Give the ball to Lyndie

 Cowboys RB 'controversy' has simple solution: give DeMarco the ball

http://www.dallasnews.com/sports/dallas-cowboys/headlines/20111116-george-cowboys-rb-controversy-has-simple-solution-give-demarco-the-ball.ece

This was an article headline in today’s morning news by Brandon George. George believes regardless of who starts, if the Cowboys want to win, DeMarco should have the bulk of carries based on his performance. 

What an awesome responsibility.  But, I remember the years when we won, there was always that player, who trusted, if we could just get the ball into his hands...

For a moment, I had a glimpse into heaven and a wondered whom did Jesus see as his go to guy at this time? What would it mean, if it were me?

My ‘fall’ of Steven James

I’ve dubbed this season of my life, the ‘fall’ of Steven James. I took several workshops recently taught by Steven and sat a couple of times at his table during meals. I’ve read a few of his many books now.  Story, one of his non-fiction books, touched my heart and gave me some new insights into my faith. I’ve now read 4 of his 5 Patrick Bowers novels, The Pawn, The Rook, The Knight and The Bishop. Steven’s craft continues to grow with each book. 

In these psychological thrillers, Patrick Bowers is an FBI agent is a recent widower, who is trying to balance a stressful career and learning to parent his teenage step-daughter, Tessa. He seems to be targeted by the most evil of criminals and in constant trouble with his supervisors, step-daughter and girlfriends. Confronted daily with evil, he has a growing awareness of the evil in him in his response to the villains. Tessa is exposed to this evil sometimes outright, sometimes in a secondary manner. Both Tessa and Patrick, in their own ways, are slowly coming to understand how evil dominates this world and the consequences for them.

The pace of the books is fast. The characters and plots are compelling, and the symbolism is subtle but powerful. I particularly like the symbolism of the bishop chess piece in The Bishop.

Having spent the classroom time with Steven recently, I have to confess that his persona became Patrick Bowers for me. 

I have to take a short James respite to read a book by another friend of mine as an early influencer. I can’t wait to start The Queen and find out what’s next for Patrick and Tessa.   

Dee Neathery Corkins- A special friend I lost this weekend

I lost my closest college friend, Dee, this weekend to cancer. Her passing has left me forlorn. We had one of those wonderful friendships that regardless of the time we were away from each other, we were able to connect as if no time had passed. 

In college, we spent many hours talking about the books we loved. She went to see ‘Butterflies Are Free” with me. I went with her to “Hair”. I drove us to heavy rock concerts, she came with me to see Ferrante and Teicher. And movies, we saw so many movies.  In a time before VCR’s, college auditoriums, on the weekends ,were turned into movie theaters and the admission was a dollar. On Thursdays, the Daily Texas would have the ads for the on and off campus movies. We would carefully plan our weekend. Our record was 5 movies in a row at 5 different locations. Together, we discovered Fellini, Woody Allen, The Marx’s Brothers and well, life. Connecting hearts, who at least in the beginning and maybe always, drew strength from each other to charge into the adult world. 

A couple of years out of college, she married Doug, this wonderful guy from Vermont. The ceremony was here in Texas. I was both Maid of Honor and Best Man. It was the first wedding where I was promoted from cake cutter to bridesmaid. 

While they experimented with living in Texas, they came to my brother’s wedding. Dee and I took Doug to his first UT football game. 

She moved to Vermont and I stayed in Texas.  I saw Vermont in the summer, fall, and winter and I love being connected to Vermont. When Howard Dean come into national scene, I could close my eyes and think of Doug and Dean became a real person rather than a flat image on the screen. 

Once, they picked me up in Montreal and took me to my first NHL hockey game. I learned about Hockey night in Canada. We skied, both downhill and cross -country. When I buy apples and strawberries, I think of the times we went to the apple orchard and strawberry farm to pick our own fruit. Once, Dee and I drove to Maine and ate our first lobster in the shell on the harbor coast, 

I drove to Huntsville a couple of times to see them when they were here visiting Dee’s family.  I loved watching her girls grow up in the photos she sent me. I still remember  being so aware at Dee’s parents 50th anniversary how much Caitlin looked like the 18 year old Dee I first met. 

