Revealing Christ…

…through the mechanism of college football.

Last week, Clemson’s head football coach, Dabo Swinney, spoke to reporters about Clemson’s new 5-star wide receiver signee from California, saying, “He’s got amazing mind and leadership abilities. I mean, he is an incredibly well-rounded young person that I think will impact our community and impact a lot of people’s lives through the platform of college football.

(Read more: 

Dabo, most beloved inspirational speaker, leads his coaching staff not to teach football as much as to teach young men to be fully human:  to recognize that Christ resides within each one of them, that there are certain ways of living that nurture and align with that Christ presence, and that every moment in life involves a choice; every decision, every play in every game, every interaction with classmates, teammates, children, family, future coaches and agents, fans, cafeteria workers, and grieving parents will either reveal more of that Christ presence to the world…or it will cover it over with confusion and obscurring crust.

Dabo is plugged in to Christ…so are his coaches and staff people, so are the student athletes.  The athletic director gets it.  The fan base gets it.  The community gets it.  It’s code name is “Clemson Culture.”  Now, others want it, too.  Nick Saban knows the words Dabo uses, and wants what Dabo’s got…and when he figures out how to get plugged in, he may make the rights choices and then…look out, because there are other coaches and programs out there who also get it.  Now that Clemson Football is at the top, the time and energy are perfect for this awareness to spread like…well, Spirit.

Dabo is not alone in his awareness of Christ and how college athletics is a perfect “platform” for revealing Christ.  But Dabo has dedicated his life to this.  And Dabo has a dream…  He sees where this could lead …

Clemson Culture is not about spreading the Christian religion.  It’s not about religion at all.  It’s about recognizing that Christ is the manifestation of God that resides in every human whether they realize it or not.  The first step in ‘realizing’ this, is being open to the truth of it.  The second step is seeing it…recognizing Christ within yourself and others.  After that, you build on what you find through the choices you make.  Dabo and his team (and everyone else in the world) call this “Love.”

So, when Dabo and Dexter and Christian and Deshaun and DeAndre and Trevor and Hunter and Travis and Tee and Lyn J and all of them talk about “Love,” they are talking about the deepest, strongest, most everlasting POWER there is.

Clemson is revealing Christ through the mechanism of college football and this is an ingenious way for Christ to be revealed and grow in the world.

Why football?  Why not?  It has everything in place to help it happen:  close coaching; fanbase support and encouragement; struggle, challenge, and competition…all opportunites to perfect skills and wrestle with the temptation to get lost in pride and resentment; myriad opportunities to practice making the right choices…and to feel the power of love…to feel the presence of Christ in themselves and how it connects them to others.

Sound crazy?  Really?  Any crazier than having the first person to teach us any of this be born in a cow shed in an obscure location while his parents were on a road trip?

Will Clemson win?  They already have.  They already are.


Awareness, Uncategorized


In the spirit of Mercury in Retrograde, I am resuming my practice of blogging.

This morning. I am reflecting on an insight found in a book gifted to me m=by the author many years ago; Madeleine Kay, in her book, Living Serendipitously…Keeping the Wonder Alive,  quotes Leo Buscaglia as saying that most of us are deniers of ourselves.  Madeleine relates a story about a young couple who had pinched pennies to the point of becoming “professionally poor.” and finally said “Enough! already.”

Madeleine says we need to send our psyches a message that our lives are full and abundant and that we are worth it.  Simple truths and easily applied to specific situations.

In that spirit, I am sending my psyche the message that in spite of my bank account and current financial outlook, I am rich:  I live a retreat lifestyle in natural beauty reminiscent of a resort, with time to reflect.  All kinds of “re-” words come to mind: repast, recollect, reside, restore, remind, retrieve, recreate, …

I am blessed.  I am rich in the earthly gifts that I love best: water, trees, birds, breezes, clouds, sunsets, sunrises, ferns, critters, … on and on.

I choose this.

Life experiences

Pulling in the Laundry

I still believe struggles have a reason and a purpose, but I have a new clear awareness:   sometimes they are a result of my own poor choices.  There are two instances of online writings I wish I could withdraw.  My former version of The View from 5022 contains rants and opinions I no longer hold.  I am wanting to withdraw these old flags of mine that are rotting in the baking sun because I am a bit embarrassed by my naive, less-spiritually mature self.

Try as I might to get WordPress to give me back control of that site, it isn’t happening.  And that’s fine.  Some people may still benefit from what I wrote there.  I’ve heard that one of the early Christian mystics, at the end of his life, wished to burn his writings because he saw life, God, and existence in a new and different way.  However, his life’s work and teachings still inspire and guide.

But there is another forum on which I left opinions and suggestions I would now like to withdraw…for a different reason.  The blog was set up by a prominent contemporary spiritual leader and guide.  She said she wanted to open a conversation, so I contributed.  As more ideas came to me, I contributed more.  But there never was any conversing on her part.  In fact, the only responses I received from her circle were not welcoming and now seem to have been veiled attempts to humiliate me.

Yes, I can still find a good purpose to this struggle; I am learning when to comment and when to hold my pen.  It was foolish of me to participate so whole-heartedly in an online venue where you can’t see who else is lurking in the shadows nor do you know the true heart and intention of the one inviting you to speak.  That was my mistake.  But more importantly, this issue shines divine light on my pride.

The feeling behind my desire to take down some of my blog posts on the older View from 5022 is complex…a desire to not perpetuate somewhat immature and shallow Christian beliefs.  But my desire to remove my comments from the contemporary teacher’s site is pure pride.  I am embarrassed that I was stupid enough to contribute extensively to a site without considering the risks.

More to the point, though, I have been humiliated.  The spiritual teacher did not respond to my comments and those who did were mean-spirited.   I don’t want or need to recant my posts; I still stand behind the comments I made.  I’ve just been insulted and my feeling are hurt.  That’s pride.  That I can learn from.

(Thank you, Jesus.)


It’s been a while; I hope you’ve been well.

Nearly two years ago, I posted what ended up being the final article on the original The View from 5022.  Soon after, I got hacked…badly…, got fed up with all the struggles, and requested that all my blogs be deleted.  I canceled my internet, email, and phone service.  When I did, I also lost proof of  ‘ownership’ of the blog (which did not get deleted.)  No matter.  I’m still at 5022 and still viewing the world from this vantage point.

I’ve learned a great deal in the past 2 years; I’ve also un-learned a great deal.  My faith is stronger, deeper, and more closely governs my days.  My beliefs, however, have evolved and I would no longer write some of the articles I wrote 2 and 3 years ago.  Primarily, I have learned that it is not my place to change the world or to fix anyone or anything.  But, I will tell you more about that later.

For now, just know it is good to be back on the front porch, watching the birds.  Oh, and I now have a couple of plastic water pistols…squirrel sized.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” — Matthew 5:8

“Pursue peace with all men, and the sanctification without which no one will see the Lord.” — Hebrews 12:14