During any given practice, there are those moments when a player needs to be corrected for making a mistake in carrying out his or her assignment. However, it is much more often the case when the player could not be made to feel any worse for having committed the error.

Players caught in such a moment would likely be seen slapping themselves upside the head and heard muttering something to the effect of, “Dangit…that was stupid…sorry coach.”

As a football coach (it all comes back to football), my standard response would be to place a hand on the shoulder of the player and then speak in a tone that insinuated I was letting him in on one of life’s greatest secrets. “Relax,” I would say, “that’s why we aren’t playing the game today. We are practicing so that YOU WILL get it right on gameday.”

I was reminded of that coaching point during a recent sermon.

The church I attend has recently had a great focus on how to truly love in the Christian sense. And just like that player described hitting himself upside the head, I have been beating myself up over what I have been perceiving as mistake after mistake after mistake…

Unfortunately, the conviction on my heart was far beyond my simply being able to raise my hand with the admission of “my bad” and then moving on to the next play. But after being better coached on the lessons found within our Christian Bible (Ephesians 4:20-27), I am starting to feel a hand upon my shoulder and the whispers of reassurance. Let me explain:


I would be watching a news broadcast of riots, and…


I would be witnessing the persecution of Christians by Islamic fundamentalists, and…


I would see the further persecution of Christians by the United States government or by citizens of our country, and…


Someone would mistreat my kids and…

Whoa…now you know how that one ends. Mess with me all you want, but mess with my kids and…

Hate with action, and as a former marine I felt that I would be more than able and willing to take the action.

That is what I would PRACTICE in my mind, but then…


1 Peter 1:17

Just as a coach hopes to see practice performance improved when putting a player into a scrimmage situation,…

I would wish a blessed day upon a person that resembled those who chose to riot.

Instead of taking the action I practiced in my mind, I would hold the door open and warmly greet individuals wearing long flowing clothes and head scarves.

I would shake my head in disbelief as I walked away from having a polite conversation with that very same person that did my kids wrong.

Was I getting too old? Too soft? Too weak?

Or, was I taking that which was being taught to me on the “practice field” and finally performing at a more spiritually mature level when placed in a “scrimmage” situation?

I’ll probably need a few more scrimmages before I know for sure.

Phillipians 3:12


A good coach always works to get his players ready to perform at their peaks on gameday. Peak too early, and your players waste a whole lot of good plays on the practice field. Too late, and your players are going to lose–big.

As an old ball coach, I have come to realize that it is better to prepare to win. So, excuse me as I go back to reading that Great Playbook. Today isn’t gameday, but tomorrow just might be.

2 Corinthians 10:4-5

Read the Red (No.2-3)

Read the Red (no.2)

Below is the second red phrase which we have had about one month to contemplate:

Matthew 3:15 (NIV)

15 Jesus replied, “Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.”

Again, there were some great responses from readers in regards to this second red phrase. Please know that your contribution is what makes this set of blogs so very much worthwhile.

Also, feel free to comment on previous editions of this Read the Red series of blogs. Being further removed from an object will at times give us a more clear–and certainly a broader–perspective on what it is we should focus.

So, on to the task at hand: Read the Red (no.2).

There were three words that caught the attention of our readers:

  1. Now
  2. Us
  3. Righteousness

There were a few ways in which the word “now” was interpreted. The first referenced our first Read the Red phrase in that Jesus might be saying, “Do not wait to seek me. Come to church, immediately.”

Others thought that it might be speaking to the person whom is already sitting in church, and we all know this person–very, very well. During an invitation to stand and turn their lives over to Christ, this person sits back in a sea of doubt as wave after wave (“I am not ready…” or “I will next time…”) pounds against their desire to act. The thought being that Jesus himself is coaching us on to take that step of faith “now.”

For some of the readers, the word “now” went along with the word “righteousness” whereas if a person were to turn their life over to Jesus or be baptized in the Holy Spirit then that person would immediately–despite ANY past sinfulness–be brought into right standing with God.


This was, in my opinion, the true gem of a find by the readers. The word “us” seems to make it clear that Jesus tells us that we are not going to be alone in this adventure of life. That He promises to be with us each and every step of the way.

What’s more, is the thought that not only does Jesus want to be with us but that He needs to be with us during our walk. Making the individual decision to go to church or to say that we are a Christians is not enough. We have to “turn it all over” to Jesus and join into partnership with Him.


