You Can Ask For The World - People Might Just Say YES!

A big part of law enforcement training focuses on the rights of individuals. The right of unreasonable search and seizure, the right to remain silent, when we can detain, when we can arrest and so on. There are always new laws and court decisions that redefine what probable cause means, what constitutes a waiver of rights or when a search warrant is necessary. It can be a challenge for a street cop to keep all of this in mind when standing on a street corner at two in the morning, trying to figure out the legal basis to search a suspected drug dealer in a high crime area. For every law or court decision there are always exceptions. The big exception is to get permission. I tell new officers all the time: "You can ask for the world, people can say 'no'."

I have made more arrests than I can count asking (and getting) permission to search a jacket or a car or a motel room. In fact, I am still amazed that a suspect with a pocket full of dope would give me permission to search. I always ask the question, "Why did you let me search you when you knew you had drugs?" The response: "I didn't think you would do it."

As Christians, we have a training manual for living out our faith. In the Book of Matthew, Chapter 7: 7-8, Jesus says, "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; and to him who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened." This is the reverse of a crime fighting strategy. Ask, seek and knock for the Glory of God - Not to search and arrest!

This past summer, my family and I traveled to Big Bear, California to visit a niece and her husband. We arrived on a Saturday for a four day visit. The couple live in a beautiful home (10,000 square feet!). The property is enormous. It was our first visit and I was amazed that when we drove into Big Bear, I could see the house from across the valley! They have five dogs, three horses, two chickens, a cat and who knows how many rabbits. They also rent a room to man named Kenny. 

Kenny is one cool dude. He is tall, skinny, soft spoken and sports a long, white beard. Not Santa Claus style but rock star style. Kenny was a long haul truck driver and got sidelined by a stroke that took part of his vision. He was from the south, but somehow ended up in Big Bear, living on a couch in a trailer. He responded to an ad for a roommate from my niece and now gets room and board in exchange for working on the property and helping out around the house. I enjoyed meeting Kenny. We talked about his life and his adventures on the road.

After dinner we made plans for our visit. My niece told us that they started attending a neighborhood church and invited us to go along. Margie and I thought it would be great and I turned to Kenny and asked, "You want to go to church with us to?"

"Sure." Kenny replied back.

My niece jumped into the conversation saying, "You never went with us before!"

Kenny looked back and said, "You never asked me."

Turns out that Kenny had not been to church in decades. He was concerned that lighting would strike as soon as he walked in the door. I told him not to worry, with his long, white beard, I would introduce him as Moses and tell the congregation that he would part Big Bear Lake after services. We shared a good laugh.

I sat next to Kenny at church the next day. Watching from the corner of my eye, I was blessed to see him pray and sing. When church was over, I asked him what he thought. He said it was great and continues to attend today. 

I did not have to ask for the world, I asked if he wanted to go to church. Kenny said yes. 

I Do

Last Saturday, I had the honor of performing my first wedding ceremony. The cop story is that it was for a police sergeant (Marty) and his wife (Maribel). The journey to the altar began when Marty told me a few months ago that the person they wanted to officiate their ceremony was not available. I told Marty that I would be happy to perform the wedding. Marty and Maribel thought it would be a great idea. A few weeks ago, I took the oath to be a Deputy Commissioner for one day and one purpose. What follows are the words I shared with the couple. It was a blessing to be part of such a wonderful event. It is also amazing to me how God brings us to moments when we can testify of His love for us and how it is reflected in our lives. All the best to Marty and Maribel!!!

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The Song of Songs is an Old Testament book that is a poem about the love between a man and a woman: He says, “How beautiful you are my darling! Oh how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.” She says, “How handsome you are my beloved! Oh how charming!” and later it reads, “My beloved spoke and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See! The winter is past and the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth and the season of singing has come.’”

In the Book of John, Jesus performed his first miracle when he was at a wedding where he turned water to wine. It is significant that Jesus’ first miracle was at a wedding. The Bible says that the marriage of a man and a woman is a reflection of the relationship between Jesus Christ and the Church. Jesus died on the cross to reconcile God and man. Likewise, the vows you have taken signify that you are dying to yourselves to join together as one. Together, you are complete as a husband and wife. Your marriage is a testimony to the world of a love that surpasses all understanding.

Your foundation is love. It is not a feeling, it is a commitment. The miracle that Jesus performed at the wedding 2,000 years ago signified a new beginning. The same is true for you. Life as you know it, is changed. You are both called to serve one another selflessly. The definition of love is found in 1 Corinthians, Chapter 13:1-8

"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails."

My charge to you is to love one another unconditionally. It does not matter how right or wrong, rational or irrational, if it makes sense or not. As husband and wife, you are called to stand by each other forever. 

