“God has not promised us safety, but participation in an adventure called the Gospel. That seems to me to be great news in a world that is literally dying of boredom.”
~Stanley Hauerwas
Author: Allan (Page 71 of 492)
Just a short post today to update you on my wife Carrie-Anne. Yesterday’s reconstruction surgery went perfectly, of course — these folks at MD Anderson know what they’re doing. They started the surgery at just after 7am and we were both back here at the Hampton Inn before 12noon! Crazy how quickly they turn it around out here! She spent most of yesterday afternoon and evening on pain meds, slipping in and out of sleep. I cooked chicken spaghetti for dinner while Carrie-Anne directed me from the couch. By the way, it is impossible to heat up frozen cheese bread slices without an oven. She ate two bowls of the spaghetti and slept well last night, we both had hearty breakfasts this morning, and she’s getting around pretty well. They want us to take 5-10 minute walks every hour-and-a-half, so that will pretty much define our day. We’re just taking it easy. We’ll drive back home tomorrow, stopping every 90-minutes to walk around and stretch. So it’ll take like four days to get to Midland.
Carrie-Anne is still super sore, and will be for about a week. She won’t make her first day of school, July 19 — we have a video follow up with her surgeon on Friday the 21st. But she might be ready to ease back in to work on Monday the 24th.
Thank you so much for your concerns and prayers and kind words and sweet gestures toward us over the past week or so. Yesterday’s surgery was the last big step in C-A’s treatment and healing. There will be follow-ups and check-ups and another procedure or two this fall related to the reconstruction. But, in the big scheme of things, we are now done. It’s over. My wife is cancer-free and we are overflowing with gratitude to our God and to all our dear friends and family scattered all over Texas and the Great Southwest and throughout the Lord’s eternal Kingdom.
Peace,
Allan
Carrie-Anne and I have endured four appointments over two days at M.D. Anderson’s main hospital in Houston and the campus in Sugarland. C-A has been poked and prodded, we’ve had all the conversations and signed all the waivers, and we’re ready for her reconstruction surgery at 7a tomorrow. We are cancer-free and overflowing with gratitude. And we’re waking up at 4a in the morning to be at M.D. Anderson before 530a as the temporary expanders are coming out, and the permanent implants are going in. Finally!
The best part of our day today was spending a couple of hours with my sister Sharon and her husband Brent at Pappasito’s across from NRG Stadium. Brent was recently diagnosed with lymphoma – C-A’s last day of chemotherapy was Brent’s first day for his treatments – and they happen to be in H-Town tonight for some of their own appointments tomorrow. So we compared doctors and cussed and discussed the pros and cons of ports, caught up on our kids, and laughed and laughed and laughed.
Y’all lift up my precious wife to the Lord tonight. And say a prayer for Brent.
Peace,
Allan
Chris and Liz Moore are two of those people. You know those people. Those people you’ve known and loved for a quarter century, who’ve been with you through some memorable highs and a couple of devastating lows, and who love you unconditionally. Those people who were part of your really tight group when the Lord was doing some eternal work on your soul. Those people who laugh with you until you’re crying and cry with you until you’re praying. Those people who stay late after your daughter’s wedding to help you clean up. Those people who know you well enough and think enough of you to lift your spirits when you need it and call you out when it’s necessary. Chris and Liz Moore are two of those people.
Chris and Liz were there when God was chasing Carrie-Anne and me in the early 2000s. When the Lord was calling us and shaping us, when God was speaking to us and revealing himself to us and opening our hearts to receive him and his holy will more fully into our lives, Chris and Liz were there. We worshiped and served with them at the Mesquite Church, we took road trips with them to Oklahoma for the Tulsa Workshop, we talked about the Church and prayed for our congregation, we camped out together in the rain, we played games until late into the night, we watched Super Bowls, argued about the Cowboys, and touted the merits of Van Halen and Ted Nugent versus Aerosmith and Boston.
Chris and Liz came out to see us in Midland this past weekend. We talked together and stayed up too late and laughed and laughed and laughed. We played miniature golf and 99. We ate wonderful food and caught each other up with all our mutual friends. We worshiped together at GCR and introduced them to all our new friends. And we were reminded that God blessed us beyond what we could have asked or imagined when he put the Moores into our lives in 1999. They are crazy fun, deeply reflective, partners in the Gospel, and our lifelong friends.
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Carrie-Anne and I are in Houston preparing for her reconstruction surgery at M.D. Anderson. We just polished off a very enjoyable dinner at the P.F. Chang’s at Galleria Park and are settling into our Hampton Inn Suite. We have an oncology appointment tomorrow with her cancer surgeon, Dr. Refinetti; three appointments on Wednesday with her plastic surgeon, the anesthesiologist, and somebody else (I can’t remember); and then her surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning.
We’re almost finished. This week marks the end of a journey that began with Carrie-Anne’s diagnosis on October 28 and has been marked for nine months by our God’s continuous grace. We are blessed by our Lord and overflowing with gratitude and praise.
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Some people have joked that C-A and I timed it perfectly to be away from Midland during VBS week at GCR.
It’s not funny. We love VBS and are absolutely sick to be missing it. We’re expecting more than 200 kids at our VBS Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday evening. And if we’re not all present and pouring into these children and their families, we are missing our calling. And our mission. If you don’t normally help with VBS, I suggest you show up one of these nights, if for nothing else, to meet some parents who are dropping off or picking up their children, or to give a high five to a second-grader and tell her how awesome she is. You’ll be blessed. But that kid might be impacted eternally. You know how that worked in your own life. Why not give a little back this week? Especially since C-A and I can’t be there.
