Category: people

  • Mystical Authority or Business Salesmanship?

    Mystical Authority or Business Salesmanship?

    When I talk to pastors, doctors, and therapists, there are many awkward silences on my end during our conversations. I’m sure I give many awkward facial expressions. I can’t really help it.

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  • What Does It Look Like to Be There For Someone?

    What does it mean to actually “be there” for someone? We often check in and ask questions like:

    “How’s it going?”

    “How are you?”

    “How can I help?”

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  • How Do You Socialize and Not Compromise?

    One of the greatest challenges Real Food Foodies face is socializing. Nothing kills a friendship buzz like a friend who can’t eat anywhere because everything served is “too toxic.” I mean, pesticides, GMOs, and processed foods are certainly unhealthy. But having lived for nine months with a natural-foods-only family as a teenager, I know how it feels to be treated like a leper (Dr. Pepper was forbidden at the dinner table). Those strong food quality convictions can make for some really undesirable conversations.

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  • Saying Goodbye To My Grandma, Judy Dessinger

    I said goodbye to my Grandma last week. She was someone special to me. Not always the softest person, but she was absolutely my biggest supporter. No one made me feel special like Grandma. I will always cherish her generosity, and the satisfying warmth of being genuinely celebrated each time I visited.

    She’s one of my favorite people EVER. She will be missed.

    Jewell ‘Judy’ Shorter Dessinger

    Mar. 6, 1923 — Oct. 20, 2012

    The Duncan Banner

    DUNCAN — Jewell (Judy) Shorter Dessinger, 89, entered the eternal presence of her Heavenly Father on Saturday, Oct. 20, 2012. She was “a woman of noble character worth far more than rubies” who was blessed with a long and happy life. Her memorial service will be at 2 p.m. Tuesday at Jubilee Full Gospel Tabernacle, two miles west of U.S. Hwy 81 on Seminole Road in Duncan, officiated by Rev. Alton Hutto.

    The service will be followed by interment in Duncan Municipal Cemetery under direction of Carter-Smart Funeral Home. For memorials, flowers may be sent to Carter-Smart Funeral Home in Duncan.

    Jewell was born Mar. 6, 1923, in Duncan, to the late Jesse Shorter and Ruby Brooks Shorter. She was their first daughter, the third of seven children. Jewell graduated from Empire School and began working at the Palace Drug Store in Duncan where she met her husband-to-be, Army Staff Sergeant Howard Dessinger who was serving at Ft. Sill. It was love at first sight. Howard and Jewell were married three months later on Leap Year — Feb. 29, 1944, in Duncan. Shortly after their marriage, Howard was sent to the Philippine Islands, and Jewell remained in Duncan. Jewell was proud of Howard’s military service. Jerry, her first son, was born while Howard was overseas. After returning from the war, Howard, Jewell, and Jerry moved to Fort Dodge, Iowa, Howard’s hometown. There her second son, Steven, was born. In 1956, the family relocated to Tulsa. Jewell loved children and enjoyed teaching Sunday school in the Junior Department at Sheridan Christian Center for over 15 years. She loved to visit with her wonderful friends in the Gleaners Sunday school class. Jewell graduated from Hillcrest Nursing School in Tulsa and worked as an LPN for nine years. She later received her nursing home administrator license and served as the nursing home administrator at Tulsa Christian Home for 19 years. Jewell was a natural caregiver who loved to visit each of her patients every day.

    Jewell enjoyed cooking, gardening, crocheting, listening to hymns and gospel music, and traveling the world with her husband. She especially enjoyed their trips to Switzerland and Hawaii. Jewell’s warm smile, humor, listening ear, and generous heart blessed many. She never met a stranger and put people immediately at ease. Her greatest joy was providing love, encouragement, and support to her family, friends, and neighbors. This included serving her Berean Sunday School Class at Woodlake Assembly of God by making phone calls to encourage her dear friends. She had an impact on her family and friends that cannot be estimated. Her smile, laugh, and hugs will be greatly missed. Her legacy will live on through the lives of those who loved her.

    The Scripture Proverbs 31:28 is a fitting description: “Her children rise up and call her blessed. Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all.”

