Category: Evangelism (Page 16 of 21)

Thanksgiving for Roadblocks

“I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth…” ~Matthew 11:25

Thanksgiving for RoadblocksJohn the Baptist is the one who knows more about the coming Messiah than anyone else in the world. He’s been ordained by God, commissioned to prepare the way for the Holy One of Israel. And in Matthew 11, with John in jail and Herod acting more arrogantly and ruling more aggressively than ever, the desert proclaimer begins to doubt. He questions. From his prison cell, through his disciples, he asks Jesus, “So are you the one, or what?”

The people who know Jesus the best, his own family and friends, are ignoring him. The very ones he worshiped with and grew up with and played with and worked with in the villages of Capernaum and Bethsaida and Korazin are not accepting Jesus as Lord. They’re not repenting. They’re not turning to God as a result of Jesus’ teachings and miracles.

The situation in Jesus’ Kingdom life is not good. His mission. His calling from God. His whole purpose for coming to earth. Everything Jesus stood for and sacrificed for and was working for. None of it was going very well. He was running into dead ends and roadblocks. Barriers and hard hearts. Misunderstanding and indifference.

And this from the people who all should have known better.

If I’m Jesus — and, yes, I know I’m not; I’m reminded every day —I’m looking at John and these neighbors of mine and I’m maybe beginning to question all of it, too. Maybe I’d better do something different. Maybe they’re right. No crowds. Nobody’s lives are changing. I need to try something else. I need to be bigger and louder and brighter. We need bigger screens. More video. Maybe I should lose the tie. Tell more jokes. Be funnier. We should maybe set up a coffee shop or a book store. I should probably stop saying words like “sin” and “salvation” and “Zion.”

If I were Jesus, I’d look at the misunderstandings and indifference and say, “Why isn’t God helping me here? Why isn’t God doing anything? What’s the deal?”

Instead, Jesus prays thanksgiving to God.

“I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure.”

Jesus knows that God’s way is to work his gracious will, to fulfill his marvelous plans for the universe through the childlike. The simple. The humble. Those who don’t think they are themselves some kind of gods. God works through people who understand very plainly their deep need for him.

The point is this: none of this throws Jesus off. The fact that John misunderstands what’s happening with Jesus doesn’t derail him. Jesus doesn’t slam on the brakes when the villagers reject him. None of this slows our Savior down.

Not so with us. We can get caught up in junk like this. I know I can. I know whole churches that can.

There are so many conditions in God’s Church and in this country and in this world that cause us to wring our hands and gnash our teeth. Oh, the Church is in trouble! Oh, people aren’t captivated by the Bible anymore! Postmoderns won’t ever believe the absolute truth of salvation in God through Christ! And we worry and get anxious and write articles and teach classes and rail against systems and complain about programs. And we get so worked up because God’s not working anymore.

But this prayer from Jesus puts everything in perspective. It brings us back to base.

The powerful and unstoppable energies of the Kingdom of God are always moving, always growing, always surging just beneath the surface. All around us. Huge rivers of prayer and faith and hope and praise and forgiveness and salvation and rescue and holiness flow right by us every day. In every single nook and cranny, hidden in the shadows, overlooked in the crowds, drowned out by the noise, are these humble infants. These little children.

So—thanksgiving.

Not just for the day and the weather and the beauty of nature. Not just for family and friends and food and clothes and shelter. Not just for good things in good circumstances. But, thanksgiving in — yes! — less than ideal situations. Thanksgiving offered in faith that our God is very much alive and active and working in mighty ways that we don’t always see.

Peace,

Allan

Blessings For All!

Blessings For All!There are people around the world every single day who receive great blessings from God without ever asking for them. These people don’t pray. And they don’t give God thanks when they receive these great blessings. The fact is, they enjoy the benefits of these wonderful gifts and never acknowledge the Giver.

“He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.” ~Matthew 5:45

We joke sometimes about getting more rain than our friend who lives somewhere else because we must be “livin’ right.” Obviously, that’s not the way God works. He pours his merciful blessings on the good and the bad.

