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This Week Only

Denver Seminary’s podcast this week features a 40-minute conversation with the pastors of the “4Amarillo” partnership of churches in downtown Amarillo, Texas. We were all so honored and blessed by Don Payne, who came to Amarillo¬† between Thanksgiving and Christmas to record the podcast. And we had a blast doing it.

I would encourage you to check it out. It’s only going to be on the Denver Seminary podcast page for the rest of this week. Even if you don’t have the 40-minutes to listen to it right now, at least download it, save it, and listen to it later.

On this podcast we talk about how our four friendships began (cheese enchiladas!) and then quickly evolved into our four churches committing to worship and serve together on an-going basis. We discuss the origin of the 4Amarillo logo and our first prayer meeting together. We tackle the issues that typically divide Christians and denominations and talk about how our churches and church leaders navigate those things. We’ve very specific about the things we do together: how we plan service projects and worship assemblies, why we swap pulpits and share resources. We talk about how good it is to serve together in the community, how important that is to our Christian witness, but how actually worshiping together in each other’s buildings is like a million times more effective. We also acknowledge the things we learn from each other’s churches and we emphasize, as always, that all we do is intended to point to our Lord Jesus who, as the Prince of Peace, is so much bigger than anything that might possibly divide us.

We’re also asked at the end to suggest a favorite Amarillo restaurant for anyone who might be visiting our city in the future. I am embarrassed by Howie’s suggestion. I am deeply appalled by Mark’s.

As for me being described on the Denver Seminary website and introduced on the podcast as “Reverend,” let me explain. When you hang out with three guys who have “Doctor” at the front of their names and then you’re publicly introduced by another guy who feels like he has to put something in front of your name, you wind up with “Reverend.” They feel sorry for me, I think.

I hope the podcast encourages you and inspires you to imagine and pray for the ecumenical possibilities in your own context. And then to boldly act upon them “so the world may know.” I would also love to hear your comments and any feedback on the interview.

Peace,

Allan

How ‘Bout That Coach!

It’s a shame the Pro Football Hall of Fame waited so long to include two-time Super Bowl champion coach Jimmy Johnson among the immortals in Canton. It’s backwards that he’s going in after so many of his players were inducted first and so long after they won those two championships. And it’s sad that he’s being inducted on some special “centennial” ballot. But it’s right that he’s in.

Jimmy Johnson was an incredible force for five years in Dallas, the architect of a dynasty who took the Cowboys from 3-13 to Super Bowl champions in four years, a team that dominated the NFL for much of the 1990s. Johnson was the genius who orchestrated the Herschel Walker trade, the originator of the three-inch headline, the founder of the asthma field, and the haircut known around the world.

Jimmy is the one who first and most famously declared “How ’bout them Cowboys!” after the team’s 1992 NFC Championship victory over the 49ers at Candlestick Park. The Cowboys were on their way to their first Super Bowl in 14 years — at the time, this was the team’s longest ever championship drought — and the cherub-faced Jimster was at his best exalting in a glorious title. The final line of his locker room speech has become an iconic catchphrase for all Cowboys fans ever since. Even the ones who haven’t seen their favorite team win a divisional playoff game in 24 years. You’ll love watching the video below. Check out Troy Aikman’s Logo Athletics gear. And take special notice of Jerry Wayne in the bottom right hand corner, raising his hand in the middle of Jimmy’s speech, wanting to say something, trying to steal some of the thunder. Priceless.

Jimmy made national news almost exactly one-year later when he was driving from Valley Ranch after practice and heard Randy Galloway on WBAP arguing with Dan Reeves about who was going to win the 1993 NFC Championship game that coming Sunday. Reeves believed Dallas would win and Galloway disagreed. So Jimmy called into the “Sports at Six” hotline, producer David Hatchett put him through, and Jimmy proceeded to declare almost giddily that “We will win the ballgame; you can put it in three-inch headlines!” And they did. Easily.

Johnson calls ’em like he sees ’em and doesn’t have much use for a filter. I’m reminded that on Thanksgiving Day 1989, following a shutout loss to the Eagles, Jimmy told reporters that Philly coach Buddy Ryan had put $200 bounties on Troy Aikman and Cowboys kicker Luis Zendejas. He said I “would have said something to Buddy but he wouldn’t stay on the field long enough; he took his big, fat rear end to the dressing room.”

In his first mini-camp as Cowboys coach in that dreadful ’89 season, Johnson called out a rookie kicker who wasn’t participating fully in the running drills. When the kicker explained that he had asthma, Jimmy exploded. “Asthma! The asthma field is over there!” and he pointed to the main parking lot. And cut the kicker the next morning.

