(Starting off with a note: I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. If you think you have struggles with depression, you are not alone. There is help.)
None of what I write should be considered a diagnosis of depression. It comes in many forms. I just speak from what I believe God has impressed on me to write, my opinions of His Word, and also from the voice of experience. No, I have never been to a doctor or psychologist and sought out an official diagnosis, but I have felt so down in my life it has seemed like nothing helps.
If you read the previous listing (and if you haven't you can do that here), you'll get a little overview of my thoughts on depression in the church. Seeing an old friend last week who has experienced great tragedy in her life in recent years, and hearing her testimony, just solidifies that. Christians get depressed. It doesn't make them worse sinners. It doesn't mean they aren't saved. It means they are humans, and the emotions we face affect us greatly. Sometimes it means we don't feel anything at all, even when we should be happy.
If you have a friend that you believe, or in fact you know they deal with depression, there are some things you can do and not to to help them.
DON'T: Criticize. They didn't plan on being depressed.
DON'T: Tell them to snap out of it. They didn't snap into it.
DON'T: Hit them with cliches. For example, telling someone that is having a hard time at work "at least you have a job" DOES NOT HELP. IT NEVER HELPS. The depressed person is not looking for perspective.
You know, I used to love quotations, and have books of encouraging quotes. I have no desire to find those things.
Job's friends were a lot like this. Trying to convince him all the stuff he suffered was all his doing, admit to his sin, God is punishing him, all that he-jazz.
Don't be like Job's friends. You wonder why nobody names their kids Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar? Besides the fact that you can't spell them? This is why.
The best thing they did for Job was what they did at the beginning.
They sat in silence with them.
DO: Be there. You don't have to say anything. You don't really have to be in the room, you can be a room away or a phone call away. Just be there, and be willing listen.
DO: Pray without ceasing. Whenever you think of that person, talk to God on their behalf.
DO: Love.
Finally, one more don't.
DON'T Give up on that person. They may not say it, but they need you. If the person is depressed to the point you think harm may come, help them seek help.
Comments are welcome below, or you can email me at jlwide@hotmail.com.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Depressed Christianity
There is a question I have dealt with for many years. To some people the answer is yes. To others, the answer is a resounding no. This question has lingered with me for years, and I want to take this out to all of you, however few or many of you there are:
Can a follower of God be depressed?
For the people that say no, I picture them like this:
(Don't misinterpret- I like this song.) Just the thought of depression is not wanted, not supposed to be visible. At the thought of depression we are just supposed to snap out of it. If you can't snap out of it, maybe you don't trust God. Maybe you aren't saved? You have such a problem!
I'm here to tell you my point of view on the subject.
I believe Christians can do and often will be depressed, and the Bible is full of examples.
Ever read the book of Ecclesiastes?
Solomon, author of Ecclesiastes, Proverbs, and the Song of Solomon, had it all. He was provided by God with wisdom, riches, honor, and power. He had more than anyone. But it wasn't enough. He sought after it all and came to one conclusion- it's all vanity and chasing after wind. In the routine of my routine, I can deeply relate.
The song above references the "Patience of Job" in the first verse. It's true that at the beginning of his ordeal that Job blessed the name of the Lord and "Never sinned or charged God foolishly" (Job 1:22). Then he cursed the day he was born, which was followed with much searching for explanation regarding why it happened with his "friends."
John, in chapter 5 of the Revelation, wept when he realized no one could open the seven seals to the scrolls.His anguish was short lived, but existed.
Even Jesus in the garden praying sought out another way than the road He was foreordained to travel on. He was God, yes, but at thus moment his humanity came to the fore.
Elijah did an amazing thing in chapter 18 of 1 Kings: He showed up 450 false prophets when God answered him and rained down fire. Then he witnessed the slaughter. At his spiritual top, he wa threatened by Jezebel. Then he ran for his life, asking for God to take his life.
After warning, and warning, and warning some more the destruction of Judah, Jeremiah composed his Lamentations.
I would say that is some solid evidence for depression. With most of these people, the only exception being Job's friends, no one was telling them to snap out of it. But in each situation except one, there was hope:
God was there.
God often wants us to be alone to remind us that we are never alone.
Let that sink in. Preachers, you can use that one for free.
You will get down. It happens. It happens to me more than most. I'm not going to tell you to snap out of it. That doesn't make you "get better," and I know, it doesn't help. But He is there, and He wants to talk to you.