And he tells us to do the same.

“If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” ~Matthew 5:46-48

Be perfect in your indiscrimination. Be perfect in your unbiased grace toward others. Be perfect in the equality with which you share your love and good deeds. Like our God, be perfect in showing kindness and mercy to people who like you AND to people who don’t.

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What a wonderful five days in Fresno with my great friends, Jim Gardner and Jimmy Mitchell, at the 12th annual Spiritual Growth Workshop at the Woodward Park Church of Christ. What a time of encouragement and edification. What a time of renewal and re-energizing.

I strained several muscles from all the laughing. I gained several pounds from the late night Cookies-and-Cream milkshakes at Chick-Fil-A and the animal fries at In-and-Out Burgers. I threw grapes at friends sitting four tables away under a big tent at a lunch on the grounds. I was inspired by Evertt Huffard’s presentation on the honor of our God. I was moved by two women who gave their lives to Christ in baptism. I was the butt of Paul Methvin’s jokes. I was hugged by a hundred different people who really don’t know me at all. I met missionaries and homeless people (sorta the same thing). I talked with Brian and learned several new “words” in sign language. I slept in Tori’s room on her Cheetah Girls sheets. I was amazed to watch the Laotians keep coming and keep coming to pack the place to worship our God. Joann’s generosity. Dan’s parsing. Andy’s sarcasm. Jimmy’s tenor. John’s unique songleading. Mandy’s personality. John Ed’s wisdom. L. Jeeves’ nametag. Steve’s great attitude. Praying with Jim and Jimmy Sunday morning, just like old times.

What a blessing to see the Kingdom of God expressed in such clear ways among his people there in the California valley. Different colors. Different cultures. Different ethnic groups. Different languages. Different ages. Different socio-economic classes. Praising God with one voice. Communing around the same table and celebrating our one salvation through our one Lord and Savior.

Participating together in baptisms. Praying together for families who’ve lost jobs. Learning new songs together. Sharing meals together. It’s wonderful. It’s heaven.

The kingdoms of the world come with power. They come with violence and noise and fanfare and bloodshed. The kingdoms of the earth come with great force. God’s Kingdom comes with casseroles and rides to the doctor. The Kingdom of God comes with kind acts and loving mercy. Hugs and pats on the back. Sharing and bearing.

May God continue to bless our brothers and sisters in Fresno as they bring the Kingdom to the California valley. May his perfect will be done there as it is in heaven.

Peace,

Allan

Blessings For All!

Blessings For All!There are people around the world every single day who receive great blessings from God without ever asking for them. These people don’t pray. And they don’t give God thanks when they receive these great blessings. The fact is, they enjoy the benefits of these wonderful gifts and never acknowledge the Giver.

“He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.” ~Matthew 5:45

We joke sometimes about getting more rain than our friend who lives somewhere else because we must be “livin’ right.” Obviously, that’s not the way God works. He pours his merciful blessings on the good and the bad.

And he tells us to do the same.

“If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” ~Matthew 5:46-48

Be perfect in your indiscrimination. Be perfect in your unbiased grace toward others. Be perfect in the equality with which you share your love and good deeds. Like our God, be perfect in showing kindness and mercy to people who like you AND to people who don’t.

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What a wonderful five days in Fresno with my great friends, Jim Gardner and Jimmy Mitchell, at the 12th annual Spiritual Growth Workshop at the Woodward Park Church of Christ. What a time of encouragement and edification. What a time of renewal and re-energizing.

I strained several muscles from all the laughing. I gained several pounds from the late night Cookies-and-Cream milkshakes at Chick-Fil-A and the animal fries at In-and-Out Burgers. I threw grapes at friends sitting four tables away under a big tent at a lunch on the grounds. I was inspired by Evertt Huffard’s presentation on the honor of our God. I was moved by two women who gave their lives to Christ in baptism. I was the butt of Paul Methvin’s jokes. I was hugged by a hundred different people who really don’t know me at all. I met missionaries and homeless people (sorta the same thing). I talked with Brian and learned several new “words” in sign language. I slept in Tori’s room on her Cheetah Girls sheets. I was amazed to watch the Laotians keep coming and keep coming to pack the place to worship our God. Joann’s generosity. Dan’s parsing. Andy’s sarcasm. Jimmy’s tenor. John’s unique songleading. Mandy’s personality. John Ed’s wisdom. L. Jeeves’ nametag. Steve’s great attitude. Praying with Jim and Jimmy Sunday morning, just like old times.