Love is forgiveness. How many times do you have to forgive? Jesus was asked that question. Peter guessed seven times. Jesus told him 70 times 7. Forgiveness is exponential, forgiveness is infinite.

Love is faith. Have faith in God to lead you and have faith in each other. Your call is to walk together as husband and wife, to hold each other up in times of adversity and to celebrate together in times of triumph.

You will face storms during your marriage. If you have faith, you will stand firm through the tough times. Jesus and the disciples were in a boat on the Sea of Galilee when a terrible storm began. The disciples panicked thinking they were going to drown. They turned to Jesus who, with a word, calmed the storm. Remember that the Holy Spirit dwells with you and even in times that you feel alone, God is with you. Your faith in Him and your faith in each other will see you through.

God gave to Adam the gift of Eve because it was not good for man to be alone. It is in the second chapter of Genesis that God calls the Man to leave his mother and father, unite with his wife and they became one flesh. In a moment, you will exchange rings. You will be joined together as one. Celebrate your new life. Have fun. Laugh. And grow old together. 

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The funny part of this story is that the word got around at the police department that I performed the wedding. On Monday, I was returning from lunch and a police officer said to me "Good Afternoon, Reverend! I was waiting all day to say that to you!" 

David versus Goliath

Proverbs 15:1, “A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.”

Psalm 37:30-31, “The mouths of the righteous utter wisdom, and their tongues speak what is just. The law of their God is in their hearts; their feet do not slip.”

The common bond of Christianity brings people together in ways that are not always expected. Christian fellowship can lead to moments of accountability and it happened to me in the middle of a strike. The encounter was one moment in my career as a police officer where I faced the real possibility of getting hurt standing up to a giant.

James was a mountain of a man. He stood at least 6’4” and was a solid 300 pounds. He was built like a football lineman. We were members of the same church and every week, James would stand at the top of the steps that led from the parking lot to the sanctuary. He greeted everyone with a handshake and a hug. His handshake was firm and powerful. You could feel his strength in his embrace. There are very few people that I felt physically intimidated by. James was one of them. James worked for the Teamsters.

We both served as elders together at our church. I was a Police Lieutenant. Labor versus management, but connected by faith in Christ. We knew each other well and I considered him a friend. One Sunday morning, James told me he would be up in Santa Barbara striking at a local lumber yard. I decided I would not be going to visit him since; after all, it was a labor dispute. That all changed on the second day of the protest.

At the time, I was the Public Information Officer at the Police Department. Each morning, I would read through all the police reports to determine what might be newsworthy or significant that the Police Chief should know about. On Tuesday, as I thumbed through the reports, I found an arrest report that listed James as a suspect. He was placed under a citizen’s arrest for challenging to fight. I was really irritated that a fellow believer would engage in ways that did not honor God. I was wearing a coat and tie and decided to drive to the protest to see if James was still behaving badly.

I arrived at the site and parked my car down the block from the protest. The dispute was directed at lumber company that was non-union. I walked up the sidewalk and standing on the other side of the driveway to the business was James with three or four fellow strikers. James was the leader of the protest. He saw me and made a big deal about knowing who I was. Employees of the lumber company stood nearby listening to our conversation. After a few minutes, I walked over to a lumber company manager and asked him how things were going. He said it was all fine with the exception of the “big guy” who would yell and swear at drivers leaving the yard. He pointed at James.

Things got quiet and I decided it was time to leave. I looked at the manager and told him, “If James gets out of hand again, remind him that he is an elder at his church.” What happened next surprised even me.

James’ fellow protesters began laughing and sang out, “Elder James, Elder James!” James was dumbfounded. I could see anger flash in his eyes and, without warning; he threw his picket sign to the ground and charged me at full sprint. I had nowhere to go. There was nothing I could do. At that moment, I was not afraid. I stood still and waited to be hit by a 300 pound monster. James grabbed me in a bear hug and carried me back ten feet before setting me back on the ground. He looked me straight the face and said, “Do you know what you just did to me?”

I looked back at him and said, “Yeah James, I just held you accountable.”

He paused for a moment, let me go and walked back to his group. We did not have any more problems for the rest of the protest.

No Greater Love

John 15:13, “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

Today marks the 10^th anniversary of the 9-11 attacks on the Untied States. I think about the people who entered burning towers to save others, the passengers who confronted hijackers with the battle cry of “Let’s roll,” and the survivors that lost husbands, wives, children and friends. I first learned about the attacks walking up the outside staircase to my office at the Santa Barbara Police Department after the first tower fell. I would later listen to 911 tapes of people trapped in the twin towers calling for help from public safety dispatchers. The dispatchers worked to keep them calm, knowing that there was no hope and the people who asked for a rescue would not survive.

