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The Twins & Tom Petty’s Birthday

Carrie-Anne, Whitney, and I are in Tulsa this weekend for our monthly trip to see the grandsons. And their parents. And it’s pretty great. At three-and-a-half-months-old, they make eye contact so much easier now. And when they do, it is awesome. So awesome. They’re really locking in and grinning at exactly the right times. And trying, really trying, to talk. Sammy has a sly little smile that melts your heart and Elliott smiles with his whole face, like he’s gut-laughing in silence. And it’s heaven to hold ’em.

We’re running errands together, decorating the yard for Halloween, and mainly just enjoying these precious gifts from our God.

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The great Tom Petty was born on October, 20 1950 in Gainesville, Florida, almost 75 years ago. To celebrate and to remember one of the greatest American singer/songwriters of all time, I’m posting below a live performance of King’s Highway from the Into the Great Wide Open album. To me, this song kinda captures everything I’ve always loved about Tom.

Tom Petty always communicated a realistic look at the problems all around us. His songs never hold back when it comes to pointing out faulty power structures, political corruption, senseless violence, and unfulfilled promises. And we love that about Tom. But what I love even more—and this may be what draws us to Tom Petty—is that he underscores most of everything he writes and sings with HOPE.

I wouldn’t carry this too far, but Tom’s work is like the Psalms in the Bible. In that sense, I mean: Here’s what’s going on in my life, here’s what’s happening in this world or in my country or in my relationships that feels wrong and broken and bad. And things look bad and they feel bad. But that’s not the end of the story. That’s not the last line.

There is something better for us right around the corner; “there’s something good, waitin’ down this road.” Even on “Hypnotic Eye,” in “American Dream Plan B,” the main character doesn’t have a chance, everything’s stacked against him, “But like a fool, I’m bettin’ on happiness.” The last lines Tom sings on his last album, he ends the song and, yes, his life catalogue, by expressing and renewing our hope: “Waiting for the sun to be straight overhead, til we ain’t got no shadow at all.”

That’s why I just love “King’s Highway.” The music, the tempo, the words—it’s about hope. It FEELS like hope. There IS something left for us to believe. This song, to me, reflects so much of the attitude that I think drove all of Tom Petty’s writing and singing and playing. It’s what kept him going so well. For so long.

From Tulsa. Have a really great weekend.

Peace,

Allan

Are You Being a Neighbor?

Tony Romo played ten years as quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys. Dak Prescott is in his tenth season. Romo’s record as a starter was 78-49. Today, Dak’s record is 78-49-1. Dak’s career passer rating is 98.3, while Romo’s is 97.1. They each have two Wild Card playoff victories and nothing more. The past ten years have been exactly like the ten years before that. Exactly. And it’s not either one of those quarterbacks’ fault.

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Jesus and the Jewish lawyer are debating God’s great command. The expert in the Scriptures tells Jesus the greatest command is “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind and love your neighbor as yourself” (Luke 10:27). Jesus tells him he has answered correctly. The Greek word is orthos, as in orthodox. You have not only given the correct answer, Jesus is saying, you have given the only answer! Do this and you will live.

“And who is my neighbor?”

See, obeying this commandment is either going to be easy or hard depending on who my neighbor is. I’m either going to do this or not, depending on who we’re talking about. So, let’s define the terms. Who is my neighbor?

Luke tells us he’s wanting to justify himself. This biblical scholar wants to limit the scope of neighbor so he can say in front of this crowd following Jesus, “I’m doing it. I’m obeying that command.”

This religious leader is trying to create a distinction. The very question he asks suggests that some people are neighbors and some are not, so we’re required by God to love some people, but not all people. The question implies that God’s people are only called to love God’s people, and that we get to decide who God’s people are. The guy is saying some people are neighbors and some people are not neighbors based on geography or race or language or culture or skin color or citizenship status or socio-economic factors or something–some people are non-neighbors and God’s great command to love does not apply to them.

That’s what the expert in the Scriptures is saying. That’s what Jesus is responding to when he tells his story.