The word “righteousness” as referred to earlier can be defined as either being correct by Devine declaration or conforming to the revealed will of God. Seems to make sense then that if we can interpret Jesus’ words as an invitation to be righteous, then simple logic would lead us to the assumption that He does indeed desire for us to be righteous.

The fact that Jesus chooses to use the word “righteousness” may imply a bit of foreshadowing as well. Consider the passage below where the word “righteousness” is used not once, but twice:

Psalm 40:9-10 King James Version (KJV)

I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my lips, O Lord, thou knowest.

10 I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great congregation.

Could it be that those words spoken to John the Baptist were a foreshadowing of the Great Commission that was essentially beginning there in the River Jordan?

Read the Red (no.3)

Now, on to our next phrase in the series (NOTE: we are pulling from the book of Matthew again since there seems to be a more complete quote as compared to the other gospels):

Matthew 4:1-11 New International Version (NIV)

Jesus Is Tested in the Wilderness

“It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”

“It is also written: ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.”

“Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.”

The idea is simple: Isolate and focus on those words and parables in the Bible that are written in red-those attributed to our Lord Jesus Christ.

What do these words, isolated an on their own merit say to you? To what other thoughts or scriptures do these words lead you?

Your questions, comments, and answers are always appreciated. But please remember that for this particular set of blogs, your participation is essential.

Reminder: You can feel free to leave a comment below (and thus begin an open discussion), or you might be more comfortable sending me your thoughts and questions via the Contact page.

The Waterfall

The Waterfall

The Waterfall

I stand looking at a waterfall.
It is not exceptionally high,
or loud, or pretty,
and is not known by any name.
It is certainly not Niagara Falls,
but I stand here just the same.

From the base of the waterfall I stare,
chilled by the water’s spray.
I try to watch a single drop as it falls,
and before it floats away.
If I could follow just one drop from beginning to end,
then maybe my being here would prove time well spent.

I begin to float to the top of the ledge,
and feel myself shrinking in size.
I understand why I am doing this,
and am not taken by surprise.
I fly to the source of the falls,
and dive in head first with a cry.

I grab onto a single drop of water,
and begin to enjoy the ride.
I know the fall approaches as my heart beats louder,
and my smile grows wide.
This time, this one time, I will follow from beginning to end,
and I will consider this waterfall worth something quite special then.

The fall draws nearer,
my heart beats faster,
my smile grows wider.
Nearer, faster, wider more.

I am standing at the base again,
and the ride is over and done.
I did not follow that drop,
and the drop is already gone.

On the far bank is a baby girl
in her mother’s embrace.
She lets go with an excited giggle
as the mist kisses her face.
Together they watch a leaf helicopter
downwards towards the water.
The leaf lands in the stream and sails off
as the tiny girl hugs her mother.

The time here proved to be special
on this ordinary day.
I truly enjoyed this waterfall,
so now I can walk away.

~ Cotton Steel

How Can I Be Rooting For the Clemson Tigers?

How Can I Root for Clemson?
Clemson University

A great many of my friends have come up to me the last few days offering a pat on the back and their (sometime) sincere condolences. The interaction almost invariably proceeds something like this:

Them: “Man, it’s too bad what happened to your Buckeyes in the playoffs.”

Me: “Oh, I am fine. I have been pulling for the Clemson Tigers all season long.”

Them: “Yeah, right. Sure you have. But you’ve got ‘Bama in the championship, right?”

Me: “Nope. I will be rooting for Clemson next Monday night as well.”

Them: “What? How can you be rooting for the Clemson Tigers?”

The Rematch

One week from tonight, the undefeated Crimson Tide of Alabama will be going for their gazillionth college football national championship against Clemson University.

The Tigers of Clemson come into the contest with a blemish on their season record. Coach Swinney’s Tigers lost this past November to a team that does not rank in the top-twenty nor was that team capable of winning one of those other bowl games.

And, oh yeah, Alabama beat Clemson last year for the 2016 title.

So, how can I be rooting for the Clemson Tigers?

‘Bama v. Clemson OR ‘How’ v. ‘Why’

According to his bio on the Clemson Tiger website, Coach Swinney has coached football at two universities.

Coach Dabo Swinney began his college coaching career in 1993 at Alabama which just so happens to be where he gained his playing experience and college degree. He then made his way to Clemson University where he has remained for the past 13 football seasons rising up to the rank of head coach for the past six of those seasons.

