Eye Of The Storm

"And He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea: 'Peace, be still.' And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm." Mark 4:39

It's been a long three days here in the 'Ville.

All over the area, actually. For the first time I can remember, we were directly affected by a hurricane. Ike roared ashore down at Galveston early Saturday morning and has just about redesigned the Texas coastline. The storm was so strong and so big that it was still packing quite a punch when it got up here to our neck of the woods Saturday afternoon.

I've seen some pretty powerful thunderstorms in my day here. That's kind of what our weather is known for in East Texas -- heat, humidity and some of the biggest, most violent thunderstorms you can imagine. It's like up in Minnesota where Ronnie and Erin are -- you expect the snow to start falling sometime in late October or early November, and it won't stop falling until April maybe. Here, it's those big thunderboomers. It's just part of living here and you get used to it.

I don't know how anyone can get used to this kind of stuff, though. Ike was a monster. The television coverage and pictures, I'm sure, don't do it justice. I was thinking Friday night as I sat watching TV, when the storm was blowing in, that there was a pretty good chance that Galveston was going to be wiped off the map. As it turns out, at least for a few days and weeks, that might not be so far from the truth. The bad thing is that most of the coastline down there is in the same predicament.

But up here in the 'Ville, we got a lot of wind and rain. Mostly wind. There are friends and family still struggling to live in the dark, three days after the wind stopped. The power crews are doing an admirable job considering the extent of the damage, but the fact remains that people are having to live without electricity.

Our lights went out Saturday afternoon around 4 or so, a good three hours after the first gentle breeze began to blow from Ike. An hour or so later, the trees in the neighborhood were bending over. It was quite a show from Mother Nature.

All things considered, we got off pretty easy. Jeannie had supper going in the oven -- chicken and rice, yummy -- when the power disappeared. Problem with that was that we, of course, have an electric stove, and an even bigger problem was that the meal still had a good 90 minutes or so to cook. I'm not real big on munching on undercooked chicken, so we were left with trying to find a suitable heat source, or have to deal with watching the meal go to waste.

Fortunately, Monty had thought way ahead as usual and had a generator running out at their place. It was running the lights, TV and other essentials, one of which was the stove and oven. So we packed everything up in the height of the storm, said a quick prayer and headed out into the gale.

We came home later that night and the house was dark. Abby had gone to sleep at Nona's, and she never knew we came home anyway, so she was sound asleep in her bed. We opened the windows and it wasn't bad at all thanks to the still strong breeze outside. We had a battery-operated fan we take on baseball road trips, and that was placed in mine and Jeannie's bedroom window. Coby and Melody slept in Coby's room, where the window was facing the breeze and made it quite cool there. So again, all things considered, Saturday night was somewhat restful despite the conditions.

Power came back on early Sunday morning, and went back off for a few hours late Sunday afternoon. Stu and Lauren came over seeking shelter, and we went out to eat in the 'View. Power was restored about nine or so that night, and it's been on ever since.

There are still folks around here living in darkness, but fortunately the cold front that whisked Ike out of here quickly Saturday night brought with it some December-like temperatures. So again, all things considered, it's not as bad comfort-wise as it could be if this had happened, say, in the middle of a traditional East Texas August.

The last few days are a reminder that God's power is far-reaching and, well, powerful. Hurricane Ike was a devestating part of nature that will happen again, sadly. The far-reaching effects of such an effect are felt everywhere, and it touched us here in the 'Ville this weekend -- several hours away from landfall. Ask New Orleans and the Mississippi gulf coast about Katrina. Hurricanes are deadly and very, very inconvenient.

But in the midst of the storm, God provided us some comfort. We had family with a generator, so we were able to eat a nice warm meal and spend Saturday night watching TV while the storm howled outside. Instead of oppressive heat in an un-air-conditioned home, we were able to sleep peacefully with a gentle breeze through the windows.

In the end, always, God takes care of us. In the midst of destruction and in the middle of the storm, he's the Eye watching over us. He is in control of the storm. That's the most comforting thing of all.

A Day Remembered

I posted this on a blog I do for work -- thought it was appropriate to copy and pasted here.

Pearl Harbor Day in December is a day that will always "live in infamy" for Americans. But there are those out there who can't remember the exact day the Japanese invaded.

Dec. 7, 1941 -- for anyone who's wondering.

But we just passed another date on the calendar that also is infamous, and I'd daresay that every American remembers it.