What a blessing to see the Kingdom of God expressed in such clear ways among his people there in the California valley. Different colors. Different cultures. Different ethnic groups. Different languages. Different ages. Different socio-economic classes. Praising God with one voice. Communing around the same table and celebrating our one salvation through our one Lord and Savior.

Participating together in baptisms. Praying together for families who’ve lost jobs. Learning new songs together. Sharing meals together. It’s wonderful. It’s heaven.

The kingdoms of the world come with power. They come with violence and noise and fanfare and bloodshed. The kingdoms of the earth come with great force. God’s Kingdom comes with casseroles and rides to the doctor. The Kingdom of God comes with kind acts and loving mercy. Hugs and pats on the back. Sharing and bearing.

May God continue to bless our brothers and sisters in Fresno as they bring the Kingdom to the California valley. May his perfect will be done there as it is in heaven.

Peace,

Allan

Abreakening And Awakening

Stream 

It’s impossible to put into words how my God moved me this past weekend. I can’t tell you — I wouldn’t even know where to start — all the ways God used people and events and his Holy Word and circumstances and songs and sermons and his Holy Spirit to break me, wake me, and shake me.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from Stream DFW. I’d never attended a Stream event. But I knew if the focus was on renewal and restoration through intentional worship and Jeff Walling was doing all the speaking I’d benefit greatly. It was actually much more than I had imagined. Through the use of congregational singing and dramatic readings and timely video dramas and silence and meditation and prayer, Ken Young and the Hallal Singers took all of us straight to God’s throne room, right into his presence. An hour of that and then another hour of Walling. Three times. A true focus on God’s surpassing love for us and our response to him through our own love for our Father and for one another and for the world.

Carrie-Anne and I wound up next to four dear friends from our Arlington days and right in front of seven wonderful friends from Legacy, and behind a couple of preacher friends from Waco. We sang together and laughed and cried and prayed and reflected together on our own motivations for doing what we do. Do we encourage our congregations out of a base of “obedience” or of “love?” Do I relate to my God and his people out of “obedience” or “love?”

God’s always been much more about “love” than “obedience.” Always. So why are we so hung up on “obedience?”

Stream was great. I highly recommend it.

Add to that our bi-lingual worship assembly Sunday morning (nearly a thousand gringos singing “In Moments Like These” in Spanish — and with gusto — and amen-ing Spanish prayers and Spanish Scripture readings); the commissioning and sending of our dear friends, the Calderons; witnessing our God save souls and rob hell with Annika’s baptism; participating as our church family prayed over and for the McCormicks and their brand new baby boy, home from Germany for a visit; a wonderful morning and afternoon visit with Jason & Tiersa Reeves and their awesome family; an all-church potluck and congregational dinner Sunday evening, sharing a common meal and the Lord’s Meal together around tables instead of in pews.

God did that thing he always does. He’s moving in mighty ways in this place. Give him praise! It’s so exhilerating to be in partnership with all this. The grumpy email and the grouchy member can’t touch me today!

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God bless Manuel, Yvina, Sofia, & Natalia

Our Legacy assembly time Sunday was highlighted by our commissioning and charging and sending of Manuel and Yvina Calderon and their sweet girls, Sofia and Natalia, to Siempre Familia Iglesia de Cristo in South Fort Worth. Introducing Manuel to our church family and watching and listening to him share our Lord’s vision for the Hispanic Church was so inspiring.

