Category: Stanglin Family (Page 24 of 26)

Three-And-A-Quarter Inches

LegacyInTheSnowFriday morning following the Blizzard of ’08. I’m running late for the Annual Four Horsemen Advance with Jason, Kevin, and Dan. We’re going to Tyler this year. I’m supposed to be at Dan’s house in Forney in less than 90-minutes and I’m nowhere close to ready yet. Whitney’s mouth looks like Helter Skelter right now with all the blood and saliva and stitches and swelling. Bless her heart. It’s really horrible. But the doctors say everything went perfectly well, they were able to do everything they needed to do with her gums, and she should be just fine in about a week. Carrie-Anne’s taking her back to the doctors at 1:00 this afternoon for a checkup. Thank you so much for your prayers and your cards and your well-wishes for the Whitster this week.

 I’ll be able to get everybody caught up on everything Monday. But I did want to post a few pics this morning of our snow. I measured 3-1/4 inches in our front yard at about 4:00 yesterday afternoon. As always, click on the pics for the full size. Everybody have a great weekend.

Carley StanglinManor  Val  Steve  TwoGals

Peace,

Allan

Red Letter Weekend for the Stanglins!

C-ACarrie-Anne and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary yesterday. And in a lot of ways it was a typically busy Sunday. In the card I gave her yesterday morning while she was still in bed I wrote, “Happy Anniversary. I love you. Looking forward to the funeral.”

Stan’s memorial service was just one of the ministry duties that we shared together yesterday. In fact, our first “alone” time of the day didn’t come until about 7:00 last night, after we had dropped the girls off with the Byrnes and headed to Grapevine.

And I do love being alone with Carrie-Anne. Carrie-Anne

Part of what keeps me falling deeper in love with her day after day is watching her with other people. I love the way she interacts with young children. I love the way she still lights up when she talks about her bi-lingual students at the Marble Falls pre-K. I love her patience and kindness she shows to our daughters when she’s helping with homework or they’re helping with cooking dinner. I love the way she’s embraced this whole preacher’s wife thing, opening up in ways I’ve never seen before. I love the way she’s right by my side praying with sick people at the hospital, visiting a grieving family before a funeral, or just shaking hands with our brothers and sisters after an assembly. She’s so friendly and funny and warm and considerate. I’m proud of her. And I love her.

WiggedOutBut I really like being alone with her. Like most couples our age we do spend a lot of time talking about our kids and our jobs. But we also like to talk about our past together. Carrie-Anne has a fabulous memory and a wonderful way of recalling the funniest little details of our life together. And we laugh. And we sigh. And we both marvel at how God has worked in our lives to bring us together, to keep us together, and to work through us for his Kingdom.

Carrie-Anne is the most forgiving, most compassionate, most loyal person I know. And I know. I’m the Carrie-Annegrateful recepient of a whole lot of that forgiveness and love and loyalty. I’m blessed with much more than I could ever deserve in my amazing wife.

Thank you, baby.

I do. And I always will.

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Thanksgiving at Aunt Pam’s in Fort Worth. Carrie-Anne’s not asleep in this photo. She just always closes her eyes when a shutter goes off. From right to left on the couch that’s C-A, her mom, Aunt Pam, and the Whitster. The other photo is Valerie with Pam’s new little runt of a dog, Allie.

PopPop’sGirls  Val&Allie

Snow and sleet most of the afternoon. Who knew? Carley (in her tank top!) and Valerie spent a couple of hours outside with the wintry mix. Whitney wasn’t about to be pulled away from the Cowboys blowout win by anything. It could have been raining Oreos and she wouldn’t have left the TV.

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Friday was spent putting up the Christmas tree, decorating the house for the holidays, and installing the lights on the house. Sometimes we even decorate the kids. Goofy.

CarleyAsTree Done

Valerie’s my adventurous daughter who never lets me get on the roof for anything without coming along.

ValRoofShot Dad&Val

WonderfulLifeOne of our holiday traditions is that we put up the tree the day after Thanksgiving, eat a family dinner together, and then watch “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Popcorn and Dr Pepper and eggnog. Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it. “A man is no failure who has friends.” “To George Bailey, the richest man in town.” My favorite part of that movie is when George comes home after spending all day looking for the lost $8,000. Mary asks him how his day was and he says, “Another red letter day for the Bailey family!” And then he just totally goes off on his whole family. He yells at his daughter playing the piano. He yells at his son who wants to know how to spell something. He insults Mrs. Welch, Zu-Zu’s teacher, over the phone. But my favorite line is when he and Mary are alone in the kitchen and he looks at her and says, “You call this a happy family? Why’d we have to have all these kids?” The ‘red letter day’ quote gets thrown around at our house a lot. But that line about ‘all these kids’ is my favorite.