Peace,
Allan
The Bible confronts us with two ways. A choice. Not where you’re going to live, not what career you’re going to pursue, not who you’re going to marry, nor where you’re going to lunch. The choice we have certainly encompasses and impacts all those other decisions you make. But there’s only one choice in Scripture: the way of life or the way of death, the way of blessing or the way of curse, the way of God or the way of the world.
Jesus says, “I am the Way.” I am the Way you get to God and I am the Way God comes to you. I am the Way.
So we choose Jesus. We choose the Way of life, the way of blessing, and the way of God when we choose Jesus. And when we choose Jesus as the Way, when we choose the way of Jesus, what is it exactly that we’ve chosen? When we choose Jesus, what are we signing up for?
The very first recorded words of Jesus are in Mark 1. If Mark is the earliest of the four Gospels – almost everyone concludes it is – these are the earliest and first words of our Lord we have recorded and preserved. A radical inaugural announcement and then three commands.
“The time has come! The Kingdom of God is near! Repent and believe the Good News! Come, follow me!” ~Mark 1:15-17
A dramatic declaration. The Kingdom of God is near. Right now. Present tense. And then three primary commands. Three imperatives. These come first.
Repent: Leave your current way of life and start out on another way. Repent means to change your mind and heart. It’s a reverse-course. A change of direction.
Believe: See it. Experience it. Get into it. Live into a personal, relational, trusting involvement in the realities of the Kingdom of God.
Follow me: Live your life obediently in a way that matches up with the lordship of Jesus. What you do and why you do it and the way you do it – all of that submitted to Jesus. Follow me. It’s a direct command.
This isn’t a signup sheet like for small groups leaders or the women’s retreat. Jesus isn’t posting office hours so he can discuss the Kingdom with you if you’re interested. He commands it. “You! Follow me!”
You sitting in a church building on Sunday doesn’t make you a disciple anymore than sitting in a chicken coop makes you a chicken. You’ve got to get behind Jesus and follow him in his way. As a church, maintaining a status quo is not the same thing as following Jesus. Being a member in good standing or being a good middle-of-the-road church is not the same as following Jesus. Being a disciple means we make the call to give it all for the sake of others. We choose to lose our rights and refuse to use our might for the sake of his great name. We obey and we do things his way. The Jesus Way.
Peace,
Allan
The Dallas Cowboys and Netflix have announced a partnership to produce a ten-part docuseries about Jerry. Netflix is in for a reported $50-million, outbidding ESPN and others for the rights to the series. There are no production or release dates, and they’re still working on a title. All we know is that this whole thing is going to be about Jerry.
Here’s a quote from the opening paragraph of the press release:
“The series will document the Dallas Cowboys and the journey of Jerry Jones, the club’s owner, president, and general manager, in saving and transforming the franchise, leading a historic set of players and coaches to three NFL titles in the 1990s, and searing his imprint into the global sports business landscape forever.”
I’ve got the name for the series. Look no further than the gag-inducing line above: “Transforming the Franchise.”
Oh, yes, he did. Jerry Wayne has certainly transformed the franchise. Under his watch the Cowboys have gone from perennial contenders and Super Bowl champs to irrelevant also-rans.
Let’s look at how Jerry “saved and transformed” the Cowboys. In the team’s first 29 years of existence, under Tex Schramm and Tom Landry, they played in twelve conference championship games and five Super Bowls. They never went more than six years without appearing in the NFC Championship Game and that only happened twice, from 1960-1965 when they began as an expansion team without a draft, and from 1983-1988 following three straight championship game appearances. In between those two six-year droughts, Dallas went to the conference title game seven times in ten years from 1966-1975 and five more times in six years from 1977-1982.
And then Jerry Wayne rode into town and bought the team. Jimmy Johnson drafted and traded and coached his way to two of those three Super Bowls in the early ’90s. And the Cowboys haven’t won as much as a divisional playoff game since — 27 years now and counting. Before Jerry came along, the Cowboys didn’t know what it was like to go seven years without a conference championship game appearance. They’ve quadrupled that drought under Jerry Wayne.
The Green Bay Packers have been to the conference championship game eight times since the Cowboys last appeared. The 49ers have made it to seven. The Philadelphia Eagles have played in six NFC Championship Games since 1995 and the Giants have been there three times. The Cowboys: zero.
There are only five teams that haven’t won a divisional playoff game in the past 27 years: Lions, Browns, Dolphins, Deadskins, and Cowboys. Transforming the franchise, indeed. Thank you, Jerry. Great job. They should do a documentary. True crime.
According to the NFL’s accompanying press release, this will be a “defining docuseries.” In other words, 80-year-old Jerry is attempting to create a legacy with a “The Last Dance” type of memorial. Some of the stories I’ve read about this project report that it’ll detail “how Jerry built the Cowboys roster.” I suppose in this Day of Orwell when there is no truth anymore, Netflix can pay Jerry $50-million to lie and gaslight his “truth.” Keep lying until people start buying, I guess.
They already are. Randy Galloway used to call ’em “Cowsheep.” He had no idea. It’s stupefying.
Another line in the NFL release refers to Jerry’s success in the ’90s as “one of the most memorable and high-powered turnarounds in football history.” If the Cowboys ever get back to winning multiple Super Bowls, if they ever get back to winning divisional playoff games, it’ll be a much bigger accomplishment than anything Jerry ever did.
Peace,
Allan
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