He's listening to you. He loves you. Listen for Him to speak like He did to Elijah.
"Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning" (Psalm 30:5).
Can a follower of God be depressed?
For the people that say no, I picture them like this:
I'm here to tell you my point of view on the subject.
I believe Christians can do and often will be depressed, and the Bible is full of examples.
Ever read the book of Ecclesiastes?
Solomon, author of Ecclesiastes, Proverbs, and the Song of Solomon, had it all. He was provided by God with wisdom, riches, honor, and power. He had more than anyone. But it wasn't enough. He sought after it all and came to one conclusion- it's all vanity and chasing after wind. In the routine of my routine, I can deeply relate.
The song above references the "Patience of Job" in the first verse. It's true that at the beginning of his ordeal that Job blessed the name of the Lord and "Never sinned or charged God foolishly" (Job 1:22). Then he cursed the day he was born, which was followed with much searching for explanation regarding why it happened with his "friends."
John, in chapter 5 of the Revelation, wept when he realized no one could open the seven seals to the scrolls.His anguish was short lived, but existed.
Even Jesus in the garden praying sought out another way than the road He was foreordained to travel on. He was God, yes, but at thus moment his humanity came to the fore.
Elijah did an amazing thing in chapter 18 of 1 Kings: He showed up 450 false prophets when God answered him and rained down fire. Then he witnessed the slaughter. At his spiritual top, he wa threatened by Jezebel. Then he ran for his life, asking for God to take his life.
After warning, and warning, and warning some more the destruction of Judah, Jeremiah composed his Lamentations.
I would say that is some solid evidence for depression. With most of these people, the only exception being Job's friends, no one was telling them to snap out of it. But in each situation except one, there was hope:
God was there.
- God warned Solomon to repentance through the prophets. He composed Ecclesiastes as a warning.
- God listened to Job and his "friends" and told him ultimately that His purposes are His alone. Then He blessed Job double from what he had lost.
- John was reassured to weep not, because the "Lion of the tribe of Judah" had conquered, and prevailed to open the seals.
- In Lamentations 3, the lamentation is interrupted with a message of faithfulness, and new mercy every day.
- Elijah traveled for forty days and was visited by God, not in the frenzied, overwhelming madness of power and might, but in a still, small voice.
God often wants us to be alone to remind us that we are never alone.
Let that sink in. Preachers, you can use that one for free.
You will get down. It happens. It happens to me more than most. I'm not going to tell you to snap out of it. That doesn't make you "get better," and I know, it doesn't help. But He is there, and He wants to talk to you.
He's listening to you. He loves you. Listen for Him to speak like He did to Elijah.
"Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning" (Psalm 30:5).
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
To Wilkesboro...and beyond!
I realize I haven't placed a post on the Wide Scope in the past few weeks.This isn't a surprise- consider how many posts I have actually put up in the last two years.
Post I still do and post I shall.
In the meantime...
A friend of mine has started a blog called Wilkesboro and Beyond. A couple of weeks ago he asked me if I could contribute a couple of posts for him.
In the words of Barney Stinson, "CHALLENGE. ACCEPTED."
He had some ideas, and I had some ideas. So far, I have contributed two.
The first is a posting regarding the Hibriten High School Band, which, if you've read over the years, know is dear to my heart. That post can be found here.
The second, which was unplanned and kind of spontaneous, regards the Lenoir Mall. Here is the link to that one.
I'm still figuring out the dynamic of typing and sending to someone else, but so far the system is working, and can only get better. Of course, feel free to peruse the other posts by Jason and the other authors. You'll find a variety of postings regarding other topics.
I have a couple of other ideas I'm working up, so stay tuned. I'll let you know when more is available.
Post I still do and post I shall.
In the meantime...
A friend of mine has started a blog called Wilkesboro and Beyond. A couple of weeks ago he asked me if I could contribute a couple of posts for him.
In the words of Barney Stinson, "CHALLENGE. ACCEPTED."
He had some ideas, and I had some ideas. So far, I have contributed two.
The first is a posting regarding the Hibriten High School Band, which, if you've read over the years, know is dear to my heart. That post can be found here.
The second, which was unplanned and kind of spontaneous, regards the Lenoir Mall. Here is the link to that one.
I'm still figuring out the dynamic of typing and sending to someone else, but so far the system is working, and can only get better. Of course, feel free to peruse the other posts by Jason and the other authors. You'll find a variety of postings regarding other topics.