    In March of 2009, she moved to Texas where she lived with her younger son Steve and his family. In July of 2009, Howard, her husband of 65 years, passed away. Their faithful love and commitment to each other has been a beautiful inspiration. In March of 2011, Jewell moved to Wilkins Nursing Center in Duncan. The family would like to thank Wilkins Nursing Center and Ross Hospice Care for their loving care and support.

    Jewell was preceded in death by her parents, Jesse Shorter and Ruby Brooks Shorter; her brother, Marion Shorter; her brother, Wayne Shorter; her sister, Delores Shorter Brooks; her brother, David Shorter; and her husband of 65 years, Howard Dessinger. What a wonderful time of reuniting and rejoicing that must be.

    Jewell is survived by her brother, Roy Shorter of Duncan; her sister, Clairece Shorter Hutto of Duncan; her son, Jerry Dessinger of Tulsa; her son and wife, Steven and Marian Dessinger of North Richland Hills, Texas; her granddaughter, Kristine Dessinger of North Richland Hills, Texas; her grandson and wife, Daniel and Heather Dessinger of Franklin, Tennessee; her great-granddaughter, Kathryn; her great-grandson, Micah; her beloved sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, nieces, and nephews; and a host of dear friends.


  • Cecil and Prince: A Father’s Responsibility

    Cecil and Prince FielderIt is a father's natural responsibility to affirm and approve of his son. It doesn't matter whether you intended to be a father or not. It doesn't matter how absent your father was. Too many men apparently don't want to know that they have the power of assigning value and worth to a child. It's not a sexist statement. Fathers and mothers impart different things to their children. 

    I am saddened when I hear about Prince Fielder, a consideration for Major League Baseball's NL MVP award, say that he doesn't care about awards except insofar as his father (Cecil Fielder) never won one and to do what his father hasn't done is to finally shut him up.  

    What happened here, Cecil? I'm hearing on the radio that you made asinine statements about your own son to the public. What the hell is the matter with you? He's YOUR SON. 

    Prince has 50 home runs, but doesn't care about any of it until he supercedes his father with number 52. The comments I heard on ESPN radio yesterday indicate that Cecil Fielder (the father) once commented publicly that the main reason his son Prince received so much attention as a newcomer to the league was because of the family name.

    There's also the whole divorce and family issues. Apparently, Cecil dropped his wife and his son Prince like a hot potato earlier in his career. Prince is on the cusp of accomplishing things his father never did, and his wounds are starting to show through.

    I don't want to see anyone writing about how Prince needs to stop complaining about the old man. Give him a break. It's hard enough to grow up and mature WITH a functional family. Without one, there are always emotional casualties. Cecil wasn't around to father. He's said things that demean his son's abilities in front of the national media. In essence, he has not affirmed his son. I applaud Prince's drive to overcome the insults heaved toward him. He's attempting to be the overcomer.

    Once he's accomplished what his father could not, Prince Fielder will stand on his own two feet as an accomplished athlete. No one will talk to him like he's in his deadbeat dad's shadow. Forgive me for judging, because we're all imperfect and wonderfully flawed. But give this guy a break. He should be applauded by his father. Cecil Fielder should be going on the record saying how much he hopes and expects his son to surpass his own accomplishments. That's what a father's heart does. It longs for more for the son that the father himself could have.

    I'm looking for prominent men in all walks of life who truly father their children. I want to applaud them for raising up a generation of sons who will know their value and will believe in themselves and stand firmly for what they believe in. In the meantime, we must call a spade a spade and not condone poor fathering on the grounds of stardom.  


  • Good Communicators: When NOT to Speak

    hushNot everyone is a good communicator. That's fairly obvious. What isn't so obvious, or at least commonly discussed, is when it's a good time for even talented communicators to zip the lip. Some of you communicators out there feel entitled to speak at all times, given the fact that when you do speak, people understand what is being said. 

    Having a gift isn't the same as being mature, however. This is where people get confused. There are many skilled communicators who are VERY immature. There are various reasons for stunted growth in social and emotional areas, and we won't cover all the reasons why this happens today.

    After some honest reflection, it's rather obvious to me that a gifted communicator will get away with a lot more immaturity than others, if for no other reason than because he or she can talk a good game. Sadly, knowing words and how to use them does mean that you are the embodiment of their concepts. Politicians are the perfect example. Eloquent words of peace, new beginnings, and reform are always popular subjects for political speeches. Does anyone really believe that these men and women espouse their stated ideals?