Two universities in twenty-six plus seasons of college coaching. My friends, that harkens back to a mostly bygone era of college coaching when integrity was the rule and not the vast exception.

I, myself, was guilty of too often looking for greener pastures as opposed to focusing on the moment and the blessing I had in being able to coach football and shape the lives of young men.

Coach Swinney has a laser sharp focus on both those things.

Consider the Following

Clemson University Football, according to a December TIME Magazine article, is #2 nationally in the annual academic rankings.

Empirically, Coach Dabo Swinney is one of the best in the country at providing the academic environment which allows for the shaping of scholars.

And if you review the clip below, then I think you would agree that there is no better example of a major college football coach leading his student-athletes into manhood.

(Background: The YouTube clip is a 4min. snippet of Coach Swinney’s response to a question regarding Colin Kaepernick’s kneeling during the national anthem.)

Here is a person of Christian values. Here is a coach who is man enough to profess and share those values. And not only that, he is willing to speak the name of Jesus while representing his public university employer. There are not many universities that would back such actions from their football coach; and for that reason (among others), there are even fewer coaches today whom are willing to openly speak what they truly believe.

That is courage. That is leading from the front. That is a man you want mentoring your son.

 So, how is it that I can be rooting for the Clemson Tigers you ask.

Easy. My ‘Why’ is big enough.


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Read the Red (No.1-2)

Fun is Worshipping Together

This is already proving to be a whole lot of fun.

Thank you all for the great contributions to this very first exchange of ideas in the Read the Red series.

(You can refresh your memory on Read the Red (No.1) by clicking: RTR-1)

I have to divulge that my FCA group had a bit of an issue focusing in on the true target of this exercise. Many of their responses resonated with the regurgitating sound of the book reports to which they had all become accustomed:

“Joseph and Mary took their son Jesus to Jerusalem to celebrate Passover. Jesus was about twelve years old. They left Jesus behind when they left to go home. When they discovered that Jesus was missing, they got real worried. They returned to Jerusalem and found Him sitting in the temple talking to the teachers, and then He said…”

You get the idea.

Read the Red (no.1)

Luke 2:49 (NIV)
49 “Why were you searching for me?” he asked. “Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?”

Again, the ideas that were put forth in regards to this first scripture were wonderful.

Perhaps the funniest of them all was:

“Now I don’t have to feel so guilty because that is pretty much what my nine-year-old said to me when I forgot her at my in-law’s house one Christmas.”

An Invitation

The great majority of the responses likened Jesus’ first words to an invitation for the reader. I could not agree more with that assessment.

Following are some of your interpretations (or translations):

“What’s wrong?”

“How can I help you, my child?”

“You never need to feel alone, for I am always here with you.” His first words bring full circle His final words before going to heaven (Matthew 28:20).

He is telling us where to go when we need help, to church (His father’s house).

He is inviting us to church.

Is it not abundantly appropriate that we are considering this first passage as all of us approach the new year and many are seeking the way to a new beginning?

Read the Red (no.2)

Below you will find our second red phrase to be considered:

Matthew 3:15 (NIV)

15 Jesus replied, “Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.”

The idea is simple: Isolate and focus on those words and parables in the Bible that are written in red-those attributed to our Lord Jesus Christ.

Your questions, comments, and answers are always appreciated. But please remember that for this particular set of blogs, your participation is essential.

Reminder: You can feel free to leave a comment below (and thus begin an open discussion), or you might be more comfortable sending me your thoughts and questions via the Contact page.


Some (more) Un-Paine-ful Common Sense

Two Kinds

There is an old adage in the ranks of college football coaches (It all comes back to football):

“There are two kinds of coaches. Those that have been fired, and those that are going to be fired.”

I checked both those items off during my brief tenure as a college football coach. Yep, got ‘em both done checked off.

Well, it seems that there is a similar saying for blog writers:

I Probably Deserved That

“There are two kinds of blog writers. Those that have received hate mail, and those that are going to receive hate mail.”

Check box one, and check box two. I am such the overachiever.

So Hateful it is Humorous

A few days ago, I did a piece on how our glorious government should take on the task of bringing an end to the ‘Bulldog’ being used as an athletic team mascot. A few hours after posting, I received an email full of more insults than an article on why people need to be more tolerant.

Initially, I chuckled at the email as I thought it to be written in the same satirical spirit as was my bulldog defense. Soon after the email, though, came a phone call (you see, the author of the hate mail is a close family member).

