Baseball lost one of its giants this week. Bobby Cox—Hall of Famer, fourteen consecutive division titles, one World Series ring, and. . . 162 ejections—died Saturday at the age of eighty-four. Tributes poured in from players, coaches, and fans across the sport. But it was a single line from one ESPN commentator that caught my attention.
"I can absolutely see Bobby Cox kicking dirt on St. Peter, arguing his way through those pearly gates."
It's the kind of line that makes you laugh and then makes you think.
Because most of us are more like Bobby Cox than we want to admit. We argue the calls. We contest the rulings. We go back to the plate, kick the dirt, get in someone's face, and dare them to toss us. We do it with bosses, with doctors, with circumstances, with fate, and if we are honest, we do it with God.
In the Bible, we read how Job did the same thing. For thirty-seven chapters, he built his case against heaven. He was not wrong to grieve. He was not wrong to cry out. But somewhere along the way, the grief became a lawsuit. And Job wanted his day in court.
What Would Jesus Post? is a new series launching this week. These will be summer sermons that take the week's headlines and ask what the eternal Word has to say about them. We begin where Bobby Cox's story ends: at the place where every argument runs out of breath, where every human being finally stands before the One who makes the calls that will not be overturned.
We will see you there!