Category: Stanglin Family (Page 1 of 26)

Sing Loud, Die Happy

We’ve got Minnesota right where we want ’em. The Wild outplayed the Stars in Saturday’s Game One up and down the ice for the entirety of all three periods. They out-skated us and out-hit us, they won every face off and beat us to every loose puck, they out-shot us, out-fought us, out-hustled us, out-goalied us, and killed us on special teams. It was Game One. Again. For the eighth time in the Stars’ past ten playoff series. We’ve got ’em right where we want ’em.

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Coconut Cream Dr Pepper is back and it’s just as wonderful as I remembered! It’s been a couple of years since Dr Pepper first gave us this glorious option and then took it away almost as soon as it arrived–I didn’t realize how seriously they were using the phrase “limited edition.” For almost two years now I’ve been lamenting its demise and begging for its return. It’s back now–for how long, I don’t know–and it is still, by far, the very best of the many different flavored Dr Peppers. The coconut flavor is really strong–you smell it before your first sip and it lingers even after you swallow. It smells like summer and it tastes even better. And, yes, we are stocked up at Stanglin Manor.

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I have just ordered a book based on a review by D.J. Bulls in Restoration Quarterly, and I’m planning to read it before the end of the week. The book is called Sing Loud, Die Happy: An Exploration of How God’s Gift of Song is Meant to Change Us. The title is intriguing enough, yes? The author, Jim Thompson, surveys the entirety of Scripture to present a comprehensive case for the paramount priority of singing for the individual disciple of Jesus and for his gathered church. According to D.J., Thompson explores the whole of Church history and encourages us to reinvest in singing. He also quotes from a variety of historical Church and music figures, including Aristotle, Martin Luther, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and Bono. Here’s a quote from the book:

“We do not sing in worship to reflect our moods any more than our sermons should reflect our pet theories on the Gospel. Rather, quite bluntly, we sing in an effort to take us away from what we think and draw us toward what we ought to think, feel, and experience. We sing to create a mood more than to reflect one.”

And, from the last chapter, a list of ten encouragements for all of us:

1 – Sing with your family.
2 – Be a part of a church that enjoys singing and whose singing reflects the variety of song found in Scripture.
3 – Join a church where the song leaders aren’t trying to be faddish Christian celebrities but are shepherding people by inviting them into the transformative power of singing together.
4 – Learn and sing along to new music.
5 – Remember and sing along to old music.
6 – Look at people when you sing.
7 – Sing when you don’t feel like it.
8 – If you can’t sing with your lips, sing with your soul.
9 – Gather some friends for a sing-along.
10 – Sing with people different from you.

Singing is not only what we do; as children of God and followers of Christ Jesus, it is an important part of who we are.

Peace,
Allan

Stupid Stars

Valeri Nichushkin powered the puck past Jake Ottinger with 13-seconds left to force overtime and the hated Avalanche prevailed in the shootout to beat our Dallas Stars last night in a wild one at American Airlines Center. It was everything we expected, including the insane finish–it just didn’t go our way.

Again.

I can’t remember the last time we watched the Stars win a game in person. We do only attend once a year, sometimes twice, and we do only see the best of the best: longtime division rivals with playoff seeding on the line. But, the Stars have gone to the Western Conference Finals three straight years; this is a great team; you’d think we’d see them win a game we attend every now and then.

Our youngest daughter, Carley, and Carrie-Anne were blaming themselves for the rotten luck, until they both, almost at the same time, realized that I am the common denominator in the disappointment equation. The games Carley hasn’t made, I was there. The games Carrie-Anne stayed home, I was there. I think they’re secretly planning a girls-only Stars game now and I won’t know about it until Dallas beats Minnesota 6-5 or something.

The air really went out of the arena last night and, out of the Stars, too, it appeared, when Roope Hintz had to be carried off the ice midway through the second period with a knee injury. It looked terrible and, I think, contributed to Dallas blowing their 4-2 lead and losing the shootout.

Even with all that, we just had a wonderfully fabulous evening. We were up in the rafters, nosebleed seats, one row from the very top, but the place was packed, it was a battle between the top two teams in the NHL, it was a Friday night, it was against the Avs, and there was a lot riding on the outcome. So, it was everything we expected. Everything we wanted. Everything we love about Stars games.

Almost.

Peace,
Allan

By the Chimney with Care

We’re gonna need a bigger mantel.

My Christmas shopping is done, the sermon for our GCR Christmas Eve service is written and practiced and ready to go, the kids and grandsons and two dogs are coming in tonight, the egg nog is chilling in the fridge, and I’m ready for Christmas. To get yourself ready, give this video a watch. This is Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers performing their hit “Christmas All Over Again.”

The song was part of the “A Very Special Christmas” project in the 1990s that raised money for Special Olympics and this performance was during the “A Very Special Christmas” TV special filmed at the White House. It’s one of the very rare times Tom Petty sported short hair–maybe the only time. It’s a great song with a catchy tune, a nice hook, and subtle lyrics–like all Tom Petty songs. About the “distant relatives” he hasn’t seen in a while, Tom sings, “I kinda miss ’em; I just don’t wanna kiss ’em.” Enjoy.