Early on in the phone call, it became evident that my family member was not only seriously upset with my opinion but also genuinely concerned that I had gone off the deep end. Being that this was someone whom I consider one of my most dear and close family members, I handled the onslaught in a manner consistent with the way in which the majority of us handle criticism from dear and close family members.

Let the Insults Begin
And…The Volley of Insults Thus Begun

We were almost out of breath, my family member and I, when I thought a better recourse might be to explain my position on the article’s true meaning as opposed to explaining my opinion on the family member’s lack of intellect.

So, the rest of the conversation went like this (I must paraphrase, of course, in order to protect identities):

Me: “Okay, family member, let me try and explain it this way. The phrase ‘Un-Paine-ful Common Sense’ was my clear attempt to reference Thomas Paine, a man who clearly spelled out the fact that government was not glorious but rather a necessary evil—at best. Furthermore, any person having given the least amount of attention to Paine’s Common Sense or possessing for himself the least amount of the same would have the understanding that a government ‘s sole purpose is to secure liberty—and that particular task should be carried out in the least intrusive manner possible. Paine would have zero capacity for understanding on how ‘We the People’ not only tolerate but plead for our elected officials to spend time on things as trivial as the name of a sports mascot or protection of a person’s feelings. So, I took that argument closer to its natural and most ridiculous end by putting forth the idea that our government should take up the business of protecting the honor of our pets. So, my dear family member, I now ask you what a person must be inundated with that would make it possible for him or her to believe such an utterly ridiculous petition to the government of the United States of America?”

Family Member: “Well, I am employed at USA University.”

And All is Forgiven

Me: “Enough said. All is forgiven.”

Some Un-Paine-ful Common Sense

The Ferocious Bulldog

I have sat quietly on this thought for far too long now. But, having been witness to the glorious growing of our government and having further been witness to how that government has taken an ever more active role in the well-being of its citizens, the time has come to seriously take up the matter.

For far too long now our government has left our society to its own senses of right and wrong and therefore – to no surprise of this citizen – our completely unaware citizenry has too long suffered the obvious injustice of allowing thename of the beloved Bulldog be used as a mascot for many American football clubs (and other such aggressive sports teams as well).

The Affectionate Friend

The bulldog is being maligned as a vicious and aggressive beast that will stop at nothing for a victory in any one of a number of sporting events when nothing can be further from the truth (please note the cute picture of the dog loving on the kitten – the kitten obviously is representative of a modern day member of our American society). The underlying danger cannot be overstated here. If we continue to allow such misuse of this ever loyal and loving companion’s name, then there is no doubt that it will lead to the multitudes believing such bull malarkey.

Continuing to allow such a malevolent smear campaign will no doubt lead to the ill effect of those persons, whom might consider housing such a noble animal, reconsidering and going instead for something along the lines of a maltipoo or chihuahua. I am sure that all can see how that would negatively affect the well-being of the bulldogs by leaving them facing no other future other than incarceration in the local animal shelters and denying them the safe spaces to which all beings have a right.

A Mascot Too Tough

Now, many will correctly point to the further injustice of the breed having long endured the hardship of also being named the mascot of the United States Marine Corps. This writer concedes that is a valid point. However, having to focus on one fight injustice at a time I will sadly have to leave the fight of finding the U.S. Marines a kinder gentler representative figure to another clime and place.

This HolidaY Season, Is Your ‘Why’ Big Enough?

Is your ‘Why’ big enough?

The hustle and bustle of the season is here, and as a wise young man once said, “Good grief.”

My wife and I were walking through the parking lot of Walmart the other day when she began to pray, “Lord we just ask that you give us patience…”

My head and shoulders sunk, my eyes rolled, and my lungs let loose with a moose-call of a sigh.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“You asked the Lord for patience…don’t you realize the ordeal that will be put before us just so that He can prove that your prayer was answered.”

My wife knows well enough that it pays to ignore at least half of what I say. To that end, she has pretty much become a millionaire over the years.

But today I wanted to be heard, “Why couldn’t you pray for some empty checkout lines or at least an ample number of cashiers?”

My dear wife just smiled and with each and every step became ever more the money grubbing miser.

Made me wish I had gone shopping with Ebenezer Scrooge (or at least Bill Murray).

Because I know that everyone of us has had their own experience with checking out at Walmart, I will not bore you with the details of our shopping experience that day. Let me just quietly say, “I WAS RIGHT!”

Try and ignore that, Mrs. Scrooge.