I have a couple of other ideas I'm working up, so stay tuned. I'll let you know when more is available.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Catching the Vision -or- "Great. Another Football as life Metaphor."
The above title can lead to a lot of wondering of how this author can weave a tale about football and relate it to life in general. This will be a little different, so go with me.
In 2013 the Carolina Panthers won the NFC South Division with a 12-4 record. It was a very successful year, but a loss in their first playoff game revealed room for improvement. So, in the offseason, they did something I still have a hard time fathoming:
They said goodbye to every one of their wide receivers. Also, their most experienced and possibly best offensive lineman retired. This included Steve Smith, Sr., the most famous and possibly the best player in Panthers history. Panthers fans very surprised, disappointed, and very vocal. This extremely introverted, potentially Aspergian author, was as vocal as he could be.
New receivers were signed and drafted, the preseason proved lackluster, and the NFL season began. You may have heard some details from it, most of them not football related.
On the Panthers' end, though, nothing but good news- when it comes to the action on the field. The team is 2-0, so far, and this past week shut down the best receiver in the league. The offense has been enough, essentially, to get the job done, and can only improve as Cam Newton gets into the flow.
If you're not a football fan, you're bored by now. But the point is this: I now know the plan the Panthers' management had when they set this offseason plan forth- and I like it.
In other words, I can see the vision.
Proverbs 29:18 starts in the King's English: "Where there is no vision, the people perish." In The Message, it says "If people can’t see what God is doing, they stumble all over themselves." It finishes: "But he that keepeth the law, happy is he," or "But when they attend to what he reveals, they are most blessed."
Here in the middle of our messes, it's hard to see what God is doing a lot of times. We live in a time of terror, doubt, uncertainty, and fear. I personally live in a time of immense stress and seemingly little reward for that stress. Some days are harder than others. and none of the days are easy it seems. I'm currently reading a wonderful book by Anne Graham Lotz called Wounded by God's People. It's fabulous. It takes the Biblical account of Hagar, Abraham's servant and mother of Ishmael, and relates it to the wounds, difficulties, and issues that we have faced from other Christians- and also things we may have done to others. She also references in this book Moses in Exodus 33-34, asking God to show him His glory. God showed up for Hagar at a time of rejection from Sarah. God showed the back of His glory to Moses. I'm also reminded of Elisha in 2 Kings 6:17 praying the Lord would open the eyes of his servant Gehazi to see the army surrounding the enemy at his door. Elisha had the vision- and it thrilled him. Gehazi needed it.
What I'm saying is what Anne said in that portion of her book. What Moses asked in the cleft of the rock. What Hagar needed to see. What I need to see. Ask God to show the vision. Ask for His guidance as you travel through the situation. I grant there are times where it is too great for us, and He simply asks us to trust. Take His hand in those times, and walk with Him. One day you will be able to see it all clearly, and will rejoice.
In 2013 the Carolina Panthers won the NFC South Division with a 12-4 record. It was a very successful year, but a loss in their first playoff game revealed room for improvement. So, in the offseason, they did something I still have a hard time fathoming:
They said goodbye to every one of their wide receivers. Also, their most experienced and possibly best offensive lineman retired. This included Steve Smith, Sr., the most famous and possibly the best player in Panthers history. Panthers fans very surprised, disappointed, and very vocal. This extremely introverted, potentially Aspergian author, was as vocal as he could be.
New receivers were signed and drafted, the preseason proved lackluster, and the NFL season began. You may have heard some details from it, most of them not football related.
On the Panthers' end, though, nothing but good news- when it comes to the action on the field. The team is 2-0, so far, and this past week shut down the best receiver in the league. The offense has been enough, essentially, to get the job done, and can only improve as Cam Newton gets into the flow.
If you're not a football fan, you're bored by now. But the point is this: I now know the plan the Panthers' management had when they set this offseason plan forth- and I like it.
In other words, I can see the vision.
Proverbs 29:18 starts in the King's English: "Where there is no vision, the people perish." In The Message, it says "If people can’t see what God is doing, they stumble all over themselves." It finishes: "But he that keepeth the law, happy is he," or "But when they attend to what he reveals, they are most blessed."
