What's the deal with the blurring line?

Sometimes, what I read seems so real that I'm not always sure it didn't really happen!
For example, I am quite certain that Marcellus really never was the same after The Robe.
Showing posts with label Things to Admire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things to Admire. Show all posts

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Super Bowl Coaches

Reminiscent of the days of Tom Landry!!!
Dungy and Smith haven't sold their souls in pursuit of the game's Holy Grail, and yet here they are, reminding us that good men can do great things, that nice guys can and do finish first. ...

Dungy and Smith are family men. And they still win.

You won't hear either utter a word of profanity. And they still win. They care about and foster relationships with their players. And they still win. They serve their communities. And still, somehow, they find time to do what it takes to prepare their teams. ...

Dungy and Smith are Christian men who serve the Lord first and spend nearly as much time serving their communities. ...

After they won their conference championships, you heard Smith talk about his "being blessed" and Dungy giving thanks to God. That isn't just lip service with these guys. As Christians they believe it is their responsibility to let their light shine whenever they're in the spotlight.

From The Point

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

A noteworthy response

Be encouraged by Gayle Haggard's letter to the women of her church, following her husband's revelation last week. She is courageous, challenging the women to watch as she weathers this crisis, as she "tries to prove faithful." By God's grace, may it be a beautiful picture!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

On being in a hospital

I'm reminded that I often intersect people's lives at a crisis point, and I appreciate the encouragement that it's often the little things that matter. Here is one woman's thoughts after undergoing a fearful time in the hospital. Below, I have copied an excerpt:
And yet, I know that in my darkest and most horrid moments at the hospital, it wasn't the words said that meant the most to me. I couldn't take them in, anyway. I'm sure people said things to me, and they were probably even the right things. But what I remember down to the inmost parts of my heart are things like the comfort of a warm, loving hug from a woman I had known a few hours, a pair of shoes from another new friend, a small bottle of hand lotion from another dear lady, the little boy who brought some small toys to my son's hospital bed, and the presence of that gentleman and his father at just the right time. In all of them, I saw and felt My Father. I hope there are people in your lives who minister such grace to you.