Monday, 10/ 29/ 35. 6:10 AM
Father,
Thank you for your provision in this day. You are good and faithful to me, beyond my most minute understanding. TO the praise and glory of your name, take this day and use it for the coming of your kingdom. You are the Rock…and Alpha and Omega…the Great I AM. Thank you for revealing yourself to me through the person of your Son Jesus Christ some 30 years ago. You are so kind to me, to befriend in my time of need and desperation. Please continue teaching me in my next 30 years, that I might be used as an instrument of righteousness and peace.
…
Coffee’s black this morning, a shinny swirl of oil illuminating at the top… a swirl speaking the depths of eternity.
Had trouble waking up this morning after the weekend. Alarm went off at 5:45, but I snoozed until 6. Haven’t been sleeping very well, just thinking a lot about home/ people there, namely my dad. I hope to escape away for a weekend, maybe to take my son or someone close to me to fly out and visit.
Not to mention that running after the kids lately has been exhausting—I feel like it’s been a priority for me to continue forward with the parents on the soccer team especially. There’s this younger couple who are related to one of my old club kids from the high school I led at after leaving graduate school/ early in marriage—it’s just fun to see ever more clearly the depth of God’s intentionality toward me. It’s almost like He’s trying to prove that He’s been faithful to me in the deepest parts of my being, even since before I knew He was! It’s fun praying for them and their son, as I just keep asking for that same faithfulness, love, and renewed knowledge of His grace to daily invade their consciousness. More than just “faithful,” though—actually working out all that I am and forever will be as His son. I’m grateful for this, as I know that it forces me to be humble before the Lord in my circumstances. Honestly, I’ve just been praying for emotion/ passion behind pursuing relationships these days, as I don’t exactly see what direction I should go in. I’m thankful for the position God has placed me in with the people around me now.
Finding it hard to be faithful in prayer for the brothers, though—usually keep lifting up my family and the Whoppaheads, leaving little room for others to come through. I want to keep thinking generationally with my prayers, feeling burdened to really ask for God’s kingdom to come and His will to be done. What a deadly thought, to ask for my own doom!
“He must become greater, I must become less.” (John 3:30)
Please let my wife know that she is loved today. Confront her with all that she is in Jesus Christ.
Let my morning interactions with my children be holy, even if I simply look them in the eyes. May they truly know that your heart for them is that they know you and glorify you in thought, word, and deed.
Father, let your kingdom come today in the lives of the brothers… even as their names and faces flow through my mind, count this as my intercession for them. As hard as it’s been to be near them lately, please impress on them this day that they are loved by me…by you.
To the glory and praise of your name, God—thank you for this morning. May cereal breakfast with my rushing family be a manifestation of your rushing Spirit through our lives!
Amen…
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Rockbridge work-crew weekend
I had the privilege of going to Rockbridge Alum Springs this passed weekend for a high school outreach camp designed to support Young Life clubs throughout Virginia in their mission to introduce high school students to the person of Jesus Christ. My role this weekend was simple: help set tables for the camp meals.
Easy.
Oh, uh...there's going to be 523 campers this weekend.
Oh, and over 100 other workers and visitors in the camp.
Uhh, and you'll be heading up over 35 college freshmen who are working on minimal sleep, getting a break from calculus and term-papers to volunteer for the weekend, who are on a sugar-high like a clan of 13-year old children at a sleepover because you decided to feed them lollipops, cookies, and skittles all weekend. The highlight of our first night together was a Wrestlemania-esque battle royale between "dudes" (a term affectionately used to refer to males who ravenously wrestle one another for the right to claim alpha-male status at Christian weekend getaways). I felt like I was witnessing a classics battle of Hulk Hogan versus Andre the Giant at times-- it's moments like these that make me grateful to be a leader of the this burgeoning generation of leaders.
On to the actual work: I liken being a dining hall boss to being an NFL football coach, in that you go in with a plan of what you want to accomplish, but something always goes horribly wrong and you need to be creative on your feet. Luckily my co-worker for the weekend, Lauren Odderstol, was brilliant in said respect, castigating renegade workers as they strayed from their assignments. Okay, so neither of us needed to actually discipline anyone during the weekend. In fact, working just over 24 hours total for a weekend (from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon) seems like a breeze upon considering the workload for Summer camps, where the 5-week assignments teach work crew and work crew bosses an extraordinary amount about patience and poise under fire. For us, this was a great opportunity to get to know the freshmen from the University of Mary Washington (Eagles, not Fightin' Eagles...) and Virginia Tech (Hokies, not turkeys...).