Here in the middle of our messes, it's hard to see what God is doing a lot of times. We live in a time of terror, doubt, uncertainty, and fear. I personally live in a time of immense stress and seemingly little reward for that stress. Some days are harder than others. and none of the days are easy it seems. I'm currently reading a wonderful book by Anne Graham Lotz called Wounded by God's People. It's fabulous. It takes the Biblical account of Hagar, Abraham's servant and mother of Ishmael, and relates it to the wounds, difficulties, and issues that we have faced from other Christians- and also things we may have done to others. She also references in this book Moses in Exodus 33-34, asking God to show him His glory. God showed up for Hagar at a time of rejection from Sarah. God showed the back of His glory to Moses. I'm also reminded of Elisha in 2 Kings 6:17 praying the Lord would open the eyes of his servant Gehazi to see the army surrounding the enemy at his door. Elisha had the vision- and it thrilled him. Gehazi needed it.
What I'm saying is what Anne said in that portion of her book. What Moses asked in the cleft of the rock. What Hagar needed to see. What I need to see. Ask God to show the vision. Ask for His guidance as you travel through the situation. I grant there are times where it is too great for us, and He simply asks us to trust. Take His hand in those times, and walk with Him. One day you will be able to see it all clearly, and will rejoice.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Revival n' Wrestling
It's time to play a game of true confessions. Since I'm the only one with a voice on this blog, I'll go:
I have been a wrestling fan for 27 years, since I was ten years old.
There. I said it.
It used to be fun in 4th and 5th grade, especially after school when I would wrestle around with others in school, we put each other in figure-four leglocks, etc. I even went to school with my face painted as Sting. I was the only one I knew that was a wrestking fan, though, after 6th grade.This used to be something I had to keep quiet about.
Wrestling became mainstream in the 1980s, thanks to the efforts of Hulk Hogan, Vince McMahon, and the WWF's Rock n' Wrestling time. The NWA was what I gravitated toward, however, thanks to living in North Carolina, and World Championship Wrestling on Saturday nights.
Wrestling revolutionized in the 1990s, with the NWA morphing into WCW, the Monday night wrestling wars, and the "Attitude era." It also got a lot more raunchy in different aspects, and things got a lot more real.
Wrestlers were dying.
I used to collect wrestling magzines like crazy. I read Pro Wrestling Illustrated like it was going out of style, while my friends read comics, Tiger Beat, etc. I remember the deaths of Mike von Erich (David was before my time), then Bruiser Brody's murder, the fatal accident that killed Adrian Adonis. Then it was Chris von Erich, then brother Kerry. Then it was Brian Pillman, later on Owen Hart, then the list grew by leaps and bounds. If you want to get an idea, check out this site. It goes from the 1980s to the 1990s, and then starts breaking down by 5 year increments, if that tells you anything.
There was a common denominator on all of them: drugs, suicide, or heart conditions. Rick Rude, Curt Hennig, the list continued to grow. Chris Benoit's seemingly tragic-then revealed murder-suicide shook up a lot of people.
Something else started happening as well. Something glorious. It started with reading the book Every Man Has His Price by Ted DiBiase. There was Jake Roberts becoming born again. There was my childhood hero, Sting.
Wrestlers were being saved by the grace and power of God.
Shawn Michaels, Nikita Koloff, and the Road Warriors, Hawk and Animal. Hawk (Mike Hegstrand) is unfortunately one of the wrestlers that is also among the statistics of wrestlers that died early, but told quite a story of deliverance from drugs and a dangerous lifestyle before God called him home.
In the last two weeks, two things brought this back to me. I finally got to read Lex Luger's book, Wrestling With the Devil. God saved him from, basically himself. I lifestyle of self, drugs, alcohol, infidelity, and deceit, that found him dealing with the death of Elizabeth Hullete and in jail. His story of redemption is well worth a read.
This past Sunday was the other- getting to meet Marc Mero at Bald Mountain Baptist Church here in West Jefferson, NC. Here's a link of pic's his team took of this event- I'm on the far left of the congregation shot (just saying). He has a powerful message that he is taking to schools and churches, and I wish his group the best. They are changing lives and reaching people.
I am so happy to see what God is doing in the wrestling world. The battle is still going on- I noticed former wrestler Shawn O'Haire committed suicide this week at age 43. The saddest thing I saw while reading his biography was that he was a practicing Buddhist. That breaks my heart, knowing what that means for his eternal soul.
The really good news for us Christians is that our battle, like the wrestling world, is pre-determined. We don't know what our battle will look like, how long the match will be, but we know who will win the match.
Now that should get a pop!
I have been a wrestling fan for 27 years, since I was ten years old.
There. I said it.