Peace,

Allan

Thank You, Lord

“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.”              ~1 Chronicles 16:34

 As I sit at the computer this morning I hear the sounds of our girls playing in the living room and I smell some wonderful cinnamon bread thing that Carrie-Anne has working in the kitchen. It’s freezing outside, but toasty in here. Sunday’s sermon is finished. At noon today we’ll head over to Aunt Pam’s house for a feast of delicious foods, wonderful fellowship with a loving family, and lots of football.

I’m surrounded by blessing. My cup overflows. Thank you, Lord.

I’m eternally grateful for our God’s providence, for his perfect sense of timing, his foresight. At just the right time, he introduced me to Carrie-Anne. This amazing woman who loves me unconditionally and is patient with me and challenges me and pushes me and makes me laugh. I’m not certain I would be a disciple of Christ if it were not for Carrie-Anne. Oh, I’d be a “Christian.” I’d be in a church somewhere. But I’m not sure I’d be a disciple. And I know without a doubt, without her encouragement and confidence, I would not be a preacher of the Gospel.

We celebrate 18 beautiful years of marriage together this Sunday. More on her then. Thank you, Lord.

I’m grateful for the blessings of our three little girls. So precious. So talented. So sweet. So funny. So fun. They make me laugh. They keep us entertained—Carley with her wild, out of control dancing; Valerie with her outstanding sense of humor and funny faces; Whitney with her enthusiasm and passion for whatever it is she happens to be doing at the moment. They each love life so much. And I’m blessed to be able to experience my Father’s world through their eyes. Thank you, Lord.

I’m thankful for all of my family. My mom and dad who passed on the faith to me. There was never ever any doubt growing up that our Lord was the absolute most important thing to my parents and our family. And I’m grateful for that example that was rooted deep in my being, part of my DNA, even if it did take a while to blossom. I’m thankful for my sister, Rhonda, and for the thousands of happy memories we have growing up together. She never let go of me. And there were times when common sense says she should have. I’m thankful for my sister, Sharon, and for the compassion she has for others. She is a selfless giver, caring for the sick, raising the fallen, encouraging the burdened. She, too, has a passion for life and lives it to its fullest. I’m thankful for my brother, Keith, and for his deep love for God’s Word and for the Church. His wisdom far exceeds mine. His insights are invaluable to me. I find that every phone conversation with him leaves me encouraged and upbeat and confident and ready to tackle anything that comes my way in the name of the Lord. Those conversations need to happen more often, not less. All of my family, all of my aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents and in-laws, they all serve in wonderful ways to care for me and love me and push me. They’ve all been used by my Father, at different points, to mold me and shape me into the man I am. Thank you, Lord.

And I praise God today for giving me — me! — the opportunity to preach his Word. Are you kidding?!? Me? It’s the most amazing thing of all. Me. He sees something in me I never saw. He has a belief in me I’ve never had in myself. His faith in me is greater than my faith in him. I’m not worthy. I’m not holy. What does he think he’s doing, making me against all human logic the preacher at this huge church at Legacy? None of it makes any sense. He’s pushing me. He’s challenging me. He’s expecting great things out of me. Big things. And I know that he knows that I know it’s all going to have to come from him. And that gives me strength and confidence and courage and boldness. It’s all him. Thank you, Lord.

“Whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.”   ~Colossians 3:17

Peace,

Allan

Jesus v. Legion: No Contest.

What a wonderful, hectic, crazy, busy weekend with family and friends in the Kingdom of God!

GracetonRetreatPicThe Graceton Family Retreat at the Heart’s Bluff Game Ranch in Mt. Pleasant was so encouraging and so much fun. Our brothers and sisters at the Graceton Church were so very warm and welcoming to my family and me. We ate wonderful food. We sang and prayed together. And we spent a lot of time talking about discipleship and what it means to be a follower of our rabbi, Jesus the Christ. It’s so uplifting to realize how large God’s Kingdom is. We focus on doing the Lord’s work in our little corners of the Kingdom. And it’s so easy to get so wrapped up in that and lose the bigger picture of God’s work of reconciliation and salvation being done all over this globe. Out in East Texas, the Graceton Church is doing God’s work. And God is working through them and with them.