Peace,
Allan

Trick or Treat

Obviously, I’m going to post a couple of pictures of our almost-four-month-old twin grandsons on their first Halloween. The picture above is Elliott and Samuel in their outfits for the day. Super happy. Excited to be alive in a place where there’s a day devoted to giving little kids lots of candy. The pictures below were taken right before the Halloween party–not quite as thrilled; the hats, probably–and then after all the friends went home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Also, as the timing would have it, my brother Keith is here in Midland to present a seminar on baptism for Center for Christian Studies. It’s a three-hour thing at Downtown Church of Christ on the who, how, and why of the gracious gift of baptism. So, he and Amanda and Keith’s colleague Todd Hall and his wife Cara are hanging out with us at Stanglin Manor.

Keith and I have both aged a bit. It’s been a tough year.

Happy Halloween!
Allan

The Enormous Abyss

The Rangers took two of three from the Astros over the weekend, the first of which Whitney and Carley and I experienced in person at Globe Life Field Friday night. It was a 12-inning triumph in which the kids, particularly Cody Freeman and Dustin Harris, again played pivotal parts. The atmosphere was electric, as it always is when these two Lone Star rivals get together. The World Series trophy was on display–I guess we want to remind all the Astros fans that we won it last–and it was our first time to see the brand new Adrian Beltre statue outside the centerfield gates. So we patted Beltre’s head, took the pic with the trophy, and then sent the selfie to all our Rangers friends after Harris’ 12th inning single drove home the winning run.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shockingly, the Rangers are still in this thing, just a half-game back of a wild card spot. Just as amazingly, if Texas can win just one of the three remaining games against the Astros, they will take the annual Silver Boot Trophy for the first time in nine years. And Myles Hill will have to buy me lunch at Whataburger.

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A prayer from A Cry for Mercy by Henri Nouwen. Especially if you are a minister or a congregational leader. My hope is that this might give voice to your heart in ways you never would have expected. And that you will be given encouragement and peace in our Lord Jesus Christ.

O Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

I am impressed by my own spiritual insights. I probably know more about prayer and contemplation than most Christians do. I have read many books about the Christian life, and have even written a few myself. Still, as impressed as I am, I am more impressed by the enormous abyss between my insights and my life.

It seems as if I am standing on one side of a huge canyon and see how I should grow toward you, live in your presence and serve you, but cannot reach the other side of the canyon where you are. I can speak and write, preach and argue about the beauty and goodness of the life I see on the other side, but how, O Lord, can I get there? Sometimes I even have the painful feeling that the clearer the vision, the more aware I am of the depth of the canyon.

Am I doomed to live on the wrong side of the abyss? Am I destined to excite others to reach the promised land while remaining unable to enter there myself? Sometimes I feel imprisoned by my own insights and “spiritual competence.”

You alone, Lord, can reach out to me and save me. You alone.

I can only keep trying to be faithful, even though I feel faithless most of the time. What else can I do but keep praying to you, even when I feel dark; to keep writing about you, even when I feel numb; to keep speaking in your name, even when I feel alone.

Come, Lord Jesus, come. Have mercy on me, a sinner.

Amen.

Sammy and the El-Man

Elliott and Samuel are not identical twins. As they approach their one-week anniversary of life and begin to fill out their faces and features, they do look more alike than they did on their birthday last Tuesday. But there are other differences, more subtle differentiations in personality and behavior, that are marking our twin grandsons as distinctive individuals.

The most obvious thing is the way Elliott prefers to have at least one arm straight up in the air at all times. Sometimes two; always one. It’s the funniest thing, the way his arm shoots up while he’s eating, in the middle of a nap, while he’s getting his diaper changed–all the time. Carrie-Anne says he’s praising God. I say he’s signaling for a fair catch.

 

Right now, I’m viewing Elliott as emotional and impulsive, while I see Samuel as contemplative and deliberate. Sammy seems serious, while Elliott seems ready to jump into action without counting the cost. Samuel’s little forehead is always wrinkled up and his arms always crossed in deep reflection. Elliott is fidgety and jumpy. They both have the deepest, bluest eyes. Elliott’s are opened more often. But Sammy’s, when they’re opened, are bigger and darker and striking in their depth. At this point, Sammy’s face is more expressive. The way he moves his eyes and mouth in seeming response to his circumstances, I keep expecting him to say something–something clever, something funny, something deep. I’ve been singing to both of them. Elliott prefers Tom Petty’s “All Right For Now,” while Samuel tolerates the Beatles’ “Golden Slumbers.” I’ve been talking to both of them about the things we’re going to be doing together very soon. And I’ve been informing them about our Creator and how loved they are by him and by all of us.

I’m sharing with you here two recently-released photos from the very first moments of our grandsons’ lives. One of the nurses in the delivery room Tuesday asked for David’s phone before the C-section and promised to take pictures. I didn’t see these until late Saturday. The first shot is Valerie seeing her newborn boys for the very first time and the second is their first family portrait. I think these are just incredible pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m in Midland today and tomorrow, taking care of some things around the house and the yard, before I head back to Tulsa early Wednesday morning for the rest of the week. This is our summer vacation this year — grandsons in Tulsa! And it’s awesome!

Peace,

Allan

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