A man has been robbed. He has been attacked, stripped, beaten, and left for dead. A priest walks up and “saw” this victim, but he “passed” on the other side of the road and did nothing. A Levite happens up and also “saw” this man and also “passed” on the other side. He did nothing. Two religious leaders who’ve known and taught the command to love God and love neighbor for as long as they can remember–they “saw” and “passed.”

Then a Samaritan walks up and “saw” and “went” to the man. These verbs are important. Jesus says the Samaritan “saw” the man and he “went” to the man. He took care of the man’s wounds, he took the man to an inn, he paid for the man’s medical care, and promised to return and repay whatever was necessary.

Then, Jesus says, “Now, you define neighbor for me. Who’s the neighbor?”

Well, obviously, the one who showed mercy and acted in compassion and love.

And our Lord looks this expert right in the eye and gives him two more verbs: “Go and do likewise.”

Jesus is making his point crystal clear: Instead of worrying if someone’s my neighbor or not, Jesus says make sure you’re a neighbor!

Our job is never to evaluate the worthiness of others or to judge people as to whether they deserve compassion and love. Our job as children of God and followers of Christ is to demonstrate compassion and love It’s too make sure I’m being a neighbor and you’re being a neighbor to every person you see every day.

No more conversations or debates. No more questions and answers. No more religious loopholes, religious line-drawing, or religious double-talk. No more using God or the Word of God as a way to avoid or dismiss the very real hurting men and women we see all around us.

When we understand the story, we understand that something big is going on and I’m told I can get in on it. Actually, I’m told, “Go! Get in on it!”

Peace,
Allan

Buckling

It’s funny that the Cowboys stood their ground during Micah Parsons’ revenge game but couldn’t handle the revenge game for Rico Dowdle.

After telling several former Cowboys teammates last week that he was going to run angry and violently, after warning the Cowboys they had “better buckle up,” and after his grandstanding cautions went public, Rico went off yesterday for 183 yards rushing, 56 more yards receiving, and a touchdown in Carolina’s victory over Jerry’s team. It seems that if an opponent makes those kinds of statements, you do everything in your power to keep it from happening. You let Bryce Young throw for 500 yards and five touchdowns before you let Dowdle make good on his claims. That’s what must be so terrifying for Cowboys fans: Rico called his shot and delivered. Easily. Rico knows how bad the Cowboys defense is, called it out, and then ran around, over, and through it in dominating fashion.

The Cowboys defense is digressing. And that’s saying something. Michael Irvin posted yesterday, “I’ve never seen an NFL defense with so many people running wide open!” The six quarterbacks who have played against Dallas this year are averaging 287 yards per game with a total of 15 TDs.

Rico said after the game that the Cowboys “were not buckled up.” No, sir. They are buckling.

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I’ve been getting about one text per week for the past two months from friends with no ties to Dallas Christian High School sending me screen shots of this Facebook post, asking me if I played on that 1985 football team. That team won the TAPPS State Championship, the first in school history, and the first of three straight state titles. This post / meme / graphic / whatever is evidently making the rounds as members of that team celebrate the 40th anniversary of their historic achievement. And as my friends see it, they shoot me a text. “Did you play on that team?” “Are you in this picture?”

No! I am not in that picture and I did not play on that football team!

I was the class of ’85, which means I graduated in the spring of 1985. That football team won the state championship in the fall of 1985, which means they won three straight championships as soon as I graduated. We lost in the state championship game my sophomore year, got bounced in the second round of both my junior and senior seasons, and then the boys behind us sealed the deal by earning those huge gold footballs over the next three straight campaigns.

They honored that 1985 team at last Friday’s game at DC, gathering up mostly the seniors, it seems, for a nice tribute at halftime. I did play with all the guys in this picture, all of them during the two years before their title, some of them in junior high and JV. More than that, in that little private school, I did life with every one of them, and I remember them fondly. Randy Hill’s outsized personality, his dead-on impersonations of Coach Richmond, and his ability to always make us laugh. Jeff “Low Budget” Majors’ loyalty and friendship and understated compassion and care for others. Mark Cawyer’s leadership and his awesome tenor singing voice. Kyle Douthit’s unmistakable good-natured grumpiness. Robbie Beene’s squirrely penchant for pranks. And our beloved Coach T (“Settle down, little bodies”), who is still driving the team bus today.