It used to be fun in 4th and 5th grade, especially after school when I would wrestle around with others in school, we put each other in figure-four leglocks, etc. I even went to school with my face painted as Sting. I was the only one I knew that was a wrestking fan, though, after 6th grade.This used to be something I had to keep quiet about.
Wrestling became mainstream in the 1980s, thanks to the efforts of Hulk Hogan, Vince McMahon, and the WWF's Rock n' Wrestling time. The NWA was what I gravitated toward, however, thanks to living in North Carolina, and World Championship Wrestling on Saturday nights.
Wrestling revolutionized in the 1990s, with the NWA morphing into WCW, the Monday night wrestling wars, and the "Attitude era." It also got a lot more raunchy in different aspects, and things got a lot more real.
Wrestlers were dying.
I used to collect wrestling magzines like crazy. I read Pro Wrestling Illustrated like it was going out of style, while my friends read comics, Tiger Beat, etc. I remember the deaths of Mike von Erich (David was before my time), then Bruiser Brody's murder, the fatal accident that killed Adrian Adonis. Then it was Chris von Erich, then brother Kerry. Then it was Brian Pillman, later on Owen Hart, then the list grew by leaps and bounds. If you want to get an idea, check out this site. It goes from the 1980s to the 1990s, and then starts breaking down by 5 year increments, if that tells you anything.
There was a common denominator on all of them: drugs, suicide, or heart conditions. Rick Rude, Curt Hennig, the list continued to grow. Chris Benoit's seemingly tragic-then revealed murder-suicide shook up a lot of people.
Something else started happening as well. Something glorious. It started with reading the book Every Man Has His Price by Ted DiBiase. There was Jake Roberts becoming born again. There was my childhood hero, Sting.
Wrestlers were being saved by the grace and power of God.
Shawn Michaels, Nikita Koloff, and the Road Warriors, Hawk and Animal. Hawk (Mike Hegstrand) is unfortunately one of the wrestlers that is also among the statistics of wrestlers that died early, but told quite a story of deliverance from drugs and a dangerous lifestyle before God called him home.
In the last two weeks, two things brought this back to me. I finally got to read Lex Luger's book, Wrestling With the Devil. God saved him from, basically himself. I lifestyle of self, drugs, alcohol, infidelity, and deceit, that found him dealing with the death of Elizabeth Hullete and in jail. His story of redemption is well worth a read.
This past Sunday was the other- getting to meet Marc Mero at Bald Mountain Baptist Church here in West Jefferson, NC. Here's a link of pic's his team took of this event- I'm on the far left of the congregation shot (just saying). He has a powerful message that he is taking to schools and churches, and I wish his group the best. They are changing lives and reaching people.
I am so happy to see what God is doing in the wrestling world. The battle is still going on- I noticed former wrestler Shawn O'Haire committed suicide this week at age 43. The saddest thing I saw while reading his biography was that he was a practicing Buddhist. That breaks my heart, knowing what that means for his eternal soul.
The really good news for us Christians is that our battle, like the wrestling world, is pre-determined. We don't know what our battle will look like, how long the match will be, but we know who will win the match.
Now that should get a pop!
Thursday, July 24, 2014
What am I up to? About page 250.
Is blogging a lost art already? Have our attention spans grown so short that we no longer can look at anything more than two sentences? Do people no longer have time to even write a couple of paragraphs?
Sorry. Didn't mean to start on a tangent.
What does the title mean?
Well, in the last couple of years (since 2012) I have become an avid reader. I used to read only biographies, and even then only sporadically. Since 2012, I've been devouring books. I don't know what triggered the change in me, but I love it. I've read several topics, wrestler biographies, books about the introvert nature, UNC football and basketball, books about Asperger's syndrome, music, even books by cartoonists.
My big interest has been Civil War history. This was true before I started reading in earnest, but my knowledge has expounded since then.
For example: in 2010, I chose in my college English class to write a position paper justifying the South's secession from the Union. I aced that paper, by the way. If I could go back and write that paper in 2014, I would not only re-ace it, I would blow that paper away. The thing is, we have been taught so much wrong information about that time period and the reasoning behind the war, it's scary.
My latest book has been turning heads, primarily because of the size of it. People at work have been doing double takes and asking me about it- primarily because of the size My mother-in-law has even looked at it in bewilderment. To them, I guess I look like Charlie Brown carrying around War and Peace.
The book is called Memoirs of Service Afloat, by Admiral Raphael Semmes of the Confederate States Navy.
