Category: Grandchildren (Page 1 of 6)

The Space for Love to Grow

I spent parts of three days with Val and Dave and the twins this past weekend and it was beyond a blast. Sammy is still content to crawl around on the floor while Elliott walks laps all over the house. But Sam’s got a new dance move, an impressive shoulder-shimmy he does on command, that is stealing Elliott’s thunder right now. They’re both big enough now to ride on my shoulders while we walk around downtown Tulsa, which is really cool. And they both love to wrestle with me on the couch, they love getting slammed into throw pillows and smashed into couch cushions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday at GCR we preached the second sermon in our “Marriage Matters” series: “The Essence of Marriage.” Here’s the video that introduced the sermon, featuring our very own Brat Pack of GCR’s celebrity brides and grooms. The music bed at the very beginning is super loud, but after those first ten seconds, you’ll need to really crank up the volume.

The essence of marriage is the wedding vow, the eternal promise, the legal oath—the thing that makes our marriages covenant relationships and not consumer relationships. And that’s the thing that creates the space for love to truly grow.

When you’re dating or “living together,” you have to constantly be “on.” You have to prove every day that you’re worth it. You have to always impress and entice. You have to prove that the chemistry’s there. Again. You have to prove that the relationship is fun and fulfilling. Again. Or it might be over. When you’re dating or “living together” you’re still in a consumer relationship. You’re having to constantly promote and market yourself.

The legal bond of marriage, however, creates a safe space of security and unconditional love and acceptance so we can relax and open up and finally reveal our true selves.

When the vows are made, we can be vulnerable, we don’t have to pretend anymore. We don’t have to keep selling ourselves. We can lay our defenses down and be completely naked, physically and in every other way.

If love between a husband and wife is going to be everything God wants it to be, you have to have that vow. It’s the only way true love can really grow.

I’m not going anywhere. Relax. It’s you and me. Forever. I promise.

That’s the way Jesus loves you. “Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” I’m not going anywhere. Relax. It’s you and me. Forever. I promise.

The wedding vow guarantees that we’re safe together. We can be ourselves with each other and neither one of us has to worry about whether we’re loved and accepted. We are! We got married! We signed government documents! We made vows to each other and to God in front of his holy witnesses!

We can be our true selves with each other and grow together honestly and authentically. The vows give us that space.

Peace,
Allan

Under the Influence

I’m posting an inspiring quote today from Mother Teresa. But first:

I just made good on my annual Silver Boot Series wager with Myles, a bet that I lose every single year, For the sixth straight season and the ninth time in ten years, his Astros took the Lone Star series over my Rangers by winning nine of the 13 games, including that demoralizing sweep a couple of weeks ago. The Whataburger burgers and shakes were on me. Again.

Texas begins a three game set against Washington tonight, three games under .500 and two back of Houston in the putrid AL West. If the winner of this division winds up with a .500 record and it’s NOT the Rangers, they should certainly blow up the whole team. At that point, we would need no further evidence that this version of our baseball team is not working.

And this:

Valerie sent us this picture over the weekend of Elliott and Sammy making their own breakfast. Or something. Somehow one of them pulled the bread off the counter and had it pretty much all over the kitchen floor before they were caught. Sam looks like he’s frozen, not knowing yet whether what they’ve done is good or bad, but certainly feeling the tension. Elliott looks like he’s extremely proud of himself and the whole scene.

Here’s the quote:

“Put yourself completely under the influence of Jesus, so that he may think his thoughts in your mind, do his work through your hands, for you will be all-powerful with him to strengthen you.” ~ from A Gift for God, by Mother Teresa

Peace,
Allan

Clothes Make the Christian

Our youngest daughter Carley and her husband Collin just left our house for their new digs in Phoenix.

Arizona.

That’s a long, long way from Midland.

The move is the headline in Collin’s recent promotion with CBS Sports and their 24/7 streaming service. Instead of being headquartered in Dallas and covering college sports and recruiting from Norman to Austin up and down I-35, he’s now part of a team covering almost a third of the country from Arizona and Utah west to Southern California to Washington State. It’s a tremendous opportunity for Collin in a brutally competitive industry–I completely understand–and we’re absolutely thrilled for them both.