Here’s what I remember about Jimmy Johnson as the head coach of the Cowboys. He was fully involved in every single aspect of every single practice. He was in every huddle. He was running around yelling, jumping, encouraging, teaching, and coaching every minute of every practice. He was in the defensive backfield helping explain coverages. He was with the offensive linemen talking technique. Constant energy. Continuous presence. I remember covering those early training camps at St. Ed’s in Austin. I would step out of my truck in the university parking lot, a quarter mile from the practice fields, and I could hear Jimmy coaching. You could hear the chatter, you could feel the energy. It was a completely different story once Barry Switzer was brought in. I’d be standing on the sidelines with other reporters during a training camp practice and one of us would say, “Where’s Barry?” And it would take all of us several seconds to spot the Cowboys head coach. Typically he was in a golf cart signing autographs for young ladies or hobnobbing with corporate executives behind the kickers. You always knew where Jimmy was during practice. Right in the middle of it. You were drawn to his presence. You never had to guess. You always knew. By contrast, you could never find Switzer. I don’t know what Jerry was paying Barry to do, but it wasn’t to coach.

This video is typical of a Jimmy Johnson practice. It’s awful video, it’s like fourth generation lifted from a bad VCR tape on a 90-year-old TV. But this perfectly depicts what I’m talking about.

The day Jerry Wayne fired Jimmy Johnson and brought in Barry Switzer was the day I began rooting against my favorite team. I couldn’t handle it then and I still can’t handle it now. While searching for the videos in this post, I came across this ABC World News Tonight footage of their coverage of that day. Reporter Armen Keteyian was a prophet when he said, “The aftershocks of today’s action may rattle the club for years to come.” (7:59 mark)

Ha. How about 24 years now and counting?

Congratulations to Jimmy Johnson on his inclusion into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. The Cowboys Ring of Honor at AT&T Stadium is a joke until Jerry Wayne puts Johnson’s name up there next to Tom Landry’s.

Peace,

Allan

So Long to the Old Grey Wolf

Heave to, trice up, and mill about smartly! Texas radio legend Mike Rhyner has stepped down from his on-air host duties at The Ticket in Dallas. One of my oldest and best friends texted me the news from the homeland yesterday and I’ve been watching videos and reading tributes and stories about Rhyner and The Hardline and The Zoo ever since.

Rhyner was born and raised in Oak Cliff, attended Kimball High School, and co-found The Li’l Ticket. But before the most successful all-sports radio station in the country was born at 1310, he was the sports guy with John Labella and John Rody on the Morning Zoo. “Sports Snorts.” 98-KZEW was the rock station we all listened to when we were kids. It was the rock station EVERYBODY listened to in Dallas. They were irreverent, free-styling, hilarious DJs who did a whole lot more than just spin records. They created a culture.

The Zoo stickers all over everywhere. The Zoo t-shirts and the free Zoo posters we got at Sound Warehouse. The over-the-top TV commercials that looked like utter chaos. Todd Adkins — the old friend mentioned above — and I woke up at 4am on two different occasions while we where in high school to sneak into the Morning Zoo Breakfast Club at Monopoly’s Park Place. The Zoo’s morning show broadcast live every Friday from this club we were too young to get into. But Todd and I figured out how to sneak in early with the roadies who were setting up the equipment. That’s the first time I met Rhyner. He autographed a black-and-white publicity photo for me and wrote “Nice Huey Lewis t-shirt” in reference to my wardrobe that day. The next time I met Rhyner was during a Dallas Stars playoff game at Reunion Arena in 1999. I told him about Todd and I sneaking into those Breakfast Clubs and him commenting on my Huey Lewis shirt. He didn’t remember. And didn’t seem to care.

What Rhyner and company have done at The Ticket is create a culture. It has always felt like The Zoo to me, only around sports instead of Led Zeppelin and Van Halen. But these are never just guys talking about the Rangers and Mavericks and interviewing Troy Aikman and Ken Hitchcock. These are guys with wives and kids, guys with lawns to mow and in-laws to endure, guys who play pranks on each other and get stuck in traffic.¬† Very spontaneous, the shows and show-hosts overlap a lot, they cover an incredible array of material and have a spectacular chemistry. They get mad at each other, they get emotional about weird stuff, and they laugh a lot. It always feels very honest and real. Nothing is out of bounds and you have to listen to every show every hour or you’ll miss something huge that everybody you know will be talking about the next morning. A P1 knows the on-air talent at the Ticket and cares about each of them — all of them. I’ve always thought that was Rhyner’s genius and the reason for their wild success.

Rhyner has been on the radio airwaves in Dallas for 40 years. And I’ve been a listener and a fan for all 40. On Monday he walked away, at 69 years old, surprising almost every single person both inside the radio station and outside in the massive audience. He did it by dropping a farewell video on social media. Very understated. Very above-the-fray. Very Mike Rhyner.

Rhyner IS “The Hardline,” the afternoon drive show he’s hosted at The Ticket since Day One; I don’t see how they keep that going without him. I also don’t believe this is the last we’ve heard of the Old Grey Wolf. Once radio is in your blood, it becomes a life-long affliction. He’ll show up somewhere, doing something. And when he does, it’ll be great.

Keep Jammin’

Allan

Mike McCarthy?

