Move Across

The literal translation of "transmission" keeps me thinking about its meaning. The thought has really inspired me since I've chosen the name for my blog. Last night I 'moved across' a line that I found out rather quickly that I was not allowed to cross. I stepped onto the Texas Ranger's playing field by invitation from Brad Ziegler, a reliever for the Oakland Athletics, to have my picture made with him. Quickly a security guard headed my way saying "off the field!". Well, the picture was taken and the moment was tainted by the unexpected surprise command. Once I took my place in the stands with the great cloud of witnesses, I pondered the privilege of being able to enter the forbidden arena for the less talented. Other than the neice of Nomar Garciaparra and the lady who sang the National Anthem, I was the only undeserving in thousands to feel the red clay border of the field under my feet.

I know there are many who want to enter the "playing field" on which many of us participate. (I want to clarify quickly that none of us are on that field because of our ability.) However, the multitude wants to cross that partition called hopelessness. They want to 'move across' but are just not sure how make that move. Burdens like disease, relationships, finances, etc. have many looking for relief in solid answers that just turn out to be vaporous or worse-addictive.

When I took my seat in the stadium, a Bob Uecker quote came to me. You probably know the one: "Good seats ey buddy?". Really, they were great seats. I took in the view with my life-long friend Mike Williams and tried to soak in the experience. I called my wife and girls, I twittered, answered texts, even some from Greg Ziegler who is the father of Brad. I wanted to share with everyone I could what 'I was doing now'. Isn't that the social networking trend now? When I realized that they only way I was able to get inside the confines of the fence was...I was invited to move across. Brad Ziegler was gracious enough to spend the time to 'move across' into the area of distraction, even when he's scheduled to pitch. It was the scene of two lives coming in contact and with the invitation, I was more than glad to enter his realm. On his part, he made himself vulnerable to open up the gate and let me on the field to the scruitny of security and the knowlege he had another important task at hand.

I translated the events of the night, made the application and was anxious to pen the experience for my good and hopefully yours. There are many who would like to move across into our realm, but we see the task at hand with no room for any additional distractions on our field of play. Believe it or not, today you'll see someone who wants your autograph. Sign God's name and not yours.