Twenty years ago there was a similar, significant event in Santa Barbara. In this case, it was only two police officers, one lieutenant and a man with a gun. One life would end and another life one would begin. I found myself in the middle of both. It would be the first and only time in my career that the “No greater love” passage would ever be more real.

On January 11, 1991 at 2:18AM, my daughter, Stephanie, was born at Cottage Hospital. My wife, Marjorie, went into labor at 11:00PM and 3 hours and 18 minutes later gave birth to our first daughter. It was amazing. I held Stephanie and told her that I was going to take her to Disneyland. At 3:30AM, I kissed my wife goodbye and left to go home to get some sleep. I walked toward the exit and had a choice between a direct route to the parking lot or go through the Emergency Room and tell the staff that I was a Daddy. I chose to go to the Emergency Room.

I walked in the back door of the ER and standing in front of me was Officer Will. He wearing a suit. Now this made no sense. It was 3:30AM, Will wore a uniform and worked day watch in community outreach.

Will looked at me and said, “Tom got shot.”

I was confused. I did not understand his statement. I looked to my right and there lying on a trauma room gurney was my friend, Tom. He was lying on his side and two or three doctors were looking at his shoulder. Tom still had his uniform pants and shoes on.

I looked back at Will and said, “Where is the other guy?”

“He is in the next room.”

I would see that the lights were off and the shade was slightly pulled closed. He was dead.

I walked into the room and could see that he was shot at least two times. I walked out not really knowing what to do next. In the third room, two paramedics were looking through a bag and pulled out Tom’s uniform shirt. They were looking for bullet holes. They had no business doing that.

“Put that back! It’s evidence!” I ordered, standing there in shorts and a t-shirt.

The paramedics complied and I took the bag. Now what do I do? I am holding a bag of evidence from an officer involved shooting, my wife just gave birth to our first child, I have been up for 22 hours and I am standing in the middle on a hospital Emergency Room at 3:45AM. It was at that moment the Night Lieutenant walked into the ER.

“HI Lieutenant,” I said, “My wife just had a baby girl and these are Tom’s clothes.”

The Lieutenant said, “Hold on to them until you are relieved.” He walked off.

Now I am still holding a bag of evidence, I am still a new Dad, I am in shorts and a t-shirt and I am tired. I am also now on overtime.

After another 20 minutes or so, the Police Chief walked into the hospital. The Lieutenant met him and decided to take him outside to tell him what happened. The Lieutenant looked at me and said to go with him. This was weird. I was a two year rookie cop and the Lt. was going to include me in a brief with the Police Chief.

We walked outside to where the ambulances parked and the Lt. told the story. The suspect was running around the city shooting at people in a local liquor store. He was tracked to his apartment and the Lt. and two officers went to the place to try and arrest him. Officer Tom and his partner lined up on one side of the door, the Lieutenant on the other. The suspect came out shooting. Tom turned to run and got shot in the shoulder.

The Lieutenant said this, “I was not wearing my (bullet proof) vest and so I stepped away from the wall into the line of fire of the suspect. I figured I was going to get shot but I did not want to risk shooting the other officers in a cross fire.”

I was floored. He was willing to take a bullet to save his officers from further harm. It was the Lieutenant that shot and killed the suspect. The suspect never got off another shot.

Tom would fully recover. The Lieutenant would be honored a hero. After that night, he could do no wrong in my eyes. Two days later, Margie and I would take our baby daughter home.

These moments play out almost every day in the United States. Men and women in military and public safety service will go so far as to risk their lives for the people that would try to take them. Please pray for the people today. That God will dwell with them and keep them safe each day of their professional lives.

Romans 13:8-10 – “Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for whoever loves others has fulfilled the law. The commandments, ‘You shall not commit adultery,’ ‘You shall not murder,’ ‘You shall not steal,’ ‘You shall not covet,’ and whatever other command there may be, are summed up in this one command: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law."

The Litterbug

Matthew 25: 44-45  ‘‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’”

There is a homeless outreach ministry on the Monterey Peninsula called “Bags of Hope.” This is a grassroots effort designed to give food, support and encouragement to people who struggle with basic needs. More important, it creates the opportunity to make a friend, show compassion and share God’s love in a small way. Each plastic sandwich baggie holds a granola bar, a dollar bill, an invitation to a local church and a note that says the person giving the bag will pray for you. 

A few weeks ago I was driving back from lunch and pulled up to an intersection where homeless people stand to ask drivers for money. I saw a local homeless man holding his sign, looking for a handout. He was not in good health. He was bloated and it appeared that he was suffering the effects of long term drinking. He was dirty, weathered and looked hung over.

