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Monday, February 26, 2007



My grandparents at their wedding, 1957.

Isn't that CRAZY?!


Saturday, February 17, 2007

Ugh.

Scratch that sappy shit.
Life is better than death.


Spring in Oh-Five

It was Spring in oh-five
and I was SO alive
you and I were so wrapped up
in each other we nosedived
into love
forgot about our chains and the limits
and the restrictions and the practicalities
the sky was the limit
we were through with being timid
Spring in oh-five
you and I were on the rise
with our new guitars our
melodies and the twinkle
in our eyes when we'd look into
each other's eyes
and sing to each other
little hints; little lullabies
I never knew we would be here
two years later
I never thought it could hurt so much
confuse me so much; I thought
the deepest love I ever felt
could never be touched
or questioned
by myself
or by you.
It was Spring in oh-five
March to be exact
I still remember the silent confession
there was no need for mention
the tension hung sober in the air
like an explosion waiting for eruption
into ten million twinkling stars
or pretty little animated characters
like the sketches you drew
on corners of composition notebooks
wide-ruled
in between bars and riffs
and witty phrases
All I wanted to do was tell you
but looking at you told me you knew
already
I remember how we'd embrace
in the driveway without saying a word
just making assumptions
this was what friends do
all in all we never knew
what to expect of our future given
that deep inside
we knew our love would succeed
if we overcame time
first before the landslide
if we overcame ourselves
first before the nose dive. 
I never knew I would be here
two years later
I never thought it could be such a wonder
how a love so innocent
became so laden with fear
and regret, bitterness that our
love is trying so hard to patch
because above all our love
is struggling to reach through
the complicated weaves we've built through
all these years of unsaid guilt
I wish we'd said those things
but I think I preferred ignorance first
and that was where
my love could not save me.
I wish I knew the road didn't end here
in fact, I KNOW the road doesn't end here
I just don't know if the road
continues or diverges
or if they meet again
or if there is no way out; or what?
I just don't want to accept
that the love we began
in Spring oh-five
is really over
 is it really over?
And if it is, is there something better?
Does God keep something better in store?
I want to hope.
Because if Spring in oh-five really lived its time
I would like to think version two point-oh
will be better in Spring oh-seven
and I'm looking to the future
because it hurts to obsess over the past
because I am not
there anymore; I am someone different
someone you might prefer
more
someone who wouldn't fail you like she did
before
I hope Spring in oh-seven
I can prove myself to myself
and I'm thinking maybe
just maybe
I will prove myself to you
along the way.


Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Powerful Words

Tony Dungy, Coach of the Indianapolis Colts
(Speech given at the Athletes in Action NFL Super Bowl breakfast)

I'm going to illustrate three things that I've learned about the Lord, and I'm going to use my boys to illustrate that. I'm going to start with my middle son, Eric. He's 14 years old, and if you watch a lot of football, you've probably seen him on the sidelines of Colts games. He looks more like me than my other two boys do. As a matter of fact, he looks so much like me, when I look at him I see myself at 14, and I see a lot of the same things. Eric is very, very competitive -- ultra competitive. He is focused on sports to where it's almost a problem. He's super-emotional to where it's almost scary.

Now, those of you that see me now would say, "Wait a minute, that doesn't sound a lot like you," but it was me at 14. I grew up not too far from here in Jackson, Michigan, and there are some people in this room that knew me when I was 14 years old. So when I look at Eric now at 14, and I look at myself, that's one of the things I know about God. I know how powerful His Spirit is; I know that He can change people; and I know that He'll do that if we allow Him to, and I really believe He's going to do that with Eric as he grows.

The second way I've seen God's hands at work is through our youngest son, Jordan. He's five years old. Jordan was born with a rare, very, very rare neurological condition. It's called congenital insensitivity to pain. There's only two or three cases in the whole United States. It's a little more prevalent in other countries, but there's only been about three diagnosed in the United States, and basically what happens, he is missing the conductors that allow the nerve signals to go from his body to his brain. And that sounds like it's good at the beginning, but, I promise you, it's not.

We've learned a lot about pain in the last five years since we've had Jordan, and we've learned that some hurts are really necessary for kids. Pain is necessary, really, for kids to find out the difference between what's good and what's harmful. Jordan loves cookies, but in his mind, if they're good out on the plate, they're even better in the oven, and so he will go right in the oven, if my wife's not looking, when she's baking them, reach in, take the rack out, take the pan out, burn his hands, okay, eat the cookie that's too hot, burn his tongue and never feel it. And he doesn't know that that's bad for him.

When we got to the park, he'll go on the slide, and all kids know it's fun to go up the slide and slide down, and he has fun doing that, too. To him, it's just as much fun jumping off from the top. He has no fear of anything, so we constantly have to watch him.

We've also learned that pain actually helps the body heal -- something I didn't know until talking with the doctors, that you get an injury, your brain senses there is pain there, and it sends the right healing agents naturally to that spot because it sense something is wrong. Without that sensation of feeling something is wrong, Jordan's body doesn't send those healing agents and, consequently, he's got cuts from June and July that haven't healed yet.