What She Should Have Prayed For

Of course, that little story of levity was for the purpose of entertainment only. The truth is that I find it an essential exercise to pray every time I trek into Walmart (and not only during the holiday season).

But instead of praying for patience, I find it better to pray for joy. Pray for an over abundant, radiating, and contagious amount of Christmas Joy.

I know. I know what you are saying to the computer screen right now… “How, how in the world do you expect me to display some Christmas Joy when I am about to step into Walmart (or the mall, or any store during holiday season really, or…who are we kidding – it is ten times tougher at Walmart!) and go to battle against no parking spaces, wobbly shopping carts, guilt trips brought on by a ringing bell and red bucket, whining kids, crying parents, jammed aisles, empty shelves, long lines, rude customers, overwhelmed employees, and that person still ringing their bell as they look at me and then look at their red bucket and then look back at me in that special way to remind me that I said, ‘I will on the way out.’ How is that humanly possible?”

How, how, how indeed (please note the play on Santa’s famous phrase).

The ‘Why’ is More Important than the ‘How’

I recently had an opportunity to reminisce with a coaching friend of mine on the way in which we always tried to get our football players (It all comes back to football) to understand that the ‘why’ you want to accomplish a goal is always a more important factor than the ‘how’ you are actually going to accomplish said goal.

For example: If a team can find in their heart enough reasons ‘Why’ they want to win a state championship game (for family, friends, teammates, the hometown,…), then the ‘How’ they are going to win enough games truly becomes a secondary function of that end result.

So, do you have in your heart a big enough ‘Why’ to help you find and keep that over abundant, radiating, and contagious amount of Christmas Joy?

Why Keep Your Christmas Joy

Why? Because you are fortunate enough to actually need a parking space.

Why? Because you are going to make someone very happy with what you put into that wobbly shopping cart.

Why? Because that ringing bell and red bucket reminds us that we are giving just a little gift in celebration of the birth of One who gave so much.

Why? Because those whining kids aren’t yours…this time.

Why? Because that parent might be crying over the loss of a loved one.

Why? Because those jammed aisles are filled with God’s children.

Why? Because those empty shelves are an indication that we still live in a most blessed nation.

Why? Because those long lines provide us with a greater opportunity to spread the good news.

Why? Because your battle is not with that rude customer, that person of flesh and blood.

Why? Because that overwhelmed employee has likely had to deal with too many persons of flesh and blood.

Why? Because someone is watching, and you are either going to draw them closer to the faith or put a barrier between them and the opportunity for eternal life.

Be that city upon the hill that shines with Christmas Joy, my friend.

Merry Christmas!

BCA 1st Annual Winter Craft Show

My wife and I were very fortunate to attend the Baytown Christian Academy 1st Annual Winter Craft Show.

How fortunate?

Well, to start off, our shipment of books arrived less than twenty-four hours before the start of the craft show:

UPS arrives with the initial delivery of The Real Race.
UPS arrives with the initial delivery of The Real Race.

Then, there were only two booths left at the craft show. Kudos to the BCA staff for putting forth such a tremendous effort. Their very first craft show was deemed a huge success by both vendors and patrons.

Vendors take over the Baytown Christian Academy gymnasium.
Vendors take over the Baytown Christian Academy gymnasium.

We arrived in the rain, but we were able to get set up with zero water loss to any of our newly arrived copies of The Real Race.

Ready to meet and greet thanks to some help from an old friend, Coach Nathan Gray.
Ready to meet and greet thanks to some help from an old friend, Coach Nathan Gray.

Got to see some old friends and share some holiday cheer.

Best part of becoming part of the BCA Family..."Once a bulldog, Always a bulldog."
Best part of becoming part of the BCA Family…”Once a bulldog, Always a bulldog.”

Also, was very proud to be able to donate copies of The Real Race to both the BCA and Lee High School libraries.

Presenting a copy of The Real Race to BCA Headmaster, Al Richard.
Presenting a copy of The Real Race to BCA Headmaster, Al Richard.
Presentation of The Real Race to Lee HS Librarian, Connie Knotts.
Presentation of The Real Race to Lee HS Librarian, Connie Knotts.

The BCA 1st Annual Winter Craft Show…Enjoyed seeing some old friends, benefited from meeting some new friends, and loved every minute of it.

Thank you Baytown Christian Academy for your hospitality today. The good Lord willing, we will see you at the 2nd Annual event in 2017.