The light was red and I was stopped to wait for traffic. I was behind a white SUV and watched the man standing nearby. The light turned green and, as the SUV began to drive forward, the man made a quick move toward the car. I thought it was odd that the driver would wait for the light to turn green to give the guy a hand out. I glanced over to the car and was shocked to see a plastic sandwich baggie sail out of the passenger side window. The bag broke open as it cleared the window. The granola bar, the dollar bill, the invitation to church and the note saying “I will pray for you,” landed in the gutter and on the street. I had to wait for the man to pick the items up before I could drive forward.

I could not believe what I witnessed. I looked at the SUV and there on the back was a fish and cross sticker! How cool is that? Now I realize that there is always more to the story. Maybe the driver was a brain surgeon going to perform a life saving operation. Or perhaps, there was a family emergency requiring an immediate response. I followed the SUV around the corner to understand why a Bag of Hope was thrown like a Frisbee. The destination of the driver? The mall. Must have been one heck of a sale going on.

I should have written the driver a citation for littering.

Matthew 7 : 21-23 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you...”

Aviod CHAOS!!!

I hold myself to what I call the 10 Commandments of Leadership. They are the foundation of how I lead. They reflect my experiences serving as a supervisor (sergeant), manager (lieutenant) and executive (deputy chief). I test them against what happens in my daily activities, what I learn from others and my study of scripture. It is a blessing to discover how God's Word validates what are foundational elements to who I am as a leader in the police world.

This post is about the 1st commandment: Avoid CHAOS

What is CHAOS? An acronym that stands for "Chief Has Arrived On Scene."

Leading others requires that you get out of the way and let people do their job. Sometimes leaders do more to inhibit success rather than to facilitate it. CHAOS happens when I do not have faith in the people who work to accomplish the mission of the organization. As I read through the gospels, I see over and over where CHAOS was a stumbling block for those following Christ. In these cases, CHAOS stands for "Christian Has Arrived On Scene."

In Luke 8:22-25, Jesus and the disciples were traveling across the Sea of Galilee. Jesus was asleep in the boat when a squall blew across the lake and the apostles believed the boat was in danger of sinking. The men panicked and in their CHAOS woke up Jesus who rebuked the storm and then rebuked the disciples for their lack of faith.

Mark 17:14-20 describes a scene where a father came to Jesus to plead with Him to heal his son suffering from seizures. The disciples tried and failed to cast out a demon possessing the boy. Jesus healed the boy and cast out the demon. The disciples later asked why they were unsuccessful and Jesus said that it was because of their lack of faith.

If we have faith as a mustard seed, we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. We get off track when our focus is not on the path that Christ blazed for us but on what we can do to fix things or people. CHAOS. C.S.Lewis suggests that when we are off the path, it does not matter where we turned wrong but how to get back on track.

We avoid CHAOS by having faith in God and walking alongside other believers who journey with us. Our map is the Holy Bible, our trail head is the Cross and the path is made by the fellowship of believers who traveled before us.

Cop Eyes – Christ Eyes

Luke 11:34 - Your eye is the lamp of your body. When your eyes are healthy, your whole body also is full of light.

2 Corinthians 4:18 - So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

The police academy is a high stress experience. The goal is to prepare rookie police officers for the challenges of working the street. It is as demanding as military basic training. Each day I spent in my academy followed a common format: yelling, push-ups, marching, exercising, writing reports, taking tests. The four training officers assigned to our academy class were intimidating. Their uniforms were immaculate, they were in excellent physical condition and they intimidated the heck out of a bunch of twenty something police recruits, me included.

Every morning we lined up at the back of the building and marched in four ranks to the flag pole at the academy entrance where we would stand for inspection. On one particular day, there were four police cars spaced evenly at the front of the building. We stood at attention until the training officers walked out the front door and told us to stand at ease. We moved by rank to stand at one of the four police cars. The training officers split up and each stood in front of one of the cars.

Training Officer Williams walked to our group and without a word, jumped up onto the hood of the car. It was entirely unexpected and surprised everyone. He looked out at our group and said, “This…is a police car.”

We laughed. It was stating the obvious but what followed was not.

“Soon you will develop cop eyes.” I thought the guy was nuts. It seemed silly to me and it made no sense. A year later, I realized that what he told me was absolutely correct. I learned how to “see” criminal behavior. My ability to recognize the furtive movement of a hand, a glance away as I drove by in my patrol car or a sudden turning movement by a nervous driver all became part of what Officer Williams described as “cop eyes.”

More important than my “cop eyes” are my Christ eyes. They are nothing I can learn, nothing I will gain by years of experience; they are a gift from God through His grace. These eyes are shared by all believers. We see past the poor reflection of the world and discover the hope that is found through the Savior.