Legacy is partnering with Continent of Great Cities and Missions Resource Network to begin this Hispanic church at the old Rosemont building in the Seminary Avenue area of Fort Worth. And we’re not only sending the Calderons to be a part of the leadership group there. We’re also sending our 30-35 Spanish-speaking brothers and sisters from Legacy to join that great work. Our plan is to take the gospel to the tens of thousands of Hispanics there and then plant subsequent churches in Dallas, Houston, and other metropolitan cities in Texas and the Southwest.

And if I know Manuel — and I do — he and our God are going to be an unstoppable force.

I can’t tell you how many times Manuel and I have poured our hearts out to each other about our God’s mission and our roles in partnering with him to fulfill that mission. How many times we’ve prayed together for each other and our families. He’s such an encouragement to me. I want to be more like him. I want just half his fire. I want just half his enthusiasm for our Lord and his people. Just half his dedication and commitment to God’s Church. I want just half his faith. Manuel’s something else.

Legacy sends the CalderonsI’m invested in Manuel. Big time. I’m invested in him spiritually. Emotionally. Financially. Physically. If you’ve ever been hugged by Manuel, you know what I mean by “physically.” When he hugs you, he crushes your vertebrae. You come away from a hug by Manuel a couple of inches shorter than before.

May our Father bless the Calderons and all those working to bring God’s salvation to South Fort Worth.

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Only 12 days remain until the Cowboys begin their regular NFL season. And I’ve missed a bunch of days in our Red Ribbon Review. So, in an effort to catch up on recognizing the second-best players in Cowboys history according to jersey number, here they are:

Ron Widby, Jerry Rhome, Craig Morton

Today’s #12 is punter Ron Widby. He wore #12 when he came into the league with Dallas as a free agent out of Tennessee in 1968. His best year with Dallas was in ’69 when he averaged 43.4 yards per kick. And then he had to give his number to Roger Staubach, some Heisman Trophy winner coming off a four-year stint in the Navy. No one else has worn the number since.

Yesterday’s #13 has only been worn by one Dallas Cowboy in the fifty year history of the franchise: quarterback Jerry Rhome. Mainly a backup from Tulsa. Longtime offensive assistant coach. At one time considered somewhat of a quarterback guru.

Craig MortonSunday’s #14 belongs to Craig Morton, whose real first name is (I’m not kidding) Larry. Morton was the first quarterback in NFL history to start at quarterback in two Super Bowls for two different teams, Dallas in Super Bowl V and for the Broncos against Dallas in Super Bowl XII, both sloppy, sloppy losses. Morton was the Cowboys’ first round pick (5th overall) out of Cal in 1965. Staubach took over in ’70.

Finally, the second-best player to ever wear #15 for Dallas is wide receiver Tom Crowder. He was just a practice squad guy in 2004-05. No picture. I don’t think one exists.

Peace,

Allan

Abreakening And Awakening

Stream 

It’s impossible to put into words how my God moved me this past weekend. I can’t tell you — I wouldn’t even know where to start — all the ways God used people and events and his Holy Word and circumstances and songs and sermons and his Holy Spirit to break me, wake me, and shake me.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from Stream DFW. I’d never attended a Stream event. But I knew if the focus was on renewal and restoration through intentional worship and Jeff Walling was doing all the speaking I’d benefit greatly. It was actually much more than I had imagined. Through the use of congregational singing and dramatic readings and timely video dramas and silence and meditation and prayer, Ken Young and the Hallal Singers took all of us straight to God’s throne room, right into his presence. An hour of that and then another hour of Walling. Three times. A true focus on God’s surpassing love for us and our response to him through our own love for our Father and for one another and for the world.

Carrie-Anne and I wound up next to four dear friends from our Arlington days and right in front of seven wonderful friends from Legacy, and behind a couple of preacher friends from Waco. We sang together and laughed and cried and prayed and reflected together on our own motivations for doing what we do. Do we encourage our congregations out of a base of “obedience” or of “love?” Do I relate to my God and his people out of “obedience” or “love?”

God’s always been much more about “love” than “obedience.” Always. So why are we so hung up on “obedience?”

Stream was great. I highly recommend it.