Getting to witness to the glory of God through the quality of work we conducted was a huge priority, in that the campers spend almost 10% of their time over the course of a weekend in the dining hall facilities eating and witnessing various forms of entertainment: apparently someone misinterpreted a desire for music from the mid-90's group "Smashing Pumpkins" and decided to find their own alternative by taking a sledge hammer to a series of produce, including the ultimate moment of one rather robust high school boy exploding a healthy-sized pumpkin all over the first halo of tables surrounding the stage.
One work crew boy slowly siddled up to me as this display was taking place.
"Um, do you think they're going to get someone to clean that up?"
Oh, the innocence of youth, I thought.
"Definitely, bro: why don't you go grab some rubber gloves from the kitchen and get on that!"
I loved being able to witness club, a time where the gospel was presented in a very clear, concise way for high school students (and everyone in attendance) to hear who Jesus Christ is and what his purposes were while he was alive on earth in the flesh, not to mention the ruckus party-like attitude out of which a potent group of students are poised for hearing this message with skits and Justin Beiber's latest hits (don't worry, "Baby"--he's Canadian).
I prayed for tender hearts of high school students ready to receive this message as they heard the speaker at club telling the truth about sin in the world, its implications on their lives, and what Jesus promises through himself as a result of faith in him, his death, and his resurrection: a relationship with God. On Saturday night, the students were given 20 minutes during which all of the lights in camp were shut off and everyone was silent. This time was designed for them to be confronted with these truths by God himself. When you consider the daily life of your average high school student from suburbia, it's stunning to realize that this might be the longest they've ever had to simply be alone and interact with their God for any period of time!
Unfortunately, I had to leave early in order to go to work at The River church on Sunday morning, so I didn't get to see the last club on Sunday morning, during which students who accepted Christ and began a relationship with Jesus during this weekend had the opportunity to stand up and "Say-So".
All in all, the weekend was a great opportunity for meeting new friends and getting to really dig into the lives of the people with whom I served. I was honored to be led by Josh Nicoletti; serve with Julie Smartt, Lauren Odderstol, Brooke King, Brendan O'Connor, and Candace Newcomb; and be set-up for success very well by the staff at Rockbridge Alum Springs Young Life camp.
Easy.
Oh, uh...there's going to be 523 campers this weekend.
Oh, and over 100 other workers and visitors in the camp.
Uhh, and you'll be heading up over 35 college freshmen who are working on minimal sleep, getting a break from calculus and term-papers to volunteer for the weekend, who are on a sugar-high like a clan of 13-year old children at a sleepover because you decided to feed them lollipops, cookies, and skittles all weekend. The highlight of our first night together was a Wrestlemania-esque battle royale between "dudes" (a term affectionately used to refer to males who ravenously wrestle one another for the right to claim alpha-male status at Christian weekend getaways). I felt like I was witnessing a classics battle of Hulk Hogan versus Andre the Giant at times-- it's moments like these that make me grateful to be a leader of the this burgeoning generation of leaders.
On to the actual work: I liken being a dining hall boss to being an NFL football coach, in that you go in with a plan of what you want to accomplish, but something always goes horribly wrong and you need to be creative on your feet. Luckily my co-worker for the weekend, Lauren Odderstol, was brilliant in said respect, castigating renegade workers as they strayed from their assignments. Okay, so neither of us needed to actually discipline anyone during the weekend. In fact, working just over 24 hours total for a weekend (from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon) seems like a breeze upon considering the workload for Summer camps, where the 5-week assignments teach work crew and work crew bosses an extraordinary amount about patience and poise under fire. For us, this was a great opportunity to get to know the freshmen from the University of Mary Washington (Eagles, not Fightin' Eagles...) and Virginia Tech (Hokies, not turkeys...).
Getting to witness to the glory of God through the quality of work we conducted was a huge priority, in that the campers spend almost 10% of their time over the course of a weekend in the dining hall facilities eating and witnessing various forms of entertainment: apparently someone misinterpreted a desire for music from the mid-90's group "Smashing Pumpkins" and decided to find their own alternative by taking a sledge hammer to a series of produce, including the ultimate moment of one rather robust high school boy exploding a healthy-sized pumpkin all over the first halo of tables surrounding the stage.
