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Retired in 2008 after 40+ years in education/psychology as researcher, teacher, administrator and college professor.

Reflections…………………………………….Reset

One of my favorite times of the year is when the National Collegiate Athletic Association, (NCAA), play for the National Championship. Invariably, a team will come out of “nowhere” to take on the giants who have ruled the “roost” for most of the year. However, something has happened to my favorite sports event that is internal with me, and I have to fight my heritage, ‘upbringing’ and cultural mores to overcome the negative impact.

As an avid spectator and participant in the sports world, I viewed the coaching and participation as an opportunity to teach athletes, not only the fundamentals of the game but an opportunity to present themselves in a positive light. Athletes were to be well groomed, and all players were to be dressed alike. There was no individualization in how you presented yourself, i.e., all shoes were to be the same color as was the uniform and how it was worn. Tattoos were taboo as was facial hair, and hair longer than the nape of the neck was not permitted.

I am reminded of the day Kareem Abdul Shabar returned after the Christmas break with a beard. It is noteworthy Kareem was an all-American athlete and had led UCLA to three national championships. Upon arriving for practice, Coach John Wooden approached Kareem and reminded him of the rule forbidding facial hair. Kareem, in a moment of anger, told the coach, “You can’t make me shave my beard”, whereupon Coach Wooden replied, “we are going to miss you.” A similar incident happened when Sidney Wicks returned after the holiday with an “AFRO” haircut. When the coach told him he had to get a haircut, Sidney replied “you can’t make me get a haircut.” Similar to the incident with Kareem, coach Wooden said “Sidney you are right, I cannot make you cut your hair; however, I remind you I am the one who makes out the lineup for who plays in the game”. Needless to say, Sidney got his haircut.

Coaching, teaching and other activities where adults have students, athletics and other persons in ‘their charge’ is the window to reinforce principles of discipline, group behavior and presentation of self. It is a team activity, “we all dress alike”. One person doesn’t decide to wear “leggings” or a different color shoe or a chain around the neck……It is a “Team”, not an individual sport. Presentation of self is in accordance with the team not the individual.

Not only in the sports arena have I had to reset my thoughts. The same is true in a society where the platform for ‘life’ was based upon Judeo-Christian principles. It has been the foundation of the American society. Like the basketball team with five different players who are doing their individual “thing”, our society is a similar situation. America’s greatness was based upon a shared destiny. The RESET of our society is also the destruction of our society. We are being called upon to accept WOKENESS as a peaceful protest at the expense of anarchy. We are called upon to accept individualism at the expense of ‘good of the whole’. The way we dress, the way we speak, the lack of common courtesies has become a monster in the development of a positive concept, especially for our young people, the very people who we as adults are called upon to train and teach. Our grandparents passed the baton to us. We have dropped that baton and are in need of returning to the principles upon which we were taught and produce the greatness we now share.

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Reflections……………………………………The death of Truth.

One day in the future, Americans will come to realize that the great denial of truth can be traced to a swimming pool just days ago. A former Penn State swimmer who, heretofore, swam on the boys’ swimming team just won the NCCA championship in women’s swimming. No, there were no unusual circumstances. Lia Thomas, biological male, decided he preferred and felt like a woman. Therefore, he announced he was a transgender female in a male body. He entered the College National swimming championships and won. Will Thomas, whose new name is Lia Thomas, is a man, confused, but nevertheless a man.

Here’s the real disillusion. If a man winning the NCCA women’s swimming championship is not enough, all this is added to crossover school restrooms with boys declaring their gender to be female and using the girl’s restroom. Furthermore, the mainstream media, cultural elites, school administrators, leaders of organized sports and a long list of self-proclaimed ‘know-it-alls” insist that I make the gender transfer and call the individual by their new ‘gender’. Heaven forbid the kindergarten teacher call a “she” “he” or “he” “she”. However, and therefore, as of today, ‘they’ demand that women who have committed their lives to women’s competitions must give way on the victory stand to a man who now declares himself to be a woman.

Congresswoman Marsha Blackburn asked Ketnzi Brown Jackson, new selected candidate for the Supreme Court, “Can you define the word woman?” “I can’t”, answered Judge Jackson. “You can’t define woman” responded Congresswoman Blackburn. “No, I am not a biologist.”

Albert Mohler president of Boyce College and editor of WORLD magazine sums this situation up like this, “as Chrisitians, God requires that we see the swimmer identified as Lia Thomas as a human being made in God’s image, deserving of our concern. But the concern cannot justify a blatant attempt to undermine the order of creation. The Bible reveals that any attempt to subvert creation ends in disaster, not in human liberation.

