Just for you, Peggy
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The secret is out, Jerry Jones wants the best. Actually, it is hardly a secret to anyone who remotely knows anything about the Dallas Cowboys. Cowboys Stadium is a testament to that. Cowboys Stadium has the largest TV in the world, the largest crowd in NBA history for the NBA All-Star game, just recently the largest crowd to see a boxing match in I-don’t-know-how-many-years, a Paul McCartney concert, a George Strait concert, the largest this, the largest that, etc. It will also host next year’s Super Bowl. Jerry can’t buy the Cowboys a Super Bowl, but he darned sure can get the NFL’s “largest” game to come to the stadium! Don’t believe me? Just go the world-wide web and log on to northtexassuperbowl.com.
(This article was sent to me from Janie Hinds Naylor. It has her brother David, (originally from Heavener, named in the article.)
Today I learned of the death of another classmate, Frankie Kannady Taylor, from the class of 1959. He husband Jake and son Steve were with her at the time of her death--a blessing in the midst of sorrow.
“It is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be put to shame in any way, but that by my speaking with all boldness, Christ will be exalted now as always in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me, living is Christ and dying is gain. If I am to live in the flesh, that means fruitful labor for me; and I do not know which I prefer. I am hard pressed between the two: my desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better; but to remain in the flesh is more necessary for you.” Philippians 1:20-24 (NRSV)
As my emotions compete for supremacy I feel the need to share a poem I wrote several years ago. For those read it and remember it from the previous blog site, I apologize. It still sums up my feelings today.
He sits alone on the porch swing
shoulders hunched against the cold.
Softly he starts to sing.
He knows he has grown old.
He was a good man, strong but quiet,
full of life and fun.
Now he nears the end; the long fight
Is over--the race now run.
“Remember our first kiss—“
He pauses to think.
“My life was full of bliss.”
His head begins to sink.
“Our wedding night brought pleasure
in a little country town.”
He mulls on this, his treasure.
While his head continues to bend down.
“Three children came to us to live.
They changed our life so much.
For we promised them we’d give---“
His head and knees here touch.
“Strong and able, they all now
raise their own offspring—“
His body sags down low
and he starts again to sing.
“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound—“
in a voice so soft and low
“I once was lost but now am found—“
He prepares himself to go.
“You went to heaven before me
and with God you now reside.
I’m coming to thee.”
His body starts to slide.
His body lies by the swing,
the clay is growing cold.
His soul, hallelujah, begins to sing
in the place where no one grows old.