Add to that our bi-lingual worship assembly Sunday morning (nearly a thousand gringos singing “In Moments Like These” in Spanish — and with gusto — and amen-ing Spanish prayers and Spanish Scripture readings); the commissioning and sending of our dear friends, the Calderons; witnessing our God save souls and rob hell with Annika’s baptism; participating as our church family prayed over and for the McCormicks and their brand new baby boy, home from Germany for a visit; a wonderful morning and afternoon visit with Jason & Tiersa Reeves and their awesome family; an all-church potluck and congregational dinner Sunday evening, sharing a common meal and the Lord’s Meal together around tables instead of in pews.

God did that thing he always does. He’s moving in mighty ways in this place. Give him praise! It’s so exhilerating to be in partnership with all this. The grumpy email and the grouchy member can’t touch me today!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

God bless Manuel, Yvina, Sofia, & Natalia

Our Legacy assembly time Sunday was highlighted by our commissioning and charging and sending of Manuel and Yvina Calderon and their sweet girls, Sofia and Natalia, to Siempre Familia Iglesia de Cristo in South Fort Worth. Introducing Manuel to our church family and watching and listening to him share our Lord’s vision for the Hispanic Church was so inspiring.

Legacy is partnering with Continent of Great Cities and Missions Resource Network to begin this Hispanic church at the old Rosemont building in the Seminary Avenue area of Fort Worth. And we’re not only sending the Calderons to be a part of the leadership group there. We’re also sending our 30-35 Spanish-speaking brothers and sisters from Legacy to join that great work. Our plan is to take the gospel to the tens of thousands of Hispanics there and then plant subsequent churches in Dallas, Houston, and other metropolitan cities in Texas and the Southwest.

And if I know Manuel — and I do — he and our God are going to be an unstoppable force.

I can’t tell you how many times Manuel and I have poured our hearts out to each other about our God’s mission and our roles in partnering with him to fulfill that mission. How many times we’ve prayed together for each other and our families. He’s such an encouragement to me. I want to be more like him. I want just half his fire. I want just half his enthusiasm for our Lord and his people. Just half his dedication and commitment to God’s Church. I want just half his faith. Manuel’s something else.

Legacy sends the CalderonsI’m invested in Manuel. Big time. I’m invested in him spiritually. Emotionally. Financially. Physically. If you’ve ever been hugged by Manuel, you know what I mean by “physically.” When he hugs you, he crushes your vertebrae. You come away from a hug by Manuel a couple of inches shorter than before.

May our Father bless the Calderons and all those working to bring God’s salvation to South Fort Worth.

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Only 12 days remain until the Cowboys begin their regular NFL season. And I’ve missed a bunch of days in our Red Ribbon Review. So, in an effort to catch up on recognizing the second-best players in Cowboys history according to jersey number, here they are:

Ron Widby, Jerry Rhome, Craig Morton

Today’s #12 is punter Ron Widby. He wore #12 when he came into the league with Dallas as a free agent out of Tennessee in 1968. His best year with Dallas was in ’69 when he averaged 43.4 yards per kick. And then he had to give his number to Roger Staubach, some Heisman Trophy winner coming off a four-year stint in the Navy. No one else has worn the number since.

Yesterday’s #13 has only been worn by one Dallas Cowboy in the fifty year history of the franchise: quarterback Jerry Rhome. Mainly a backup from Tulsa. Longtime offensive assistant coach. At one time considered somewhat of a quarterback guru.

Craig MortonSunday’s #14 belongs to Craig Morton, whose real first name is (I’m not kidding) Larry. Morton was the first quarterback in NFL history to start at quarterback in two Super Bowls for two different teams, Dallas in Super Bowl V and for the Broncos against Dallas in Super Bowl XII, both sloppy, sloppy losses. Morton was the Cowboys’ first round pick (5th overall) out of Cal in 1965. Staubach took over in ’70.

Finally, the second-best player to ever wear #15 for Dallas is wide receiver Tom Crowder. He was just a practice squad guy in 2004-05. No picture. I don’t think one exists.