One work crew boy slowly siddled up to me as this display was taking place.
"Um, do you think they're going to get someone to clean that up?"
Oh, the innocence of youth, I thought.
"Definitely, bro: why don't you go grab some rubber gloves from the kitchen and get on that!"
I loved being able to witness club, a time where the gospel was presented in a very clear, concise way for high school students (and everyone in attendance) to hear who Jesus Christ is and what his purposes were while he was alive on earth in the flesh, not to mention the ruckus party-like attitude out of which a potent group of students are poised for hearing this message with skits and Justin Beiber's latest hits (don't worry, "Baby"--he's Canadian).
I prayed for tender hearts of high school students ready to receive this message as they heard the speaker at club telling the truth about sin in the world, its implications on their lives, and what Jesus promises through himself as a result of faith in him, his death, and his resurrection: a relationship with God. On Saturday night, the students were given 20 minutes during which all of the lights in camp were shut off and everyone was silent. This time was designed for them to be confronted with these truths by God himself. When you consider the daily life of your average high school student from suburbia, it's stunning to realize that this might be the longest they've ever had to simply be alone and interact with their God for any period of time!
Unfortunately, I had to leave early in order to go to work at The River church on Sunday morning, so I didn't get to see the last club on Sunday morning, during which students who accepted Christ and began a relationship with Jesus during this weekend had the opportunity to stand up and "Say-So".
All in all, the weekend was a great opportunity for meeting new friends and getting to really dig into the lives of the people with whom I served. I was honored to be led by Josh Nicoletti; serve with Julie Smartt, Lauren Odderstol, Brooke King, Brendan O'Connor, and Candace Newcomb; and be set-up for success very well by the staff at Rockbridge Alum Springs Young Life camp.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
36 Hours: "The River" late-October update
What life have you, if you have not life together?
There is not life that is not in community,
And no community not lived in praise of GOD.
-T.S. Eliot, Choruses from "The Rock"
"36 hours"
Staring off into the distance at the peaks jutting out before us, my hiking partner and I honored the moment that we found ourselves in, having scaled the face of the mountain below us. We tugged at our t-shirts and talked of such eternal glories as God's sovereignty and grace, as we noted how the green leaves of the trees were just beginning to turn yellow and red. We had scrapes on our arms from the ascent, and more to come on the descent; we had ideas in our minds that danced with the eternal; we had sweat on our heads that dripped with humanity; mostly, we held in our hearts the joy of the Lord.
Okay, so we weren't exactly exploring the Andes mountains in South America, but Phil and I were enjoying the gift that it was to participate in the fellowship of men during our second annual Men's retreat in Riner, Virginia. What an amazing vision we beheld over the course of this 36-hour event! It is a costly thing for men to meet together in this way, forsaking for the moment wives, businesses, jobs, children, homes in need of maintenance, and books in need of studying: costly, yes, but so important for the dynamic development of the church.
I loved being even a small part of this time with these men. The day after the retreat, I walked through the doors of our Sunday meeting hall at the Days Inn and saw, for the first time, not just the faces of people in the people in the pews and children in their chairs, but instead saw people and families that I loved. It was the first time that I recognized our church service as a renewal of God's covenant to administer grace to his people through faith in His Son, Jesus Christ, and not simply an obligation. Only in experiencing the true hearts and minds of men who are truly men, with troubles and hurts that penetrated deeply into their lives, was I able to get passed the notion of church for "church's sake" and see it as the means by which God was carrying out his plan for redemption in the world.
I'm honored to continue with these men, walking in God's grace, through this year as we experience renewal and redemption together in Jesus Christ, leading The River church and learning together how to love, teach, and care for families, friends, and a community in great need of Christ. We are doing many projects at present, including:
* A financial-planning program using Dave Ramsey's debt-reduction system
* Planning for an international outreach trip to Punta Gorda, Belize in January
* Maintaining Mens' groups throughout the year
* Establishing new offices, which are housed inside of a railroad car adjacent to the hotel where we meet
"Uh, sorry Ryan-- but, did you just say that the offices from which you're carrying out the eternal redemption of peoples' lives in the world through Jesus Christ are... in a railroad car?"