So that's what we've seen and, really, why does the Lord allow pain in your life? Why do bad things happen to good people? If God is a God of love, why does He allow these hurtful things to happen?

Well, we've learned that, a lot of times, because of that pain, that little temporary pain, you learn what's harmful; you learn to fear the right things. Pain sometimes lets us know we've got a condition that needs to be healed, and pain inside sometimes lets us know that spiritually we're not quite right, and we need to be healed, and God will send that healing agent right to the spot. And sometimes pain is the only way that will turn us, as kids, back to the Father. So we've learned a lot about that.

But I think the most important lesson that I've learned about the Lord, I learned from my oldest son, James. As you heard, James would have been 19, but he died right before Christmas.

James was a Christian, and he was, by far, the most sensitive, the most compassionate, of all our boys -- very, very compassionate, very sensitive. As most teenage boys today, James was getting a lot of messages from the world that maybe that's not the way to be, and you've all seen them on TV, in the movies, the music they listen to, the magazines that they are able to read, and you get those conflicting signals and mixed signals.

And he was struggling very much with how you should respond to the world, and he ended up taking his life right before Christmas, and it was tough. It was very, very painful. But as painful as it was, there were some good things that came out of it.

When I was at the funeral, I talked about one of my biggest regrets, and it goes right along with the last thing that Bart just shared. James was home for Thanksgiving and was leaving, going back to school and going back to work, and just the normal process. You don't think about it. I said, "Hey, I'll see you later." My daughter took him to the airport, we just exchanged, "See you later," and that was the last time I saw him."

I talked to him on the phone a lot but never saw him again, and I shared at the funeral that my biggest regret was that I didn't give him a big hug the very last time I saw him.

I met a guy the next day after the funeral, and he said, "You know, I was there, I heard you talking, I took off work today. I called my son, and I said, "I'm going to take you to the movies, and we're going to spend some time and go to dinner." That was a real, real blessing to me. I've gotten a lot of letters like that from people who have heard what I said and said, "Hey, you brought me a little closer to my son," or "a little closer to my daughter," and that is a tremendous blessing.

We are able to donate some of James's organs to Organ Donors Program; got a letter back about two weeks ago that two people had received his corneas and now can see.

[applause]

That has been a tremendous blessing. I had the privilege of talking to a young man who is James's age who was going through some struggles; didn't know if he could make it, and we talked for about a week, and his voice just didn't sound good, but every day it sounded a little bit better and better, and about 10 days later he called me back and asked me how I was doing, and I could just feel in his voice he was doing better, and he was going to make it, and that was a tremendous blessing.

I got a letter from a girl in our church who had grown up with James, and she said, "You know, we've been going to the same church in Tampa for all these years. I sat there in church every Sunday but never really knowing if there was a God or not. I came to the funeral because I knew James. When I saw what happened at the funeral, and your family and the celebration and how it was handled, that was the first time I realized there has to be a God, and I accepted Christ into my life, and my life's been different since that day."

[applause]

And that was an awesome blessing. So all those things have kind of made me realize what God's love is all about. But here, the biggest part of that, I know in my heart that James's death has affected many people and benefited many people, and that makes me feel better, but I also know this -- if God had had a conversation with me and said, "I can help some people see; I can heal some relationships; I can save some people's lives; I can give some people eternal life, but I have to take your son to do it, you make the choice." I know how I would have answered that. I would have said, "No, I'm sorry. As great as all that is, I don't want to do that."

And that's the awesome thing about God. He had that choice, and He said, "Yes, I'm going to do it" 2,000 years ago with His Son, Jesus, on the cross. And because He said yes, because He made the choice that I wouldn't make as a parent, that's paved the way for us to come back into relationship with Him. That's paved the way for us to see changed lives like Curtis's. That's let us know with certainty that we can live in heaven. That's the benefit I got by accepting Christ into my heart; that's the benefit James got.

I went back to work one week after my son died. I had a lot of media people, a lot of sportswriters, a lot of fans ask me, "How could you get back to work so quick after something like that? How have you recovered so quickly?" And I'm not totally recovered. I don't know if I ever will be. It's still very, very painful. But I was able to come back because of something one of my good Christian friends said to me after the funeral. He said this, "You know, James accepted Christ into his heart, so you know he's in heaven, right?" I said, "Right, I know that." So with all you know about heaven, if you had the power to bring him back right now, would you?" And when I thought about that, I said, "No, I wouldn't. I would not want him back with what I know about heaven."

That's what helped me through the grieving process -- because of Christ's Spirit in me, I had that confidence that James is there at peace with the Lord, and I have the peace of mind in the midst of something that's very, very painful. And that's my prayer today -- that everyone in this room would know that same thing.


Tuesday, January 30, 2007

A story from someone I met while playing for praise band.

Life is like wading in a sea.  You walk deeper and deeper, until the salty water comes up above your hips.  When the tide rises, you feel the push and pull beneath you and dig your feet deeper into the sand.  The further you get in, the harder the tide fights, the deeper you must force yourself to stay on solid ground.  Everything above you feels like it's going to give.  But as long as you are nestled on your foundation, you won't lose ground.  You'll stay where you are.  You'll stay alive.



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