Dee made me a quilt that I still use and cherish. 

 In the last 10 years or so, Dee and Doug worked hard to be able to travel the world, a life long dream of hers.  

During the 41 years of our friendship, we were apart more than we were together. Yet, there was something so sweet in knowing there was someone out there who knew and loved the real me. Now, she is gone from this world. 

We learned of her cancer about a year ago.  This summer, we knew the chemo hadn’t worked. With my parents’ health this year, I wasn’t able to make the trip to see her. Her 3 adult daughters were able to come home in October. She wan’t alone at the end, but there is this tugging in my heart that I should have done more. 

My special friend will be missed.  

Dee Neathery Corkins

The Power of Words

November 9, 1989 the gates to East Germany were opened allowing free travel and commerce between East and West Germany. 

We’ll probably never know if the wall came down because President Reagan challenged the communists leaders with these four words, “Tear down this wall.”

We know he said them. He said out loud in public. Words the whole world had thought  for decades, but never spoken, and twenty-nine months later the wall came down. 

Maybe it was that simple. 

One Sunday morning, when we studying Acts, one of my fifth graders said to me, “Peter couldn’t have said just these words, “Repent and be baptized” and have 3,000 people respond. But that is pretty much what we are told. 

A different four words which eternal freedom. 

How will you use your words today? 

Don’t you love this country?

In 2000 on November 8th, Florida began the statewide recount of the 2000 presidential election. We learned ‘chad’ wasn’t just a guy’s name. And we waited patiently for a month to learn who would be our next president. It was all so, well, civilized.

This is particularly true as we have watched the cost of leadership changes in other countries this year. 

It is why we Americans love football. It is very civilized. When the play starts we stand,  yelling our heads off. Then the referee blows the whistle, we sit down for the time-out and return to civility, even politely passing the coke to opponent’s team fan sitting next to us. 

It reminds me of the October weekend in the late 80’s - early 90’s when a mid-eastern man stayed in a downtown Dallas hotel. In the middle of the night he was awaken by loud noised from the street below. From his experience, it sound like a political riot. He stayed away from the windows in terror. In the morning, he called the front desk asking if there had been a revolution. The clerk thought for a second, and laughed, “no that was just Texas-OU weekend.” The man said, “what?” “You know, college football fans.” 

This concept of civility we live under is pretty amazing when you think of it. There has been nothing like it in history. You could say that more than anything we value ‘The Golden Rule’ (Matthew 7:12.) Actually, a form of this rule is a part of every major world religion. 

In my home town, the local Rotary club's flag program has flags flying all over the community this week. They are a great reminder to never take our land for granted. 

What a great day in history for women! Nov 9, 2011

1893 Passage of a referendum made Colorado the first state to grant women the right to vote. 

1911 Marie Curie became the first multiple Nobel Prize winner when she was given the award for chemistry eight years after                              garnering the physics prize with her late husband, Pierre. (She remains the only woman with multiple Nobels and the only                       person to receive the award in two science categories.)

1916 Republican Jeanette Rankin of Montana became the first woman elected to Congress.

2000 Hillary Rodham Clinton was elected to the U.S. Senate from New York, becoming the first first lady to win public office. 

In Christian music, there is a great line, ‘may all who come behind us find us faithful.’ It is applicable to us as women. We can never take for granted the liberties we enjoy won for us by courageous and persistent women.

The question is, where will we take womanhood in our generation?

November 1, 2011 11:42 PM

Driving towards Amarillo this afternoon, I watched the most amazing sunset. The wide Texas a panorama view. The sunlight was fading into a soft palette of color. Where the sun couldn't reach on the horizon was dark blue, not black. The day's sky was a crystal blue. High in they daylight sky, juxtaposed to the flocks of birds flying low, were several jet streams streaking across the sky. Just as darkness covered my journey deer were grazing on the side of the highway.

I can't recall ever being so aware of twilight. In my hotel room I looked up the dictionary definition of twilight. What I experienced was straight off the page, (screen in this instance,) these beautiful colors at the end of a successful day.

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