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Reflections…………………………..Prayer

As a young boy, church attendance was a part of life. Attendance at an Evangelical church was the only church and worship style I knew. I vividly remember the Wednesday night service or prayer meeting as it was called. Parishioners would speak their prayer requests to the general audience. Once this process concluded, large numbers of individuals would move toward the altar at the front of the church while others knelt in place at their seats. The church would become a beehive of voices lifting up prayer requests to their Heavenly Father. This would last fifteen to 30 minutes and then members began the process of returning to their seats for a closing hymn and, ‘yes’, a closing prayer. It was as a young boy of four or five years of age that I listened to these ‘prayer meetings’ praying for seven young men from my community who were in battle in the Pacific and Europe during World War II. It was this group of ‘prayer warriors’ who sang the Hallelujah chorus when all seven of these boys returned home safely after the war. This made an immeasurable impact and impression upon me. It was out of this foundation of prayer I entered college and my adult life.

While during my young adult life, I was not a prayer warrior but I never drifted away from church and attendance. I wrote myself notes, as well as notes in the margin of my Bible. Highlighting special verses and sermon notes peppered my Bible and spiral notebook that I carried to church with me. I cannot tell you who said what, only that it impressed me. An example of these notes is “Seek the favor of Him who dwells in the burning bush.” I found myself drawing parallels between Jesus’ culture and the culture I lived in. For example, Jesus hung out at wells, and wells were the natural gathering places in ancient culture. Coffeehouses are postmodern wells. The only difference is that we draw shots of espresso instead of drawing water out of a well.

I have had the privilege to be the Head, Executive Director or President of several large institutions. In all of these positions I made it a custom to begin leadership or general meetings with an invocation or prayer. In retrospect I raise the question, was this a perfunctory exercise. Was it really communing with God? Or was it a process? I often wonder what would have happened at the end of the invocation or prayer if I had announced “today we are going to continue our invocation/prayer and have a prayer meeting. I do firmly believe we need to pray like it depends on God and work like it depends on us. I learned we don’t have to be afraid of the enemy’s attacks. They are counterproductive when we counteract them with prayer. The more opposition we experience the harder we have to pray and the harder we have to pray. the more miracles God does.

As the new year begins, I am committed to seeking the ‘Favor of Him Who dwells in the Burning Bush.’ I am going to seek a favorite place to pray, a place where I can get my mind focused. I will plead Psalm 84:1, 1 “No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.” In today’s language my prayers will be hyperlinked to His promises and will be double-clicked by earnest prayer.

Reflections…………………The Other Side Of the Storm

“Your shoulder is worn out and needs to be replaced”. That was the comment of an orthopedic surgeon after examining my shoulder in February. Off to surgery I go on March 9th and got a completely new shoulder replacement. With my sling around my shoulder and neck, sleeping, what little there was, in my recliner, I said to myself, “I can do this.” I was thinking, in three months I will be good as new and I can return to all my normal activities. What I did not know on the third day after the surgery, four blood clots made their way to the central part of my brain resulting in a stroke of my body and brain.

After four days of intensive care with every conceivable type of test, scan, and body movement, I now not only had this ‘sling’ around my neck, but I also had haltering speech, faulty memory, and a gait that resulted in not being able to lift my leg properly. Home I go to my recliner, how exciting can it get.

Shortly the new shoulder decided not to stay in the new ‘cup’ the surgeon had placed in my shoulder. It dislocated. OOPS! Off we go to the emergency room to have the shoulder put back in place. Not only once did the shoulder dislocate but three times resulting in two more trips to the emergency room in Nashville. The trip to the hospital was 70 miles away from our home, and my faithful wife, who doesn’t like driving in heavy traffic on the expressway, became my chauffeur. After the third trip, the surgeon decided to remove and replace the old ‘new’ shoulder with another shoulder with a larger ‘socket’. By this time I knew all the physical therapists by their first name. But keep in mind, I have a faulty memory as a result of the stroke. Therefore, I was calling Susie- Mary and Mary- Susie. I became the comedy “act” of the physical therapy department, where I went twice weekly for 9 months.

Through all of this ordeal, my three sons, their wives, and 10 grandchildren became my cheering section. Daily and weekly telephone calls and visits. My wife has truly been my helpmate, guiding me through the storm helping me with memory issues, names of people, and every conceivable thing that came my way.

Next week I will graduate from physical therapy. I am able to walk a mile independently and daily I attend morning coffee with a group of senior “guys”. I have registered for my first golf tournament in Florida with over 120 participants in February.

This ordeal has caused seeds of blessings to spring to life. What amazing overwhelming, incredible grace.

Lord, help me recognize the evidence of Your grace in my

Life. Thank you that you have never given me what I

deserve. Instead, you have showered me with your

incredible protection, kindness, and love. Even though

my body is a little guarded, and I am a wee bit warped,

help me keep marching in the sunshine so I might

produce a harvest of fruitfulness for You.