I didn't say that getting to this eternal redemption was going to be pretty: this update is mostly about men, after all.
Thank you for your continued support during this year. I have currently received funds/ pledges for half of my fund-raising goal of $10,000 for the year, a praise that is huge for me! Please continue praying for:
* Constant renewal in my relationship with Jesus Christ.
* My studies with Jonathan Tagg (pastor at The River) and Josh Nicoletti, my fellow intern.
* Our focus for carrying out the ministry we are doing this year at the church and in the community
* My work with freshmen at Virginia Tech Young Life
* Continued exposure to the Blacksburg community and community at-large.
* For fund-raising throughout the Fall.
There is not life that is not in community,
And no community not lived in praise of GOD.
-T.S. Eliot, Choruses from "The Rock"
"36 hours"
Staring off into the distance at the peaks jutting out before us, my hiking partner and I honored the moment that we found ourselves in, having scaled the face of the mountain below us. We tugged at our t-shirts and talked of such eternal glories as God's sovereignty and grace, as we noted how the green leaves of the trees were just beginning to turn yellow and red. We had scrapes on our arms from the ascent, and more to come on the descent; we had ideas in our minds that danced with the eternal; we had sweat on our heads that dripped with humanity; mostly, we held in our hearts the joy of the Lord.
Okay, so we weren't exactly exploring the Andes mountains in South America, but Phil and I were enjoying the gift that it was to participate in the fellowship of men during our second annual Men's retreat in Riner, Virginia. What an amazing vision we beheld over the course of this 36-hour event! It is a costly thing for men to meet together in this way, forsaking for the moment wives, businesses, jobs, children, homes in need of maintenance, and books in need of studying: costly, yes, but so important for the dynamic development of the church.
I loved being even a small part of this time with these men. The day after the retreat, I walked through the doors of our Sunday meeting hall at the Days Inn and saw, for the first time, not just the faces of people in the people in the pews and children in their chairs, but instead saw people and families that I loved. It was the first time that I recognized our church service as a renewal of God's covenant to administer grace to his people through faith in His Son, Jesus Christ, and not simply an obligation. Only in experiencing the true hearts and minds of men who are truly men, with troubles and hurts that penetrated deeply into their lives, was I able to get passed the notion of church for "church's sake" and see it as the means by which God was carrying out his plan for redemption in the world.
I'm honored to continue with these men, walking in God's grace, through this year as we experience renewal and redemption together in Jesus Christ, leading The River church and learning together how to love, teach, and care for families, friends, and a community in great need of Christ. We are doing many projects at present, including:
* A financial-planning program using Dave Ramsey's debt-reduction system
* Planning for an international outreach trip to Punta Gorda, Belize in January
* Maintaining Mens' groups throughout the year
* Establishing new offices, which are housed inside of a railroad car adjacent to the hotel where we meet
"Uh, sorry Ryan-- but, did you just say that the offices from which you're carrying out the eternal redemption of peoples' lives in the world through Jesus Christ are... in a railroad car?"
I didn't say that getting to this eternal redemption was going to be pretty: this update is mostly about men, after all.
Thank you for your continued support during this year. I have currently received funds/ pledges for half of my fund-raising goal of $10,000 for the year, a praise that is huge for me! Please continue praying for:
* Constant renewal in my relationship with Jesus Christ.
* My studies with Jonathan Tagg (pastor at The River) and Josh Nicoletti, my fellow intern.
* Our focus for carrying out the ministry we are doing this year at the church and in the community
* My work with freshmen at Virginia Tech Young Life
* Continued exposure to the Blacksburg community and community at-large.
* For fund-raising throughout the Fall.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
John 3
It has been my incredible privilege to guide six freshmen at Virginia Tech through their first months of college while studying the Gospel of John together at 5 PM on Tuesday evenings.
No, seriously-- we do actually read the Bible.
Stop laughing...
I know, I know-- we obviously spend time sharing awkward moments with transition through college (a series called "My Freshman moments")...
... and think about food the entire time during our studying, but...
...no, really, stop laughing, we DO study the Bible together: right after we tell stories about strange happenings from our past (The "Joe Vickers Tribute" stories, as named after one particularly verbose member of our group).
It's crazy to me that men not so much younger than me, at a gap less than 10 years, can have such a different perspective on life and on scripture, something that really keeps me on my toes when I'm searching through the Word to teach them. I'm awed by some of the astute observations these men make when they are exalting the scriptures.
