I Dig Rescuers
It’s nice to hear that this one turned into a rescue instead of a recovery.
I dig rescuers. God bless’em, every one.
It’s nice to hear that this one turned into a rescue instead of a recovery.
I dig rescuers. God bless’em, every one.
I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.
-Eric Liddell, Chariots of Fire
And 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
I’m proud to be representing African American coaches, to be the first African American to win this. This means an awful lot to our country.
But again, more than anything, I’ve said it before, Lovie Smith and I, not only the first two African Americans, but Christian coaches showing that you can win doing it the Lord’s way, and we’re more proud of that.
–Colts coach Tony Dungy following his victory in Super Bowl XLI
It was short and sweet, the best sermon that I had heard (or seen) all day.
Sometimes, 20 second sermons are the very best kind of all.… Read the rest
Behold, proof positive that God is a woman after all, and that she lives in San Antonio.
H/T Seattle Soccer Mom.… Read the rest
I know some of you were losing sleep over this, so I thought I would let you know:
Dr. Burke is in rehab and everything is going to be okay.… Read the rest
Looks like Boo’s back, uncovering the past as always.
Harding alum and 2006 Pulitzer nominee Jerry “Boo” Mitchell is a violent racist’s worst nightmare. And to think, I knew him when he was wearing that dorky top hat and orange suspenders. Ever the campus subversive, he could sure rake that Harding muck (such as it was).… Read the rest
We’re off to Searcy, Arkansas today to give Number One Son, who turned 18 yesterday (Happy Birthday Number One–don’t forget to register for the draft!), one last chance to look over Harding University before making the decision about where he will spend the next four years of his life.
We’ve told him that this is his first Big Decision as a budding adult and that we’re for the most part butting out. Our strategy is that if he chooses one and then hates it, he can’t blame us–or so we think. He’s applying to Harding, the University of Alabama and Davidson College in North Carolina.… Read the rest
I don’t recall having written much, if anything, in this blog about Iraq. I tend to keep my peace on things about which I know little. But against my better judgment, I hereby break my silence.
These days it’s hard to find many insightful pieces about Iraq that aren’t leaden down with emotionalism and bile. However, I ran across one written by James Wiser, a librarian at Pepperdine University with whom I’ve recently had a playful verbal joust regarding Alabama’s hiring of Nick Saban.
On the heels of that comes a very scholarly and even-handed piece on Iraq and just-war doctrine written by former Navy officer Chris Dowd which appeared recently in Commonweal.… Read the rest
Well, that didn’t take long:
First the internet (thanks a million, Al), then blogs and now YouTube. How did the human race survive without them?
Have you seen this so-called “lovable” mascot? If so, please be aware that he is considered ornery and armed with a wicked left velvet paw. He is accused of having a little “bouncy, trouncy, pouncy, punchy” fun with an annoying dweeb. The only problem is that he didn’t “suckerpunch” him nearly hard enough.
If you do see him, call animal control immediately and head for the hills before you have your own “nightmarish” encounter with this Tigger with a ‘tude. Here is video of the “attack” (which reveals considerable horseplay taking place prior) and here is the video of CBS News’ morning anchor Hannah Storm (click “Tigger Trouble”) interviewing the traumatized teen, his father and, of course, their lawyer.… Read the rest
Among the immutable facts of life this morning:
Please feel free to pitch in with a few immutable facts of your own.… Read the rest
(photo by Michael Palmer of TideSports.com)
Update 1/4: Hmmm. Pom poms instead of palm leaves…a Lear jet instead of an ass…
With the recent day of mourning in honor of President Gerald Ford, it seemed fitting to revive my dormant series, Blogging the Wonder Years.
What’s the connection? Well, as you may recall, in my personal journal that I kept for Ms. Fine’s 7th grade class at Burnt Chimney Elementary School in Wirtz, Virginia, I not only dealt with my “touchy-feely” emotional side, adolescent angst and roiling hormones, but I also responded to the issues and events of the day. Previous excerpts included reflections and rants on my personal emotional and psychological growth during my first 6 years of elementary school, guys with long hair, so-called friends who called me “shorty,” cussing and the 70’s music scene (highly recommended since that was my highest comment post ever).… Read the rest
When I started Ocular Fusion, I never dreamed it would lead to such an honor.
I just want to thank all the little people who played a relatively minor role in making this possible.… Read the rest