I luvs my Monster Jam!! The speed. The power. The high flyin’. The car crushin’. The back flips! Love it, love it, love it!
There’s a few drivers in particular I follow, one of which is a guy named John Seasock. For years he drove a truck named Batman and lately he’s been driving as part of the team for A.A.P.’s Grinder. One of the main reasons I like Seasock is that he’s just such an open, friendly and genuine guy. If there’s a Monster Jam event at local schools; if there’s a gathering for kids with special needs; if there’s audience participation events at Monster Jam shows, John Seasock is right in the thick of it.
Why do I care if this guy’s a Christ follower? What difference does it make?
I really had to stop for a moment and check my motives. Did I want to claim one for the “team”? Did I want to find a reason to justify all his good deeds under the banner of religious righteousness? As if I could point up his charitable work to the rest of the world and say, “See? Now HERE’S a Christian! You can just tell by his works!”
Actually the more I thought about it, the more it dawned on me that, as I watch how good, how genuine, he is with fans–especially the kids and those with special needs; as I see how much he’s into charitable work and giving back to the community; I simply want to know . . . what it is he’s got. What it is that makes him the kind of man he is, that gives him the drive to do the things he does. And how do I get it?
It’s the same thing that should be the “make-up” and “drive” for everyone who claims to be a Christian. It’s the intangible “thing” that we should be doing, should be being, that makes other people look at us and go, “Why do they do the things they do? (in a good way) What is it they’ve got? And, how do I get that?”
That’s why I wanted to see if John Seasock was a Christian. I wanted to see if that “thing” he had was his faith. I wanted to see if that faith he had was something that I too could have, or maybe had; could aspire to; something that I could grasp onto, a common thread between us, to be more like him.
Then it hit me . . .
It doesn’t matter if John Seasock is a Christian or not.
I still want to be like him.
The kindness. The outgoing-ness to complete strangers. The familiarity. The acts of giving back. The acts of charity. The simple fact that what he does, who he is, makes you like him. Makes you wonder what it is he’s “got”.
Even after all the research, I still have no idea what beliefs Seasock has, if any at all. To me, it doesn’t matter.
I still want to be like him.
He’s a living example of what humanity can be; what Christians certainly should be: selfless, kind, gentle, genuine and a good example to emulate.
Does he have his faults? Absolutely. As I read in a recent interview, he says, ” I’m by no means a saint but I have my religious beliefs…”
Me too, Mr. Seasock. Me too.
And I’d bet that if more Christ followers would drop the facade of perfection; of self-righteousness; of “better-than”; to be a little less saintly and a little more real, a little more personally involved . . . it would be a lot easier to be the light, the salt, the hands and feet of the church; feeding the appetites and minds and souls of those in need. Perhaps gaining the most important thing . . . permission to speak into the lives of those we encounter; interest from those who will wonder what it is we have; and desire in knowing how they too can get it.
It’s amazing what you can learn watching big ol’ trucks crush cars and jump dirt piles. Not to mention its just a heckuva rush!
And if you see him, tell John Seasock I said, “hi.”