Congratulations to the 1985 Dallas Christian Chargers on the 40th anniversary of our school’s first ever state championship.

“Skitta Bop.”
Allan

Peace. Please.

We thank God for these first significant steps toward peace in the Middle East. We pray for the Palestinians as they grieve and mourn and attempt to rebuild. We pray for Israel as they reunite with loved ones. We pray that God’s holy will be done in Gaza and in Tel Aviv just as it is in heaven.

We pray for peace in Eastern Europe between Russia and Ukraine. We pray for peace in our own country. Between reds and blues. Between rich and poor. Between Black and White.

We praise and we continue to appeal to our God whose eternal Kingdom knows no national boundaries and whose limitless love does not distinguish between races, cultures, languages, or citizenship status.

Peace. Truly.
Allan

House Divided

It’s the first Texas-OU game for the boys and David and Valerie have them decked out in opposing unis. Elliott is wearing Sooners red while Samuel is sporting the burnt orange of UT. Val sent us the picture this morning from their home in Tulsa and labeled it “House Divided.” But I’m not sure how divided it really is. It looks to me in this picture that Elliott is attempting to “Hook ‘Em” with his right hand.

C-A and I think the onesies should be switched. Elliott looks more like our side of the family, while Sammy looks more like David’s side.

Here’s hoping Arch Manning looks more like his uncles today.

Hook ‘Em,
Allan

Holding On

I thank God for refreshing my soul and rekindling my heart for his holy mission the way he does every single year at ACU’s Summit. My spirit is overflowing with gratitude today for our Lord and for the good people at Abilene Christian University who continue this annual gathering of church leaders despite the many challenges in providing physical space, brilliant content, inspiring worship, and relational opportunities for an increasingly digitized and individualized group of ministers and pastors.

We typically take seven or eight of our nine ministers on the team at GCR, but this year only four of us were able to make the two-hour drive for the event that covers parts of three days. We do our own tracks with our fellow preachers, youth ministers, children’s ministers, and formation ministers from all over Texas, the Southwest, and parts unknown. But we worship, take in the keynotes, and eat our meals together, sharing what we’ve learned, praying for each other, and laughing. On Thursday, we were honored to be joined for lunch at Twisted Root with Jason Minor, one of our amazing GCR teenagers who is enjoying the first weeks of his freshman year at ACU. We want to keep connections with our kids; what a joy to know that our kids want to maintain those connections with us.

I am at once dismayed and greatly encouraged to know that most preachers are dealing with all the same things when it comes to the current climates in our churches. Today, “Christian” means a lot of different things to a lot of different people, both inside and outside the Church. Some of those things are decidedly un-Christian, which is killing our witness to a desperate and dying world.

I’ll paraphrase what the brilliant Mark Hamilton said during a session on Isaiah 40-55 and its message to our present time and culture. He said the greatest gift the Church can give to our communities and to our world, is calm, reasoned discourse. We should call the demagogues for what they are–in the government and in our society, who they are and what they are doing–we should be clear about it. We should tell our brothers and sisters who are in the rabbit holes to repent and, if they don’t repent, to leave our congregations. Because people who are searching for God will discern very quickly that the church is not the place to seek. This is not a hypothetical; this is real. It is happening with a majority of younger people right now today.

Jerry Taylor’s powerful homily on our fear of death and the spirit of Cain and of the anti-Christ that is so prevalent in our communities and our churches left me feeling incredibly inadequate and gutless. I know my church needs to hear these things, I know I am called by our God to proclaim the truth that Christ lives and that Jesus alone is Lord and that we are collectively losing our minds and our souls by employing the ways of the world and chasing after political power to remake society in our own images. When I asked Jerry afterwards if he had a word for preachers like me in the situations we’re in–there are hundreds of us–he said, “Allan, there are bigger things at stake than your employment.”

I know courage thrives in community and in collaboration. That’s why I am so thankful for my pastor friends in Midland; for my longtime friendships with preachers I’ve known for 25-plus years; for Jason, with whom I study and pray and argue and laugh; and with guys and gals in our unique fraternity I’m just now meeting and getting to know. We hold on to Scripture. We hold on to justice. We hold on to love. We hold on to our Lord and the promises of our God. And we hold on to each other.

Peace,
Allan

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