The best part of the retreat, for the kids probably, was the fishing tournament. None of my three girls have ever even been fishing before. (I know. Blame me. I’m a horrible dad.) And fishing off a pier into a stock tank absolutely loaded with all kinds of fish was the best way for them to start. It was so easy. I think we could have dropped our hooks in there without any bait and caught our limit. Whitney caught four or five. Valerie caught two. And Carley caught six fish in a little over 30 minutes! She actually won the trophy for the age group 12 and under. She was so proud and excited. She actually slept with the trophy wrapped in her arms on the way home. And she took it to school this morning to show all her friends.

WhitFish  ValFish  CarleyFish  CarleyTrophy

 Thanks to Jason and Tiersa and all the Graceton Church family for the wonderful weekend. May we all be covered by the dust from our Savior’s feet.

We got home at just before 7:00 Saturday night. And my parents arrived at our house about three minutes after we did. It was good to have mom and dad with us overnight and then all day Sunday. We didn’t get to visit as much as I would have liked. Sunday is a real work day for me now. But we shared parts of three meals together and Grandpa got to beat Whitney in air hockey.

And then, last night’s Trunk or Treat here at Legacy. What a huge production! I think there were more people from our North Richland Hills and surrounding communities than there were of us. All the cars were elaborately decorated. The Swafford’s set-up was hilarious. John & Suzanne’s spider car was incredible. The costumes were imaginative. Everybody had a great time with all the kids. And I think we put on a good face for our Lord in our community.

CatInHatByrnes  KeithWagon  SusieIncredible  TeenageMutants  Val&Olivia

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We had a wonderful time in the Worship Center last night considering the Mark 4-5 story of Jesus and his disciples in the Gerasene Graveyard. I split the congregation up into five sections and assigned each section a different sound effect — scary organ music, thunder and wind, pigs, and the theme from “Jaws” — and then told the story like we were directing a horror movie. Everybody really got into it. Tom Hunn absolutely stole the show with his pained, agonizing howls from the cliffs. And I think telling the story this way, with everybody involved and engaged, really opened up the deeper theological truths behind this very familiar passage.

Jesus embark on a daring invasion to claim alien turf under enemy occupation to prove there’s no place in the world, there’s no corner of this earth, that he does not intend to extend God’s reign. And that speaks to us. Whatever demons in your life are working to isolate you from the community of faith — no matter how low you go or how far away you get — Jesus is bent on rescuing you. He’ll fight through the devil’s storm to rescue you. God is looking for you. Even if you’re across the lake, in an unholy land filled with demons and swine.

It’s amazing to me how the evil spirits tremble in the presence of Jesus. They immediately recognize the divinity of Jesus as the Son of God and they know they’re up against vastly superior firepower. No contest. They beg for mercy before the fight even starts. Please don’t punish us! Please don’t destroy us! It’s over before it begins. There’s no suspense. No tension in the plot. No wonder in the outcome. And while that makes for a lousy movie ending, it’s a wonderful reality for us. And whatever demons are torturing you — doubt, guilt, habits, pain — they’re powerless in a fact-to-face meeting with our God. Our Lord has the desire and the will and the power to obliterate those demons and cast them into the deepest bottom of the Abyss.

And it’s amazing to me that, in his encounter with the Christ, the tortured man is made whole. He’s given peace. Scripture tells us the man is clothed, he’s in his right mind, he regains his family and his home, and he’s given a mission. He has a purpose in his life: to tell everyone what the Lord has done for him.

Jesus has rescued me. He’s saved me from demons that would destroy me. And I can’t shut up about it. And he’s looking to save you. He’ll stop at nothing to redeem you. He’ll go through the storm. He’ll cross all the barriers of time and space. He wants nothing more than for your movie to have a happy ending. He wants your movie to have that guaranteed outcome with no suspense and no tension.

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It was so Scott Boras and so A-Fraud of them to make the announcement that he’s opting out of his Yankees deal during the 7th inning of Game Four of the World Series. He can’t show up at the World Series to receive an award from Hank Aaron. But he can upstage Major League Baseball’s Fall Classic. A lesson learned from Jerry Wayne, I suppose. Duane came into the offices this morning talking about how the Angels and the Rangers were the front-runners for A-Fraud’s services. No way. If Tom Hicks will just see this for the blessing it is and spend the $21 million over the next three years on a pitcher, we’d all be much better off. You’re finally, for the first time in seven years completely clear and free of this clown, just let it go. Spend the money on something other than a clubhouse nuisance.

Peace,

Allan

Concerning the Smarter of the Stanglin Boys

I got the looks. He got the brains.

Allow me a moment today to brag on my little brother, Keith. Or, I should say, Dr. Keith D. Stanglin, esteemed Bible professor at Harding University. Keith did his dissertation research on “Jacobus Arminius and the Roots of the Leiden Debate over the Assurance of Salvation” at Leiden University in the Netherlands. And now he’s signed a contract to publish another work, The Lost Public Disputations of Jacobus Arminius: Introduction, Text, and Commentary.