    People learn to say what it takes to get results. Period. Children learn this at an early age. If good behavior doesn't attract attention, then bad behavior is the next choice. If that gets results, the child tries it again later. Eventually, a child learns what is effective and what isn't. The ends justifies the means.

    Until you grow up… at least, that's the hope. Hopefully, you eventually reach a certain point where you weigh the pros and the cons and make intelligent decisions, sometimes accepting the more difficult road in light of the costs of the easy road.

    Gifted communicators learn early on that the right words unlock the right doors. They find that if they can simply study words and the responses they elicit, the right combination of words can be found each time to elicit the desired response. For an immature communicator, this means that people and words become mathematical equations. Plug the right symbols into the right places and the equation works perfectly.

    Sadly, this means that some communicators spend more time studying how to manipulate people than how to mean what they say. These orators have the gift of gab, and it's their ticket to the big time just like stunning looks allow some women to get whatever they want without ever developing a deeper personality.

    I guess it's the same deal as always, different details. Football stars make their way through life on their athletic talent. Musicians and singers get what they want because of their ability. Models get what they want because they're beautiful. And talkers get what they want because they know the right words to say. 

    All of these giftings may require some discipline to hone or maintain, but we all tend to gravitate towards what we do best. We all want praise and we all want to feel valuable. 

    The biggest challenge for a gifted communicator will be learning when to remain silent. You may know the right words to get what you want, but can you walk the talk? If you're not speaking from life experience or sincere belief, chances are your mouth will write checks your character can't cash. Just remember that silence can be more profitable than the right words, if it means that you don't overextend yourself. Do what you say. That's character. If you can't do it, don't say it. 

    You're only as good as your word. 


  • So You Think You Can Dance

    So You Think You Can Dance
    “So You Think You Can Dance,” one of my favorite summer T.V. shows, is here again. I must say, each year I am inspired anew. Inspired by their beautiful bodies to take care of my own. Inspired by their discipline, passion and strength. For me, most T.V. shows do nothing more than entertain. But with this one, I feel reminded that the world is a stage. Radiance is a lifestyle: a mix of gratitude, confidence, generosity, humility and determination. I want to be radiant. I want to be surrounded by radiant people. I’m blessed in that way, because the people closest to me glow with a particular kind of life. In some it is very faint, others very bright, but with each I anticipate what a new day will reveal about them.

    When I was a young dancer, I was taught that it’s not how you begin a pirouette . . . it’s whether or not you can land it. All pirouettes start out looking pretty much the same, but toward the end it’s easy to see which dancers are deliberately creating beauty and which are flopping around. Flopping can be beautiful, but it lacks form. Thanks to Plato, I love Form, and I need it to properly enjoy dance. Unless, of course, my daughter-to-be wants to flop around. I’ll flop with her all day.

    My husband would probably turn this into a basketball analogy. It’s fun to watch someone get lucky and beat the buzzer at the 3 point line once in awhile. But it can be more satisfying to watch a pro sink the same ball because one can sense the desire, commitment, and practice behind that shot.

    If you asked me to tell you what life analogy I take away from “So You Think You Can Dance,” it would be this: Floppy leads to Form. A pirouette is never good the first thousand times. It always begins beautifully and ends horribly. It takes time to learn to land a pirouette. It takes time to land a new phase of life, too. Beginning a new phase is the most natural thing in the world. Like getting married. When Daniel and I said our vows we started beautifully . . . then landed on our proverbial asses. When we finally quit busting our asses we were still short of a masterpiece, but a new element was added into our routine nevertheless: parenthood. So far we’ve inflicted, and received, more than our share scrapes and bruises trying to dance this new dance together. It doesn’t matter, though. Floppy leads to Form, and I have the best dance partner in the world.


  • Interpersonal Relationship Tip #1: Choose to Be Unselfish in Conversation

    If I had a dollar for every person I’ve met who has yet to grasp this concept, I’d be rich. Why do self-absorbed people never understand this simple lesson? I’m going to spell it out for you in simple English so you won’t miss it this time:

    Stop always talking about yourself!