Safe Spaces

I awoke a few days ago to these words that I almost immediately tweeted:

“Family provides us with a safe space where we laugh at ourselves freely. Safe spaces strip us of our ability to consider one another family.”

I tweeted the thought almost as a reflex. I then commenced to my normal daily activities and began to contemplate what I had written. And while the responses to my tweet have been plentiful and positive, I still feel the need to elaborate on what may have been the impetus for this thought.

Brian’s Song

I was barely in junior high. My folks were headed out for the evening. I was standing at the top of our stairs seeing my parents off. My dad was pulling the front door shut as he looked back over his shoulder and said, “There’s a really good movie on HBO tonight.”

You need to be made aware of something at this point. Those nine words (ten if you take into account the contraction) accounted for one of the longest conversations my father and I had ever had (save for the time I told him I wanted to go out for football and he sat me down to explain how that activity was going to be immeasurably different and more demanding than pee-wee baseball). Thus, I took heed of his warning (which is how I received his words) and tuned in to the football movie that started at the beginning of primetime.

The movie was titled “Brian’s Song” and starred Billy Dee Williams along with James Caan. The storyline centered around friendships, hardships, race relations, and football (it all comes back to football).

Friendships, Hardships, and Race Relations

Billy Dee Williams and James Caan were portraying Gale Sayers and Brian Piccolo. Gale Sayers and Brian Piccolo were teammates for the Chicago Bears during the 1960’s. The movie tells the story of how their friendship had to endure and overcome a number of hardships. Most significant of those hardships was the issue of race.

The manner in which the movie portrayed the two heroes dealing with and overcoming bigotry provided this writer with what I perceived as the optimal way of interacting with friends of another race.

Unfortunately, yet predictably, the method I chose to emulate proved to me that the artistic world often does a horrible job at reflecting real life.

My Friendship, Race Relations, and subsequent Hardship

A friend of mine back then was named Willy (at least for our purposes here). Willy was my lab partner in science class. Willy was African-American. Willy was not, as I learned the hard way, Billy Dee Williams.

I do not remember which science fact was in dispute. I do not remember why I felt I needed to provide some levity with a joke. I do not remember why I chose to pull a quirky quote from James Caan (a.k.a. Brian Piccolo). I do not remember just how long we had been friends when I chose to call Willy a “chicken nigger.”

I do remember my friend Willy’s shocked look. I do remember the shocked look turning into one of pain. I do remember Willy not being my friend the rest of the day.

The Good Thing About Back in the Day

I despise the phrase “Back in the Day.” I find it especially bothersome when I hear my kids using the term (because it usually means something that happened well after I stopped thinking of myself as young). Nonetheless, we had some exceptionally cool things back in the day: Old phones with operators and a total void of Safe Spaces!

Willy and I were forced to endure the rest of the period sitting next to each other in science class. He was forced to listen to my pleas for understanding. I was forced to be subjected to the silent treatment.

Willy was exposed to my ignorance. I was exposed to the hurt of losing a friend. Fortunately, we were also exposed to the way in which we could truly overcome the hardship.

I dialed and redialed that old slow rotary phone. I listened again and again as the other line kept ringing and ringing. It was getting late and near the time for me to be in bed when I dialed that old rotary phone one more time, but this time the other line did not ring. I got a busy signal.

Now, folks of my generation knew exactly what could be done to combat a busy signal. We would call the operator–if it was an emergency–and request a breakthrough of the line.

This was an emergency. I called the operator. I requested an emergency breakthrough, and I got to talk to my friend to well past both our bedtimes.

A Total Turn Towards Safety

Willy and I talked it through. We worked it out. We overcame our differences and thus went on to enjoy a friendship and a bond stronger than either one of us could have contemplated on that day back in science class.

We were fortunate. Neither Willy nor I had a safe place to which we could withdraw. We had to talk. We had to endure some pain (and in my case, a good bit of humility for how wrong I had been). We had to deal with the situation. We had to find a way to overcome and move forward. We did.

So, what if we had a safe place to which we could turn? No emergency breakthrough? Would Willy and I have had any chance of being friends after that day in science class?

The trend today is to steer our young ones towards safe spaces as an attempt to keep them clear of having to feel any hurt, disappointment, or injustice.

My fear is that such a direction points us nowhere other than to an ignorant, intolerant, and segregated past.

I could be wrong, but I see stories like the one below and just feel as if we need an emergency breakthrough.

University Of Michigan Protesters Demand A Separate But Equal Safe Space For Black Students