death and transfiguration

I'm writing today to ponder the loss of one's parents. A friend of mine who says he is an atheist, has lost his father. He is dealing with many things, and I would surmise most importantly, the notion or thought that he will never see his father again, following his line of thinking.

That's a terrible thought when I consider my mom being dead for twenty-four years now and my dad being gone twenty years. It would be even worse to visit their grave and think I would never see them again. I am thankful for the faith that gives me hope that I will see them. My mother will not be in a wheelchair. My friend's father will be able to breathe comfortably and restored to new life, I believe, because I believe he was a Christian. My father will be his old robust self, renewed to life eternal in a new body, ready to worship our Lord.

If there is no hope, we are of all men most miserable. Thanks be to God for that hope. I lift up my friend's family, and especially my friend without Christ, in this their hour of need.

go morgan!

Yesterday afternoon, I had the wonderful privilege of watching Morgan Beckford sing at the Germantown Performing Arts Center. She did a great job, and she had quite a following...Mayor Wharton, the Board of Opera Memphis, Michael Ching, Steve Carey, and just about every doctor in Memphis. There were lights, spotlights, cameras, and action at every turn and she deserves it. Go Morgan!

go tigers go?

We couldn't quite go enough last night, and my Tigers went down, with the help of some questionable non-calls, to Mizzou.  I've been having a running facebook dialogue with the composer of Mendel and Moses, Jeremiah Ginsberg, who happens to be a UConn grad.  We'll see what happens Saturday when Mizzou tries to impose its pressing will on the Huskies.  I'll be rooting for the Tigers still, just the Missouri kind...

all i can say is....

It's March Madness!!!!!!!

If you stayed up last night to see history made between Syracuse and Connecticut, you know that this is what makes college basketball like no other sport.  Anyone, at any time, can rise above themselves to challenge the Titan of the day and send him to defeat.  What a game, what a month, what a time...to be alive!

Steve

hoops

hoops hoops and more hoops

So here we are, entering a new era. We anticipate good things, hoping for equality, justice, maybe even the American way.

As I watched the inauguration of President Obama here at White Station Middle School, I was so disappointed to hear a teacher cry out as he finished the oath of office, " No more Bush!" This was met with thunderous applause from the students, all of whom seem to already be staunch Democrats at the ages of 11 to 14, roughly.

How have we started a new era of tolerance if this is the gut reaction of a Teacher in front of an entire assembly full of students?