    Okay, now for some elaboration. You’re not off the hook yet. This includes all of you who may not talk about yourself, but you’re only interested in the conversation because someone else is talking about you. If they discuss themselves for very long at all, your mind wanders and you wish the conversation was over.

    Here’s a tip: Grow up!

    Some people actually believe that they are very popular because the people they speak to are less selfish. Sorry, but you’re somehow taking their kindness and unselfishness and assuming that they don’t have a dozen other topics as interesting or more than you that they fail to mention. Well, if they have so much of importance to say, why do they always talk about me? Hmmm…. Well, the obvious reason is that you hung the moon.

    Right.

    Interpersonal Relationship Tip #1: Engage the other person on whatever level they are capable. Start by discussing the other person. If and when they appear comfortable discussing other things for any length of time, feel free to follow their lead. At times, it will be necessary to prod someone out into unfamiliar waters because without some help they’re going to stay put forever.

    How do you know which type of person you are? It’s simple, really. Does the conversation revolve around you or the other person? There you go. If you don’t regularly express interest in other people’s lives, you are the weaker one in the relationship (don’t freak out, guys – this includes any level of knowing another person).

    This post comes from years of being the person who always asks dozens of personal questions about other people in an attempt to get people to talk. It’s great to know people, so don’t think that I’m complaining for all the information I’ve received. Far from it. But there comes a point when you realize that after all the effort you’ve put into knowing someone, they’ve never reciprocated interest. They still know you only on the levels which you engage them.

    At some point, we call these people leeches. They feed off the attention of others who are willing to get to know them. But they’re uncomfortable allowing someone else to receive positive attention, so they either stick with selfish topics or they lash out in resentment. Some people already know that they fall into this category, but feel powerless to change. Others don’t care to change. Still others are unaware, or refuse to become aware, and they choose instead to make others feel stupid when the conversation ceases to revolve around them.

    There are two types of bodies of water: flowing and stagnant. People very closing resemble these two types. Stagnant water becomes a swamp: rotting, infested with insects and mold. Flowing water remains fresh and healthier to drink. People who absorb all the attention and conversation are a swamp. They start to stink after a while.

    Think about it. Even if you’re too proud to overtly acknowledge the point, maybe there’s someone in your life you’d rather not lose to your own selfishness. It’s worth considering.


  • To My Firstborn

    I have wondered about you for 20 years. I have hoped that I would do right by you, and feared that I would not be able to help but fail you. I have wondered who you would be. I have wondered if you would be like me. I have feared that you will receive all the attention, and the next will feel forgotten.

    You are the greatest gift, though you barely exist. You have existed in my heart for years. I have written to you and for you in my journals these past ten years. I have thought much about the life I will prepare for you.

    I will not turn you into a task. You will not be my list of do’s and dont’s. You are mine. You come from me. I will honor your life with my fullest attention.

    I will not make you an idol. I will live a balanced life, and show you how to do the same. You shall have everything that is mine. Nothing will be withheld from you.

    I wait to meet you face to face with great anticipation. Your arrival will mark a miraculous moment in my life. You will teach me what I have forgotten: to see the world with eyes of wonder, fear, astonishment, and joy. You will draw from me latent wisdom and understanding.

    I have not met you, but you are no stranger. Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone. You are a part of me. I am a part of you. When you suffer, I suffer. When you rejoice, I rejoice. Your suffering cannot go unnoticed by me. Your hopes and dreams are more precious than a lifetime of fame. Your success is my success.

    You will live with possibilities I never knew. I will encourage your creativity, your curiosity, and your passion. You have my blessing to be exactly who God made you to be. And I will be every bit the father you need to make the journey. And should I fail, your heavenly Father will cover you and protect you with his love.

    It is not long now. Soon, we will meet, face to face. Enjoy the journey, my beloved.

    — Pappa


  • Family Moving Back to Texas

    It’s official! My family is moving back to North Texas. There’s nothing like the DFW area. It marks the soul. The only thing greater would be to be rich and travel to exotic places and relax on tropical beaches. I say that now, but summer’s coming and I’ll be ready to go arctic.

    We can’t wait to have my family back in the area. We’re hoping to have monthly, if not weekly, Shabbat dinners in our home with family and let our parents help us out with babysitting when the first kid comes along.

    Please keep my family in your prayers. They are still looking for work.

    Have a great one!