Still, obviously, there’s some sadness mixed in. We’re going to see these two much less often now. How do we get one of those credit cards that gives us Southwest Airlines miles?

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In other Stanglin family news, Elliott took his first steps at 6:45 Tuesday evening. At 55 weeks old, our first-born grandson (by 45 seconds) has flipped the switch and doesn’t crawl anymore! If history is an indicator, I’m betting that Sammy watches Elliott bust it for about two weeks, analyzes everything he sees, and then starts walking perfectly, immediately, and never falls. Here’s a video of those first steps:

ElliottFirstSteps

I know! I know! You want to watch it like ten times!

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“As God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience… And over all these virtues, put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.” ~Colossians 3:12-14

You can tell who people are by the clothes they wear. You see a police officer, you know he’s a police officer by the uniform, the badge, and the handcuffs on his belt. You know a nurse by the scrubs she’s wearing, the stethoscope around her neck, and the bags under her eyes. A referee wears a striped shirt, a cowboy wears pointed boots, a chef wears a funny hat, a dad wears cargo shorts and two-toned Asics.

A Christian is recognized by the fashion statements we make, too. When you’re raised with Christ, you wear compassion, kindness, gentleness, patience, and love And people can see it a mile away.

The old clothes, the clothes you wore in the life you once lived, those are inappropriate for the new realities we enjoy in Christ. The new clothes, the new way to behave–that’s what we wear now. And these new clothes signal to people who we are. They identify us as disciples of our Lord Jesus.

Now, some people will criticize these clothes Christians wear as kind of wimpy. Christians are weak-willed pansies who talk about love and peace and let others just walk all over them.

Wait. That’s not true. Christian behavior is decidedly different from worldly behavior, but it’s not for wusses. People who say that don’t know what they’re talking about.

Have you ever seriously tried to forgive someone who did you wrong? That is a very difficult thing to do. It takes determination and commitment and follow-through. It takes a devotion to another person and a loyalty to higher ideals. It takes great courage to forgive. The wimpy thing, the easy thing to do is NOT forgive.

Have you ever tried to be compassionate and patient? It’s not natural. It’s not easy. It takes tremendous discipline. Being a person of peace in the world we’re in takes a massive amount of courage and boldness. And it’s risky. It’s much safer to join in on all the slander and lies and expressions of outrage.

But those are the old clothes. That’s the old wardrobe, before you were raised with Christ. You wear different clothes now. People know by your kindness, gentleness, patience, and love that you live in a different reality and you serve a different King.

Peace,
Allan

Their First Rodeo

For the second time this week, our twin grandsons celebrated their first birthday by tearing into a cake, this time in front of several dozen family and friends. And they did not disappoint. By the time it was over, both Samuel and Elliott were up to their elbows in butter cream icing and had bits of cake hanging off their faces and sticking to just about every square inch of their bodies. The cow-print drop cloth was just big enough to contain the chaos.

The party was cowboy-themed: “This IS our first rodeo!” So I borrowed a pair of boots from Jim Tuttle, purchased a straw hat from Hobby Lobby for $11.99, and did my best to blend in. Here are the super proud grandparents. And Valerie and David with their precious boys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We held the party in the gathering space of the Jenks Church, where Valerie and David live and worship and serve with some of the best people I’ve ever met. Carrie-Anne and I continue to thank God for this congregation of his people and for the ways they have welcomed and embraced our daughter and her family. They are part of a real Christian community here where they really love each other, take care of each other, and truly enjoy being together. It’s a tight group, man. It’s a young and vibrant church, growing and serving, learning and proclaiming together–we love hanging out with them!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It looked like almost everybody at the party got to hold and connect with at least one of the boys–part of the beauty of having two of these little guys is that it cuts the wait time to hold one of them in half. We ate barbecue sliders and nachos, enjoyed ice cold root beer and Rice Krispie treats, and visited with a few far flung friends we don’t get to see that often. And we loved watching Elliott and Sam rip into those cakes. After about ten minutes, Elliott looked like he was slipping into a sugar coma and Sammy was deliriously singing to his cake. So, we called it. Hosed ’em off. Told everybody “bye” and put them down for their naps.