"So, it's almost like we are the sails of the boat?" Wesley said, playing off of the illustration that Jesus uses to talk about the Holy Spirit's movement in human hearts in John 3:8:
'The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.'
"Um, well-- yeah, I suppose you could see it that way," I answered, trying to work out that elaboration as he said it. It's amazing to think that, for some of these young men, this is the first time they've been in a setting where people their age are getting together to read the scriptures and desire to grow in their faith together. What an amazing honor to walk with these young men through this time of their lives!
Please pray that I would continue to know this weight of glory that God has given me in leading these guys and learning from them as we explore the gospel of John together.
No, really-- our purpose together is actually reading the Bible...
...although, they also really like Halo: Reach, long-boarding, Virginia Tech sporting events, eating food...
No, seriously-- we do actually read the Bible.
Stop laughing...
I know, I know-- we obviously spend time sharing awkward moments with transition through college (a series called "My Freshman moments")...
... and think about food the entire time during our studying, but...
...no, really, stop laughing, we DO study the Bible together: right after we tell stories about strange happenings from our past (The "Joe Vickers Tribute" stories, as named after one particularly verbose member of our group).
It's crazy to me that men not so much younger than me, at a gap less than 10 years, can have such a different perspective on life and on scripture, something that really keeps me on my toes when I'm searching through the Word to teach them. I'm awed by some of the astute observations these men make when they are exalting the scriptures.
"So, it's almost like we are the sails of the boat?" Wesley said, playing off of the illustration that Jesus uses to talk about the Holy Spirit's movement in human hearts in John 3:8:
'The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.'
"Um, well-- yeah, I suppose you could see it that way," I answered, trying to work out that elaboration as he said it. It's amazing to think that, for some of these young men, this is the first time they've been in a setting where people their age are getting together to read the scriptures and desire to grow in their faith together. What an amazing honor to walk with these young men through this time of their lives!
Please pray that I would continue to know this weight of glory that God has given me in leading these guys and learning from them as we explore the gospel of John together.
No, really-- our purpose together is actually reading the Bible...
...although, they also really like Halo: Reach, long-boarding, Virginia Tech sporting events, eating food...
Monday, October 18, 2010
Loan Oaks Farm
This weekend, I met up with several friends from college, including five of the men with whom I lived. We called this weekend "Whopp-tober Fest 2010," acknowledging the house that we lived in, which we called "The Whoppahouse" named after our flag football team, "The Whoppaheads". The picture on the title page of this blog is of myself and four of these men at our friend, Colt's, wedding to Vanessa. These reunions have become such an anchor to me in terms of reinvigorating friendships and fellowship that God has used to shape me into the man I am today. We held a corn hole tournament; enjoyed each others' company; grilled meat, ate chili, Chinese food, and BACON for breakfast; and generally loved the weekend overall. Shout out to Nicole, who broke her arm on Saturday.
A few weeks ago, I wrote a poem designed as a "call to purity," hoping that it would do as these men, and many others, have done for me time after time in my young life: call me out of myself and into radical obedience to Christ.
"Resolve: An Anthem"
'Blessed are the pure at heart
for they will see God.' (Matthew 5:8)
We reject the existence of
the insignificant instance
for there is a call on this moment.
May what we do, say, and think
confirm that the kingdom of God is near:
for we are no longer slaves,
but we are sons and heirs
of the most high king.
We come in shame, we come in sin.
We come, and you say, "Welcome, sons."
We are no longer slaves,
but we are sons and heirs.
We accept the call to act,
and in our actions, praise--
all glory to the one who
sees all our hearts and shouts,
"Faithless one, Come! Come to me
all of you, the weak and weary,
and I will give you rest!"
We are no longer slaves,
but we are sons and heirs.
We see clearly what you have done:
let us remember the grace behind
and hold fast to the grace today
as the waters try to push us
over the cliffs to the rocks below:
dangerous daggers that destroy
communion with Life and Peace.
To the cross of Jesus Christ we cling--
that by grace we have been saved
and through faith in Christ we accept
this glorious gift of grace.
We are no longer slaves,
But we are sons and heir.
A few weeks ago, I wrote a poem designed as a "call to purity," hoping that it would do as these men, and many others, have done for me time after time in my young life: call me out of myself and into radical obedience to Christ.