So… Jerry didn’t make much of a splash with his first head coaching hire in almost ten years. The news that Mike McCarthy is the next head coach of the Dallas Cowboys has been met with a deafening worldwide yawn. A shrug of the shoulders. At no time yesterday was it the lead item on the ESPN or Sports Illustrated websites. Jerry Wayne went with a 56-year-old guy with 13-years of NFL head coaching experience who’s been off the sidelines since December 2018.

Mike McCarthy.

Not Urban Myer. Not Lincoln Riley. Can you imagine the fireworks if he had inked one of those guys? He didn’t even call Nick Saban or Matt Rhule. He didn’t even pretend to flirt with the “favor of God” that would have come with Dabo Swinney. He went with McCarthy who, yes, won a Super Bowl with the Packers back in 2010. That last Super Bowl victory for McCarthy was in Jerry’s shiny new stadium during the same season Jason Garrett became the Cowboys head coach.

That seems like an eternity ago.

Maybe this is a positive move for the Cowboys. Maybe Jerry doesn’t want to make headlines as much as he wants to win a divisional playoff game for the first time in 24-years. Maybe McCarthy represents the experience and the savvy, the courage and guts, it takes to win at the highest level, to be committed mainly to what happens between the lines on Sunday afternoons and not so much to over-scheduling his stadium and over-pricing his beer. Maybe this will be like Andy Reid who got stale and got fired by the Eagles, re-invented himself and his schemes and the way he deals with players, and is winning big now in KC. Yeah, maybe.

But what if Jerry was out of options? What if the best and brightest and most exciting coaches won’t even consider working for the Cowboys owner? What if Mike McCarthy and Marvin Lewis are the only two who would even return Jerry’s phone call?

What if McCarthy was out of options? He turned down the Cardinals, Jets, and Buccaneers last year. He wouldn’t talk to the Browns or Panthers or Giants this year. Was anybody else calling? McCarthy was fired by the Packers in December 2018 when they were 4-7-1 and coming off a non-playoff season. Did anybody else want him?

No doubt McCarthy had to sign off on Kellen Moore as his offensive coordinator before Jerry would hire him. He was not allowed to bring in his own play-caller. Is that a good sign? Jerry did a similar thing with Wade Phillips when he forced Jason Garrett on him. He had Garret in place as offensive coordinator before he hired Phillips. He paid Garrett more than Phillips, causing all kinds of confusion and distraction as to who was really in charge, and eventually canned Son of Bum for the Red-Headed Genius.

This. Feels. Familiar.

But, ultimately, it probably doesn’t matter. Since Jimmy Johnson won back-to-back Super Bowls before any of my three daughters were born — those daughters drive cars and go to college and are getting married — the Cowboys have employed six head coaches. McCarthy is the seventh. Other than Barry Switzer, who won a Super Bowl with Jimmy’s team, none of those coaches have won even a divisional playoff game. The common denominator in all the mediocrity and irrelevance is the owner.

It doesn’t matter who you bring in as head coach. As long as the owner sets the running back rotation and decides who calls the plays, as long as Jerry Wayne makes the decisions on who starts and who gets paid, who gets disciplined and who gets a free pass, the confusion and complacency will remain. You can’t have a coach saying something in a team meeting in the morning and then have Jerry saying the exact opposite thing on 105.3-FM during the drive home. Until Jerry steps away from the team and concentrates only on selling his suites and signing the sponsorships, the Cowboys will be 8-8, fighting every year for a shot at a Wild Card berth and a first round exit.

Then again, Mike McCarthy is one of only four coaches in NFL history to take the same franchise to the playoffs in at least eight consecutive seasons. Tom Landry is on that super short list.

Sorry.

I’m betting that will be the last time anybody ever mentions McCarthy and Landry in the same paragraph.

Peace,

Allan

So You’re Telling Me There’s a Chance!

Prayer in the Commons

Our brothers and sisters on the board at Polk Street United Methodist Church came over to Central yesterday to take a tour of our newly expanded spaces and to pray over our elders and ministers and our church.

Take just a second to re-read that sentence. Let it sink in just how gracious is our God and how amazing is the work he is doing in and through our downtown Amarillo churches.

After a quick look around our new entry way and Commons, Guest Central, the fireplace and the coffee bar, our new play space and ministry / meeting room, we held hands in a circle while pastor Mark Welshimire led these Methodist ministers and elders in prayers of thanksgiving and blessing for us. They asked the Lord to bless everybody who walks through the new doors at Central. They asked God to bless all the kids who play on the new equipment, in a safe place to learn about Jesus. God was praised for the long-time faithful witness of the Central church and he was blessed for our partnership together in the Gospel.

Wow.

I am so grateful to belong to a church that emphasizes the unity of the saints for which our Lord prayed and that works so hard to tear down the walls that divide God’s people. What a thrill! What a unique privilege that not many people get to enjoy!

Thank you to our brothers and sisters at Polk Street for the generous gift of your time, your presence with us, and your prayers. May our partnership continue to grow richer and deeper to the eternal praise and glory of God.

Peace,

Allan

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