is meted out on ideological grounds. It isn’t. Usually, facts in court are judged by ordinary folks like you and me, sitting on juries in the dusty, stuffy courtrooms of our towns and counties.
The “big” issues are important — qualified judges shouldn’t be kept off the bench because of political grandstanding, as is happening in Congress now — but they aren’t nearly as important as ensuring that everyday citizens have the educational and moral grounding needed to judge their peers fairly and correctly. Those of us who are concerned with broader concepts of justice should spend 99% of our efforts on these “individual” concerns and a far smaller percentage of our energy on flashy filibuster rallies and overblown fundraising rhetoric about a supposedly “out of control” judiciary. We are the judges, and the finger of blame about “doing justice, loving mercy, and walking humbly with [our] God” points squarely at us.
EO Blog Symposium Award
I’m quite pleased to announce that my post Judeo Christian Morality, a Pluralistic Society, and the Courts was chosen for an award in the Evangelical Outpost Blog Symposium.
I re-read C.S. Lewis’ Narnia Chronicles every few years. There’s something about Lewis’ portrayal of Christ in the Lion, Aslan, that rings truer than any other description save those in the Bible itself. The same is true of Lewis’ dramatization of how Christ relates to us, either as people of faith or of unbelief. There’s a triumphant scene in “The Last Battle,” for example, in which Aslan leaps joyously from one hilltop to the next, leading his followers deeper and deeper into his new creation with shouts of “further up and farther in!” Aslan’s subjects experience the new creation as more “real” than the England and Narnia they’ve recently departed, and realize that they’ve been longing for this country all their lives. When I read this scene I experience those very pangs of longing for that brighter country, along with the thrill of realizing Christ’s love, broader and deeper than I can comprehend, longs even more deeply to fellowship with me in that country.
If, like me, you’re a fan of Narnia — or of any of Lewis’ work — you’ll relish Wayne Martindale’s wonderful volume, “C.S. Lewis on Heaven and Hell — Beyond the Shadowlands.” Martindale serves as an experienced and loving guide to the landscapes Lewis painted of heaven and hell, primarily in fiction such as the Narnia and Perelandra books and the allegorical Great Divorce and Screwtape Letters.
My father told me a story yesterday I’d never heard before about my grandfather. In the early 1930’s, my grandfather was a 19-year-old German with no money, no prospects, and an abusive father. Rather than feeling sorry for himself, he decided to leave for America. This much I already knew.
At that time, immigrants from Europe were required to have sponsorship and at least $70. My grandfather had connections in a small German Bretheren church in New Jersey, and had saved just enough cash to buy a steerage ticket on a steamer bound for New York, with $70 left over. Like so many other poor Europeans, he boarded the ship and ventured towards the new world.
During the voyage, however, he lost $5 or so in a card game. On arrival at Ellis Island, he was a bit short of the required $70. This could have meant a one-way return trip to Germany — in which case he never would have met my grandmother in that New Jersey church, and my father, me, and my children would never have been born.
The story didn’t end there, of course. My grandfather changed his German money for dollars and asked for the exchnage entirely in one dollar bills, which he rolled in a wad. When the immigration clerk at Ellis Island asked for evidence that my grandfather possessed the required $70, he flashed the wad of sixty-five singles. The clerk, probably too tired, busy, or just lazy to count the singles, waved my grandfather into America.
And so, I owe my life to an unnamed civil servant at Ellis Island who neglected his duty to count grandpa’s money.
Spiritual Perils of Blogging
While I’m on vacation in Florida, I’ll recycle a few old posts. Here’s one of my posts in my “Spiritual Perils of Blogging” series:
This is the second in my “Spiritual Perils of Bogging” series. Today I focus on Envy.
Envy is a danger inherent in any “public” work. As an academic, for example, publication is the coin of the realm. All academics compete for space in the presigious journals within their fields. It can be extraordinarily difficult to appreciate the work of other academics without thinking “why should he have gotten this great article placement — I could have done it better.” Sometimes there’s a temptation to criticize and discredit others out of envy. This is particularly the case early in an academic career when life is “publish or perish.”
The same dynamic can apply, I think, in the blogsphere. I know I’ve thought many times, “why does so-and-so get all that traffic? He doesn’t say anything remarkable. I should be the guy mentioned in Hugh Hewitt’s book, not him.” The motivation for maintaining and promoting a blog can become more to compete than to participate in a conversation.
Most of us in the “tail” of the faith-based blogsphere will need to make peace with the fact that we will never get to the fat part of the traffic curve. Maybe sometimes we “tail-ers” will have more of substance to say than the “big guys,” but our responsibility is to keep saying it as well as we can and to make it available as best we can. If God has plans to expand the influence of my little blog He’ll accomplish them, and if He doesn’t, I’ll try to be faithful to whatever His purposes might be.
For those of us who name Christ as Lord, our blogs, like anything else, are His to use as He sees fit. There’s no place, then, for any of us to envy the “success” of other bloggers. “Success,” after all, shouldn’t be counted in page hits, unique visits, or Instapundit mentions, but in faithfulness.
Today in Florida
On vacation in Florida….


Uh, ok…

Does he look hungry?
Quote of the Day
Conductor over the intercom: “Attention passengers. Now arriving at our final stop, New York Penn Station. After this stop, this train will proceed to the railway terminal in Sunnyside, Queens for servicing. You do not want to spend your day in Sunnyside, Queens.”
Pictures of the Day

The arrow points to my buddy’s golf ball on a par 3. Below the ball is a pond. A few feet up the slope is the green. Does anyone have a “rock wedge?”

The cart path along the first hole at Black Bear, winding into a new season. (No, I will not tell my score for this round. First time out and all…)

New York sightseeing. Hey buddy, move it!
Through the Looking Glass today:
Maiken Hansen reveals the true origins of the peace sign. Wow, this brings back memories of youth group! I hope Maiken tackles backward masking and subliminal messages next!
David Wayne on Sodom: a balanced and thoughtful discourse on God’s judgment of individual nations and Christian political activity.
Jeremy Pierce has a thoughtful and balanced discussion of how Christians responded to the Schiavo case.