Peace,

Allan

Not Christian Enough

The Reason for GodI’m in the middle of reading The Reason for God by Timothy Keller. It’s an apologetics, of sorts. I’m not certain he would classify it that way. But that’s what it feels like. I’m also in the middle of re-reading C. S. Lewis’ Mere Christianity with our Tuesday morning group. And the two works cross over at almost every other paragraph. The idea I’m writing about today comes from Keller’s chapter entitled The Church Is Responsible for So Much Injustice.

We all know people we would call religious fanatics. We’ve all been impacted by them. These are people who express very clearly and very loudly their calling as Christians. But they live it — manifest it — by lashing out against society. They spend a great deal of time and energy screaming against the other political party, against homosexuality, against evolution, against abortion, against other religions, against the doctrines and practices of other Christians, against the world’s values, against anything and everything — anybody and everybody — who doesn’t conform strictly to their idea of “truth” and Christianity. In your face!

The fanatic is the extreme. A fanatic is one who over-believes or over-practices his Christianity, a major turn-off to those on the outside of our faith looking in. These fanatics do great damage to our efforts to expand the borders of God’s Kingdom. Nobody wants to be around people like that. Who can blame them? To the world, especially to someone who’s experienced these fanatics personally or seen them on TV or read about them in the papers, “the best kind of Christian would be someone who doesn’t go all the way with it, who believes it but is not too devoted to it.”

The problem with viewing Christianity that way is that it assumes the Christian faith is basically a form of moral improvement. If that’s what Christianity is — a way of improving your life and/or living your life in the right way — then the fanatics would certainly be those who are intense moralists (Keller’s term). Pharisees.

Pharisees are people who “assume they are right with God because of their moral behavior and right doctrine. This leads naturally to feelings of superiority toward those who do not share their religiosity, and from there to various forms of abuse, exclusion, and oppression. This is the essence of what we think of as fanaticism.”

But what if Christianity is really all about salvation from God in Christ? What if our faith is really all about grace and love and forgiveness? What if Christianity is really all about being saved not because of what we do but because of what God through Christ has done for us? A belief that you are forgiven and accepted by God only by his sheer love and grace alone (the essence of our faith) is profoundly humbling. So, the people we would call fanatics are not that way because they are too committed to the Gospel but because they’re not committed enough.

“Think of people you consider fanatical. They’re overbearing, self-righteous, opinionated, insensitive, and harsh. Why? It’s not because they are too Christian but because they are not Christian enough. They are fanatically zealous and courageous, but they are not fanatically humble, sensitive, loving, empathetic, forgiving, or understanding — as Christ was…What strikes us as overly fanatical is actually a failure to be fully committed to Christ and his gospel.” (emphasis mine)

I know I’ve thought about this many times. I’ve thought this about other people. And in moments of true reflection and scary clarity, I’ve noticed it in myself. How empowering, though, to point out to doubters and skeptics that these rigid, hard, insensitive, loud, overbearing people who call themselves Christians do not represent the teachings or the purpose or the goals of Christianity. That ain’t us! That person claiming to be right about everything does not represent Christianity. That person who refuses to bend is not acting like Christ. That person standing on the street corner and screaming condemnation to passers-by is not what our Lord and Savior is all about.

Those people are not too Christian. They’re not Christian enough.

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RedRibbonReviewThere are 75 more days until the Dallas Cowboys kick off their historic 2009 football season — historic only in that this is their 50th NFL season, not historic in that anybody’s predicting great things. To help us count down to that first game in Tampa Bay on September 13, we’re recognizing the second-best players in Cowboys history by jersey number.

Tony CasillasToday’s #75 is defensive tackle Tony Casillas. He only played in Dallas five years. But he was a vital part of that super quick defensive line in the early ’90s and was in on the two Jimmy Johnson Super Bowl wins. He left for bigger money and two weird years with the Jets, which cost him a third Super Bowl ring and a lot of respect. But he did wrap up his career in Dallas with a couple of mediocre seasons in ’96 and ’97.

(Phil Pozderac was never a possibility. Besides, if I’d named Pozderac and Flozell Adams in back to back days, I’d be looking at 3rd and 20 and a quick-kick.)

Peace,

Allan

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