Look at some of these comments about my little brother in a letter from the publisher, Wim Janse at Leiden:

He says Keith is notable for his “independence as a scholar, his linguistic skills (in reading and exploring a vast corpus of early modern theological texts in Latin), his ingenuity (also in tracing and attributing 27 new disputations to Arminius), and his unpretentiousness and sense of humor.”

He claims to be impressed by Keith’s “erudition, originality, and ability to express difficult matters (in fact, Reformed scholastic theology, drawing from medieval philosophy) in clear language.”

He lauds Keith’s “lucid style as he combines sober, succinct, and balanced scholarly prose with crystal-clear explanations of intricate theological questions.”

Of Keith’s published dissertation, Janse writes, “The author is a born teacher.”

Most of the book Keith is writing now will be original texts in Latin. Keith is writing the English introductions to each of the 15 chapters or arguments, plus all the footnotes, plus the commentary. Kind of like a Study Bible for these arguments about divine election and man’s free will from the 17th century. It’s not something you’ll be able to find at Mardell. But the publishers are calling it “a major step forward in the international scholarly research on Arminius and early modern Reformed theology.”

They call Keith the “world’s leading scholar on Arminius and Arminius’ thought.” And he’s scheduled to be one of the keynote speakers at an international conference at Leiden in 2009.

I’d like to think I had something to do with encouraging Keith and pushing Keith and recognizing in Keith all of this potential when we were younger. But I’m afraid holding him on my shoulders at the Stevie Ray Vaughn concert at Fair Park and taking him to Rangers games at old Arlington Stadium and introducing him to the Naked Gun series of movies probably didn’t have much of an impact. At least not in that direction.

I’m so very proud of my little brother and all he’s accomplishing in the field of Reformed theology on this international scale. It blows me away. It really hit home to me the very first time I gave a chapel talk in my second semester at Austin Grad when Dr. Mark Shipp accidentally introduced me as Keith Stanglin. Being ten years younger than me, and going to the same church and the same schools as me, Keith was forever called Allan. His whole life. And now, in a seminary in Austin, Texas, I was being called Keith. Perfect.

Keith is doing tremendous work for the Kingdom, not just in the field of academics at Harding and abroad, but in the preaching and teaching he does in their church in Searcy and in the way he lives his life for our Lord. My phone conversations with him are always educational and encouraging. He inspires me.

Way to go, little bro! Congratulations! I love you.

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The November 4 deadline is looming for members here at Legacy to sign up to be Small Groups Co-Leaders. We’ve had more informational meetings, formally and informally, over the past couple of weeks than we’ve had in the previous three months combined. But it’s all very, very rewarding. For every person or family who’s reluctant to grab the dream and see the vision, there are a dozen others who absolutely can’t wait to get started.

One such family is Ron and Stephanie Frost. Stephanie tried to comment on one of these posts a couple of days ago, regarding small groups, but somehow my SPAM guard grabbed it and just now released it. Sorry about that. Here’s Stephanie’s post:

Gripes! I wrote a long-winded note yesterday to throw some support your way regarding small groups. I obviously did something wrong b/c it didn’t show up!

Here I go again… Ron and I are very excited about this change. We have experienced small groups at a previous church home and it was a huge blessing in our lives.

As new members at Alameda C of C, small groups gave us an immediate place to belong. We were instantly part of a ‘group’. It gave us access to ministry opportunities right from the start. It gave us a face and a name in a medium sized congregation where we could have easily disappeared. People missed us and not only that, called us when we didn’t show. (which we rarely didn’t show b/c our attendance mattered – when one couple is missing from a small group, the dynamics are effected)

As we became not-so-new members, they were our family. They knew our prayer concerns – big and small and we knew theirs. We prayed with each other, celebrated with each other, comforted each other…. They waited for HOURS at the hospital waiting for Brighton to be born. My parents couldn’t believe how packed our hospital room was when she finally arrived. One couple even went on a Bueno run for me!

I have experienced big, medium and small churches. I love different things about all of them. One thing that small groups accomplish really well is preventing the ’somebody else is already doing it’ dilema that can occur in medium and large congregations. Some things; jobs, ministries,and unfortunately PEOPLE can be overlooked and ignored – not because people aren’t thinking of them or caring, but b/c people ASSUME someone else is doing it. With small groups, we KNEW where the responsibility was. This is not to say the church as a whole didn’t pull together; however, the small groups were integral in initiating such endeavors b/c of the intimate knowledge and relationships that were developed.