"Resolve: An Anthem"
'Blessed are the pure at heart
for they will see God.' (Matthew 5:8)
We reject the existence of
the insignificant instance
for there is a call on this moment.
May what we do, say, and think
confirm that the kingdom of God is near:
for we are no longer slaves,
but we are sons and heirs
of the most high king.
We come in shame, we come in sin.
We come, and you say, "Welcome, sons."
We are no longer slaves,
but we are sons and heirs.
We accept the call to act,
and in our actions, praise--
all glory to the one who
sees all our hearts and shouts,
"Faithless one, Come! Come to me
all of you, the weak and weary,
and I will give you rest!"
We are no longer slaves,
but we are sons and heirs.
We see clearly what you have done:
let us remember the grace behind
and hold fast to the grace today
as the waters try to push us
over the cliffs to the rocks below:
dangerous daggers that destroy
communion with Life and Peace.
To the cross of Jesus Christ we cling--
that by grace we have been saved
and through faith in Christ we accept
this glorious gift of grace.
We are no longer slaves,
But we are sons and heir.
Friday, October 15, 2010
God is incomprehensible and knowable
In many ways, our God is a mysterious God. In Chapter 10 of my Systematic Theology book, Wayne Grudem answers how God can be both entirely incomprehensible, never fully known, and yet still people can truly know God as God.
"If we are to know God at all, it is necessary that he reveals himself to us... Because God is infinite and we are finite or limited, we can never fully understand God. In this sense God is said to be incomprehensible:
'Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised, and his greatness is unsearchable' (Psalm 145:3)
It is not only true that we can never fully understand God; it is also true that we can never fully understand any single thing about God... exhaustively.
Even though we cannot know God exhaustively, we can know true things about God... from scripture. Even more significantly, it is God himself whom we know, not simply facts about him or actions he does:
'but let him who glories glory in this, that he understands and knows me, that I am the Lord who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth; for in these things I delight, says the Lord.' (Jeremiah 9:24)
'And this is eternal life, that they know you the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you sent' (John 17:3)
The fact that we do know God is further demonstrated by the realization that the richness of the Christian life includes a personal relationship with God." (Grudem, Systematic Theology, 149-152)
"If we are to know God at all, it is necessary that he reveals himself to us... Because God is infinite and we are finite or limited, we can never fully understand God. In this sense God is said to be incomprehensible:
'Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised, and his greatness is unsearchable' (Psalm 145:3)
It is not only true that we can never fully understand God; it is also true that we can never fully understand any single thing about God... exhaustively.
Even though we cannot know God exhaustively, we can know true things about God... from scripture. Even more significantly, it is God himself whom we know, not simply facts about him or actions he does:
'but let him who glories glory in this, that he understands and knows me, that I am the Lord who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth; for in these things I delight, says the Lord.' (Jeremiah 9:24)
'And this is eternal life, that they know you the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you sent' (John 17:3)
The fact that we do know God is further demonstrated by the realization that the richness of the Christian life includes a personal relationship with God." (Grudem, Systematic Theology, 149-152)
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Farewell, Bobby.
I remember my first baseball game ever: Three Rivers' Stadium in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, with the visiting Atlanta Braves playing the home Pittsburgh Pirates. The year was 1992. My memories of that game are simple, including ice cream bought by my dad and that the former Cy Young-award winner, Tommy Glavine, was on the hill pitching for the Braves. I don't remember much about either of the managers from that game, but lacing up his cleats and pulling up his stir-ups on this day to lead the Braves out of the visitors' dug-out was none other than Bobby Cox.
Yesterday, we said good-bye to a great baseball legend. Thank you, Bobby Cox.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Anarchy in Greece
What is happening in Greece-- where social unrest is inciting violent protests from citizens-- seems reminiscent of similar unrest in America in the mid-18th century. Although the clashes have different circumstances-- with the young colonies in America being governed by a very foreign encroaching on their rights, and this more modern version in Greece being purely domestic-- there some strong scents of similarities: powerful emotions of rebellion fueling upheaval throughout a state that is "already difficult to to control [and will] now be out of control" (BBC News, "Rebellion Deeply Embedded in Greece", December 2008).
See also:
"Rebellion Deeply Embedded in Greece"
See also:
"Rebellion Deeply Embedded in Greece"
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