Our memories fade with time for most things. For example, I can't tell you what I got on my fifth birthday, but I'm pretty sure at the time I was pretty excited about it.

But memories such as Sept. 11, 2001 never fade. I can remember exactly what I did that morning, where I was at when the news was breaking, what I was doing throughout the entire day.

Sept. 11, 2001 affected the ETBU campus as it did everywhere they day. The world was forever changed because of it. I remember running late, as was normally the case in those days with a four-year-old and two-year-old in the house. But if I hadn't been running late, I would have missed the news on the radio.

I, like most sports fans, am hooked on talk radio. I don't hardly ever agree with what's been said on sports talk shows, but I listen nonetheless. I was listening to a local sports talk show that morning, and when I turned on the radio I knew something was happening -- because the host wasn't talking.

He was ooing and aaahing, and later I guessed he was watching a TV set. It was about this time that the first plane was crashing into the World Trade Center North Tower (yes, I can remember the North was the first tower hit because I thought it incredulous that the South Tower could be hit second and yet be the first to collapse, later. I have never forgotten that.)

It was then that I knew something bad was happening. I got to the office and immediately went down to the Communications Services department. Back then, I was still officially in the Athletic Department on campus, but would be shifted over to Public Relations, which is now an arm of the Enrollment and Marketing division here at ETBU.

But Communications Services back then was, effectively, the PR department. For those who don't know, the Communications Services/PR offices used to be in what is now Carlile-Howell Fieldhouse, but as part of the renovation of that building for football, was housed in the new Herrington Service Center with our Physical Facilities department. The office is now used by ETBU's IT department, and we are now on the third floor of Marshall Hall.

But back to the memories. I went down to Communications Services because I knew my good friend and then-Director of Communications Services, Mark Dimmitt, would know what was going on. Mark is a former member of the Air Force and had a radio and TV on in his office, as all good PR and news folks do. I watched a little of the carnage there and then stopped by Dean Healthplex on my way to my old office -- in the new football field house.

There was a huge crowd standing around the TV in the Healthplex, and I realized it was one of those days where everyone was going to be glued to a TV set somewhere. I went down to my office and tried to follow the news on the Internet, but every major news organization's website was down. The usage volume apparently was just too high.

There were frantic phone calls, messages, you name it. The world was turning upside down. Coach Ralph Harris met with the Tiger football team early that afternoon and there was a team discussion about what was taking place. There were a couple of team members back then who actually had relatives up in New York for various reasons, and there was some concern about their safety.

Eventually, of course, one of the team members that year -- a freshman middle linebacker named Greg Washington -- would put ETBU on the national stage a couple of years later by being called to active duty in the middle of the Tigers' playoff run in 2003.

Most of our athletic events that week would be postponed or cancelled, as I remember, but there was the discussion about the football game scheduled for the following Saturday, Sept. 15. Most colleges or conferences immediately cancelled games. Ours left it up to the individual schools. We were scheduled to play Mississippi College in the conference opener that week, and our officials got with their officials and courageously made the decision to play.

I say courageous because we knew we were going to be the only game in town that weekend, at least within a 600-mile radius or so of Marshall. There were no high school games, nothing -- but ETBU was going to play Mississippi College. We didn't know what to expect in terms of backlash, but our university felt it was important for us to play and try to do what the President George W. Bush was urging -- return to some sense of normalcy.

We decided to play nothing but patriotic music in pregame warmups. We handed out flags to everyone who attended. And it was a good afternoon of football -- American-style. The Tigers lost in overtime, but everyone who attended that game that day felt like a winner.

I went home that Tuesday, Sept. 11, night and wept on the way home. I felt like our country was falling apart and at that time we didn't quite know what we had to do. I wanted to get home and take care of my wife and two small kids, because that was the one part of the world I could understand.

We ate dinner in silence that night, turning the TV off. I wanted to keep the kids away from news as much as possible. But as I would find out during the course of the meal, my son Coby had already seen enough.

I don't know if it was the look on my face, or what, but Coby wanted to say the blessing -- at four years old. He said his typical "thank you for this food, dear God," prayer but then he closed it by saying this:

"And please take care of the people in the buildings. Amen."

The tears welled up again. And that was the spirit that I think all Americans were trying to muster that day. We were wanting to take care of each other, and saddened when the stories came out that some of us didn't make it. We were attacked collectively -- not just in New York, or Washington, or Pennsylvania -- but right here in Texas, Marshall, Texas. Right here at East Texas Baptist University.