Small groups create a non-threatening nuetral territory for non-church goers or those from differing denominational backgrounds. People can learn about and develop relationships with Christ in a living room. We witnessed this multiple times. Eventually, when their ‘church barriers’ would be broken down, they would come to Sunday mornining worship – already as baptized believers!

And just to touch on ‘multiplying’, b/c we weren’t allowed to say ’split’. Yes, our group grew and multiplied. Praise God! No, we didn’t lose friends. We gained more close friends that spread church wide. New leaders were continually being developed and sent out to grow God’s Kingdom. Isn’t that what it’s all about anyway?

I know this isn’t supposed to be about us; however, selfishly, I am so excited about this change. Since I believe in the whole, ‘what you think about, you bring about idea…’ I am thinkin’ our small group is going to ROCK!

In Him,
steph

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As in every single thing we do, if you expect it to be great and wonderful, it will be. If you think it’ll be lousy, it will be. I know the Frosts and the Greens group is going to be fantastic. I know our group will be terrific. And I’m excited to see how our Father is going to “do that thing he does” in our church family through our Small Groups efforts.

Peace,

Allan

The Anti-Christ Church

The title of today’s post is taken from Eugene Peterson’s The Jesus Way.

We had another of our wonderful Small Groups Planning Committee Meetings last night, a beautiful blend of young and old, men and women, the practical and the creative, thinkers and doers, all committed to helping our Legacy church family become more closely connected with each other and our God. At one point our discussions last night turned to the Lord’s Supper. Communion. The Eucharist. The purpose of that fellowship meal. How it works. And the power of sharing that meal with God’s people around a Christian table.

The Lord’s Supper is a living, breathing metaphor that portrays our complete unity with each other and our total submission to our Father. God calls us to the table — in a congregational setting on a Sunday morning with several hundred other disciples or with a dozen brothers and sisters in Jim and Pat’s kitchen — to enter into that four-fold liturgy that we find in the Passover and in the Last Supper and in each of Jesus’ resurrection meals: taking, blessing, breaking, and giving.

In our communion together, the life of Jesus is taken and blessed and broken and distributed. And that shapes our lives as we give ourselves to each other and to our community. Christ in us is to be taken, blessed, broken, and shared in our testimony and service. Christ in us was distributed to over 2,300 needy people here Saturday — economically disadvantaged children, single mothers, jobless fathers. And it’s around the table where that style of living is nurtured and taught.

But that’s not the American Way. Sharing a meal together in the name of Jesus in someone’s house isn’t enough. It’s not nearly “enough” for the American Christian. We need bigger and flashier and better and louder. We’re a nation of consumers. And so we try to get people into our churches by giving them what they want. Eugene Peterson writes:

“We identify what they want and offer it to them, satisfy their fantasies, promise them the moon, recast the Gospel in consumer terms: entertainment, satisfaction, (I would add “experience”), excitement, adventure, problem-solving, whatever. This is the language we Americans grow up on, the language we understand. We are the world’s champion consumers, so why shouldn’t we have state-of-the-art consumer churches?

Given the conditions prevailing in our culture, this is the best and most effective way that has ever been devised for gathering large and prosperous congregations. Americans lead the world in showing how to do it. There is only one thing wrong: this is not the way in which God brings us into conformity with the life of Jesus and sets us on the way of Jesus’ salvation. This is not the way in which we become less and Jesus becomes more. This is not the way in which our sacrificed lives become available to others in justice and service. The cultivation of consumer spirituality is the antithesis of a sacrificial, ‘deny yourself’ congregation. A consumer church is an anti-christ church.”

With the “end” in mind: the giving of our lives fully to Christ and his Kingdom, the “means” really do matter. In fact, aren’t the end and the means really the exact same thing?

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Larry Tolleson has sent me a bunch of pictures he took while we were at Texoma a couple of weekends ago. I was mostly interested in the shots of Tate rounding second during the kickball game. Larry provides pictures of Tate running to third(notice Shanna in the four-wheeler in the background that started the tragic chain of events) and of Tate immediately after he separates his shoulder. He missed the actual slip and fall that resulted in the injury. Or maybe he just chose not to forward that picture, proving that his feelings toward Tate and his situation are much more sensitive than mine.  But he also got a clean shot of Jennifer trying to cram his arm back in the socket. Ah, memories.

HeadedToThird  TateGoesDown Separation

Here are some other random shots of us and the kids that weekend.

Carley FirstTime? HomeRun  Hot&Steamy MadFace  WhitGoesDeep

Peace,

Allan

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