Reflections…………………. Say it is not so?

My immediate reaction was, “you are kidding me?’ Say it is not so. The Biden administration

has issued a mandate forcing colleges and universities to open their dorms, bathrooms, and showers to members of the opposite sex. This is blatantly unconstitutional unless you believe no one should be discriminated against for their sexual gender. But now, the Biden administration is trying to FORCE colleges to violate their religious beliefs and allow men and women to share dorm rooms …..and even showers.

The directive applies to all colleges where any student can apply—even religious colleges that turn down every cent of federal money. That means there is no way out.

In nearly eight months President Biden has spared no effort in attempting to insert a radical agender and identity ideology into federal policy even if that means disregarding religious freedom—and common sense.

Most colleges with a faith-based philosophy believe sex is unchangeable and operate their dorms accordingly. This is the straw that breaks my back. The government and The President of the United States have waded into the deep end of the pool where this mandate does not belong. You are not going to tell me the government has a right to tell me/us that we can’t honor our deeply held biblical convictions.

It’s time for believers everywhere to send a clear message to the Biden administration. We will not stand by and watch as you trod on our religious freedom…I hope you will join with me and stand strongly on this mandate/philosophy. The ramification for us and all of America is destructive to our way of life and our God-given philosophy/theology…

Reflections……………………..People of the Cross……………………………………………………dgcoker

The large jet airplane piloted by Samaritan Purse pilots lifted off the runway at Kabul airport in Afghanistan. Aboard the fully loaded plane were a group of United States citizens who had spent the last several days, months, and years introducing and presenting their faith in Jesus Christ to the local citizens. They were now in danger of endless attacks for their faith. Beheading was a common course of action. Each and everyone was identified by the local citizens as: “people of the cross” The local Taliban regime referred to this group as….”the followers of the hostile Egyptian church.” We must remember in this part of the world Christians live and often die at the hands of their neighbors as men and women who have lived under the glorious shadow of the Cross of their Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.

It is noteworthy here in America believers wear the symbol of the Cross around their necks. In Roman times the Cross was reserved as a heinous punishment for offenders of Roman law. It was a public spectacle meant to instill fear and dread to onlookers It was symbolic of a brutal execution with death often taking many hours—sometimes days. It was Jesus who turned this instrument of torture and shame into a symbol of life-changing victory

In the days to come, we must remember the American citizens who are still stranded and pray that our country will keep its pledge to leave no one behind. The Bible is very clear. Without the cross, there is no Christianity. It was the apostle Paul who preached the Gospel, the power and pardon of the Cross. I am delighted to be called a person of the Cross.

Reflections……………………………………Unrecognizable

A few years back June and I were taking our older son to Canada where he was going for a new job in Calgary. At that time people moved freely back and forth across the border every day. But now it is closed and has been for over a year. Recently there was a 30-minute opportunity for people on one side to talk to their friends on the other . “Sad”. I don’t know how this happened, but it is just one indication that America has almost become unrecognizable from what it was not that long ago.

I am sure their is a better explanation than what I call the present situation– politized law. Functioning societies for centuries have borders. America has no southern border and no plans to get one. The official position of our government seems to be that any one of the seven billion persons on this planet has a right to come and stay in the U.S. for three years, until his or her assigned court date comes up. As the number of people with pending cases continues to grow, that three years will extend out to five or seven or 15 years. At that time we will have seven billion new people …………………………go figure.

If that is not enough, I am still trying to figure out what ‘wokeness’ means. Upon inquiry I was told part of this new philosophy involves the abolition of biological sex. I cannot believe the medical profession is in the process of physically mutilating small children in the name of changing the gender of young boys and girls. Think about this. Your daughter has been training since she was a little girl to run in school sports. Now at 17 she is in the state high school track championships and you are forbidden even to notice that she’s competing against a woman who is 6’2″ with a touch of five ‘o’clock shadow on her face and the most muscular bosom you’ve ever seen. Has America gone bonkers?……..and on top of that, transgender restrooms in schools are still a topic. I can assure you none of these topics are on the agenda of the Chinese Government……our greatest adversary.

I could continue to elaborate my frustrations. I would like for everyone to notice what president Macron of France recently did. It is a lesson for not only government officials but for each of us individually. Prime Minister Macron made a stand and announced that no French statue would be taken down and not a single French street name would be changed, because they are all part of French history, And “Bingo”, the statue toppling and street-name changing in France went away. Why can’t we show that kind of strength? My point to American politicians and to the average person on the street, unless we are prepared to surrender everything, don’t surrender anything. Our forefathers came to America with a plan for her to become a “Shining City on a Hill”. Are we instead becoming Rome where Americans are fiddling while our beloved country is burning. If we continue to surrender we will become UNRECOGNIZABLE.