Okay, that picture may not make it look that big. Let's measure it for perspective:
Most people tend to shy away from books with a 3 inch spine. Yes, it's 833 pages, not counting the Preface and Introduction. But after a week in I am a quarter of the way through and am thoroughly enjoying it. Admiral Semmes was an excellent storyteller, defender, and expounded on the justifications for what happened in an amazing fashion.
(By the way, the cause of the war was NOT slavery, like you've been told.)
So the journey continues. I'll expound more about what I learn and have learned from other authors and books in future writings.
Sorry. Didn't mean to start on a tangent.
What does the title mean?
Well, in the last couple of years (since 2012) I have become an avid reader. I used to read only biographies, and even then only sporadically. Since 2012, I've been devouring books. I don't know what triggered the change in me, but I love it. I've read several topics, wrestler biographies, books about the introvert nature, UNC football and basketball, books about Asperger's syndrome, music, even books by cartoonists.
My big interest has been Civil War history. This was true before I started reading in earnest, but my knowledge has expounded since then.
For example: in 2010, I chose in my college English class to write a position paper justifying the South's secession from the Union. I aced that paper, by the way. If I could go back and write that paper in 2014, I would not only re-ace it, I would blow that paper away. The thing is, we have been taught so much wrong information about that time period and the reasoning behind the war, it's scary.
My latest book has been turning heads, primarily because of the size of it. People at work have been doing double takes and asking me about it- primarily because of the size My mother-in-law has even looked at it in bewilderment. To them, I guess I look like Charlie Brown carrying around War and Peace.
(By the way, the cause of the war was NOT slavery, like you've been told.)
So the journey continues. I'll expound more about what I learn and have learned from other authors and books in future writings.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
My Return & The Solution to the Problem Facing America
Not that I have that opinion of myself. I am not the solution to America's problems, though if more Americans thought like I did, we'd have a lot less problems. (That's not overly boastful, is it?)
But here is what I'm talking about- the solution to the great problem facing America.
What problem am I talking about? The "threat" of climate change? Obamacare run amok? Terrorism? Rising gas prices? Justin Bieber?
No- none of those. I'm talking about...
When you see this logo, what do you think of? Do you think of disparaging images of American Indians? Do you look of them as oppressed people in American history? Do you think of them as anything different than you?
I don't. I know in God's eyes, we are all people, equal in the sight of God. When I see that logo, I think of:
Slingin' Sammy Baugh
Joe Gibbs
George Allen
John Riggins
Sonny Jurgensen
The Hogs
This guy:
Doug Williams and his awesome Super Bowl XXII performance
RGIII
But don't get me wrong- I'm not a Redskins fan. I've had lots of fun with Redskins fans reminding them of :
Richie Pettibon
Albert Haynesworth
Jim Zorn
Steve Spurrier's lips flapping like a horse
and this:
Do the Redskins need to change their name? Absolutely not. The name is meant as a tribute, just like the Chiefs, Braves, Indians, Blackhawks, and Seminoles. If this name goes down, you guys are next.
So here is my solution. Don't change the name, change the mascot. Presenting the new Washington Redskins:
And okay, this is not my image, but I'm glad to see that someone has thought of it:
Look at it like this: you would be promoting nutrition, so Michelle Obama would be on board. Vegetarians would not be upset, and meat eaters would be happy as well, because what's better than meat and potatoes? Farmers would be happy, and the name would linger on.
What are we waiting for? Let's embrace it, and pay the person that created this image (whoever they are)!
Problem solved. Thank you America. I'll be back in a week or two.
But here is what I'm talking about- the solution to the great problem facing America.
What problem am I talking about? The "threat" of climate change? Obamacare run amok? Terrorism? Rising gas prices? Justin Bieber?
No- none of those. I'm talking about...
I don't. I know in God's eyes, we are all people, equal in the sight of God. When I see that logo, I think of:
Slingin' Sammy Baugh
Joe Gibbs
George Allen
John Riggins
Sonny Jurgensen
The Hogs
This guy:
RGIII
But don't get me wrong- I'm not a Redskins fan. I've had lots of fun with Redskins fans reminding them of :
Richie Pettibon
Albert Haynesworth
Jim Zorn
Steve Spurrier's lips flapping like a horse
and this:
So here is my solution. Don't change the name, change the mascot. Presenting the new Washington Redskins:
What are we waiting for? Let's embrace it, and pay the person that created this image (whoever they are)!
Problem solved. Thank you America. I'll be back in a week or two.
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