Early next week, they’ll probably be wondering why they haven’t been given a cake. What did they do wrong? Why did the cakes stop?

Peace,
Allan

Birthday Week

The grandsons turned one-year-old on Wednesday, so Whitney and I made the drive to Tulsa to meet Carrie-Anne in time for their first haircut, the birthday dinner at Hideaway Pizza (their favorite), and some birthday cake right before bed.

(Thank you to Valerie who gave the banner at the top of my blog a serious makeover last night while we watched the Rangers blow a 6-1 lead in the 7th inning.)

It seems like only four or five months ago when Elliott and Samuel were born 45-seconds apart early, early, early on a Tuesday morning in Tulsa. We sent David and Valerie off to the hospital with our prayers at 4am, and absolutely could not go back to sleep. Carrie-Anne and I just laid there on that futon in their sun room and talked about how, in just a couple of hours, all our lives were about to be dramatically changed. Turns out, we had no idea.

I didn’t know we would actually drive from Midland to Tulsa once a month. Every month. And that sometimes that meant two cars. I didn’t know how three or four weeks without seeing the boys could seem like forever. I’ve remembered how locking eyes with an infant and receiving a knowing smile brings me so much joy, and how little tiny arms stretched out to me immediately shifts whatever else I had in mind. We buy two of everything. Everything. I don’t even know how to describe the feelings I get watching Valerie love her own children. Watching her talk to them. Play with them. Take care of them. These boys and everything about them have filled a place in my heart I didn’t even know I had twelve months ago.

Just to complete the bit, here are the birthday pictures taken on the same jungle-themed blanket they came home in. These two who started out as scrawny little squids have grown into such active, smart, funny, adventurous little boys. Or, I should say, huge boys. They get their size from David’s side and it’s happening fast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some pics from the haircuts. Sammy sat perfectly still for his while, of course, Elliott jumped and squirmed and wiggled through the entire ordeal. The lady who cut Sammy’s hair did it all by herself–not a problem. It took a team of four people to wrangle Elliott and hold him down for his. And the haircuts aged the boys by like four years! They looked like they were ready to start kindergarten!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, at the end of the day, the cake. White birthday cake with strawberry filling and butter cream icing. A single candle they both tried to grab, not blow out. And a massive mess all over everything. They loved it. They did everything one-year-olds are supposed to do with a birthday cake. A warm up act for a bigger performance at their birthday bash on Saturday. We should have used a bigger drop cloth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to Elliott and Samuel! Two little rugrats. Two precious gifts to us from God’s grace.

Peace,
Allan

Brazil Bound

You are looking at the ten-day forecast for Campo Grande, Brazil, the home of SerCris Training School, which our GCR Church of Christ established almost 50 years ago and has supported in a variety of ways ever since. I and twelve of my brothers and sisters from GCR are flying to Campo Grande tomorrow for an eight-day mission trip to build tighter relationships and offer as much encouragement to the SerCris students and staff as we can. Among the many things we are planning to do together–worship, sight-seeing, World Cup parties, devotionals, painting classrooms, Texas Night–is a massive sidewalk removal and replacement project on the school campus. This is the centerpiece project of our trip, tearing out and replacing more than 1,800 square feet of concrete and stone pavers.

I have never once in my life ever prayed against rain and I’m not about to start now; that’s the kind of thing that’ll get you disfellowshipped from most Texas churches. But I am packing an extra pair of shoes and a waterproof jacket.

Our twin grandsons turned eleven-months-old yesterday and they are becoming more active and more expressive by the day. They couldn’t get any cuter or more adorable. But they are getting big and a little harder to contain. Happy Monthday, Boys!

Peace,
Allan

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