We honor those people whose lives were snuffed out on Sept. 11. May we continue to honor them by never forgetting that terrible day, no matter where we are or what we are doing.

Soaring Above The Clouds

"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:31

Whew! It's been a busy couple of weeks in and around the 'Ville. It's put a serious chink in my blogging time, too.

But I'm catching my breath, slowly and surely, as is the family. I had a great weekend. It always is a great weekend when the NFL kicks back up. It's even better when the Cowboys win on opening day. Can't get much better than that.

But this one was more special because I got to spend some time with Ronnie and Erin up in Minnesota. We were playing a football game up there against St. John's, which is about 90 minutes or so from Ronnie and Erin's place in Prior Lake, outside Minneapolis. I spent a couple of nights with them and wished I could have had more. We miss you guys.

The thing about the trip was, of course, the plane. I will never ever be a comfortable air traveler because I just don't do it much. The toughest thing for me personally is going through security. Glad those guys are there, because if they weren't I just wouldn't get on a plane. That's the kind of world we live in. Security checkpoints at airport are a necessity, and like I said, I'm glad they are there.

That doesn't make me comfortable going through them, though.

But once you're on the plane, well, it's too late. Just sit back and enjoy. No use getting all uptight. Enjoy the exerience.

And I did. There's something beautiful and serene about being up there at 35,000 feet or so, soaring miles above the clouds. In a very strange way, it's as peaceful a thing as you could ever experience anywhere on solid ground.

God is up there, somewhere. It is up there in an airplane where you can truly feel something different. There's all kinds of hustle and bustle down here on earth, in our everyday lives. But up there, well, we are soaring around like eagles.

The view is always spectacular, whether it's a clear day or a thunderstorm. I've flown through those too. But to see God's sprawling creation, the world he has given us, from that vantage point -- His vantage point, I'd like to think -- well, it's just a neat thing.

We lost the game, but we got everything else out of the trip that we needed. The game was close, so we know we can compete against anybody we play. That creates optimism. There were no glitches in the airport at any time, and that's saying something when a football travel group of about 65 or so can make it through with no problems.

But for me, the most peaceful moments are up there in the air. And with some things going on right now, it was definitely what I needed. Thank you, God, for the peace.

On To More Positive Things

My apologies out there to anyone scared off the blog by the previous post and previous photo.

So in an effort to make up for any hard feelings, I thought I'd post something a little more positive today (see photo at right).

Yes, it's the photo of our next Vice President. Mrs. Vice President, actually.

You want to know how popular Mrs. Palin is right now? My nine-year old daughter sat down last night and watched intently as Sarah Palin began her speech at the RNC. Melody is at an age where she at least knows what's going on on television, anyway, and let's face it, having Palin on the Republican ticket is history.

It got way past Melody's bedtime, so we had to put our foot down and send her off to her room. But she requested that we set the DVR to record the rest of the speech and -- guaranteed -- she'll watch it some time in the next couple of days.

I never ever want this to be a political blog, but it is that time of the, well, year. And more than any other election cycle, perhaps, this one is all about family and family values. To be quite honest, I don't know enough about John McCain to know whether he's a Christian or not. Most politicians these days, sad to say, don't want to broadcast such information because it's not politically correct.

But I do know he's pro-life, and he's pro-family. That's all I need to know to get on board. The fact he's been one of the most courageous men to ever wear the uniform makes him that much more attractive.

And his pick for VP is absolute genius. Sarah is just like us -- a big family with all kinds of daily problems vying for our attention. She's from Alaska, which Jeannie commented the other night is hard to remember as an actual state. Her husband is somewhat athletic and works hard, apparently, as a union worker and fisherman. They have five beautiful children of varying ages, and yes, when you have kids, you have problems of all kinds.

And she's pro-life and pro-family, which makes her a double plus. She's a breath of fresh air in a political atmosphere that, most of the time, smells like rotten garbage.

So if my daughter is interested enough to watch, and learn something, and maybe one day draw inspiration from -- I'm all about Sarah Palin. McCain-Palin. Whatever.

That's pretty positive stuff.

Lord Of The Idiots II

"Gustav is proof there is a God in Heaven." Michael Moore

Is there anyone out there -- ANYONE -- surprised that these words would come out of this idiot's mouth?

Talk about stupid human tricks... living proof as to why you SHOULD vote Republican.