Thursday, December 8, 2016

Don Woodburn Retires...

I just found this today. My cousin, Don Woodburn, son of Al Greta Woodburn, retied from the presidency of the Dodge City Community College in 2015. (He has my Uncle Al's nose and eyes. And you can see a similar family resemblance in my cousin Cy Henderson.)


Here's my cousin, Don, with his wife and children taken in 2009

I haven't seen Don since I was a kid.

Here's some more links with information about my Cousin Don:



Change and Adaptation for Community Colleges

DCCC Optimistic About the Future  (This one has two clips of him speaking, if you keep clicking on the links)

Don Woodburn commenting on Temple Grandin

Don Woodburn on Facebook 



Relative Featured in the News...

Jessica Minarcin, daughter of my cousin, Rhonda Woodburn Minarcin, is pictured in this article and mentioned as a supporter of the Saga Humane Society about rescue dogs from Belize...

Belize dogs call Boerne homeLocal family teams with Saga Humane Society


Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Why I Left the Presbyerian Church

Dear Stephen;

When I was a senior in High School my Uncle Jim invited me to come to Northwest Missouri State University where he was head librarian. He said he could get me in-state tuition and I could live in his basement with it's own bathroom and exit out the rear of the house. His home was within walking distance of the university. I'd heard that the art department at ENMU in Portales was in a mess with infighting and a few key professors leaving. I didn't want to live in Clovis any more--I wanted to get away from my parents. It was depressing to think of living at home and going to school at ENMU. I asked the Lord what I should do and He said I should go to ENMU. I didn't want to do it, so I disobeyed. I took the Greyhound bus to Kansas City where my uncle picked me up. He helped me get enrolled at NWMSU and introduced me to a girl he thought I'd like who worked in the library.

I'd opened the door to the force of deception because I'd believed my own lie that I could disobey God and be fine. I thought I would be sitting on the fence rather than disobeying Him because I wanted to live by Christian principles and go to church etc. while in Missouri. Once deception is given place, it seeks to take more ground until it runs its course. Deception is not a spirit, per se, it's a force like Faith or Hope. (Love is not a force, Love is a Person.) The girl he introduced me to became jealous of me. I don't remember why, or if I ever really knew. I think it was a combination of factors, her friends found me interesting--New Mexico is practically a foreign place to some people--and I can be quite the comedian in the right circumstances. Anyway, this girl plotted her revenge. She invited me to her church. When I got there she ignored me and then she gathered her friends around her and pointed at me and started talking about me. I was in the back of a large group trying to get to her, but everybody was outside milling around and it was difficult. By the time I got to her, the group closed ranks and wouldn't let me in or even speak to me. They gave me nasty looks and turned their backs on me. My uncle was in church himself and wouldn't be coming to pick me up until after his service was over. This girl's church was on the outskirts of town--too far in the humid heat to walk, especially when I wasn't certain how to get back to my uncle's house. I went into the worship service, sat by myself by people who acted like I had leprosy and endured until my uncle came to retrieve me.

My family attended Central Baptist Church in Clovis from the time I started elementary school. Baptists teach that the wine Jesus drank and served was not alcoholic. My Uncle Jim proved to me from the Bible and from historical evidence that it was alcoholic. By this time I had come to believe that God had abandoned me. Now I thought God had lied to me. I don't remember what more my uncle told me about the Bible, but it was negative. He was a product of the criticism movement that questioned the validity of every book of the Bible. I decided I'd look for God somewhere besides in the Bible.

Years later, when I was in a pit of hell married to a wife-beater who was addicted to marijuana, pornography and amphetamines, with 3 children and a mortgage and a husband who only worked sporadically, God reached out to me. Philip's aunt gave me a book titled, "Strike the Original Match," a book about godly marriage. It made sense to me. That was the beginning of my journey into God.

In fairness to myself--I wasn't a rebellious person as a teen. I stood up to a date who wanted me to drink whiskey with him, even when he pulled a knife and held it to my throat. I refused a boy I liked very much (Philip's father) when he wanted to go to far on dates. I went door to door with a friend witnessing for Jesus and was a regular in youth group.

After WWII my father became a hard-driving man. He determined he would pay off the debts from the Woodburn Ranch bankruptcy. He worked like a dog into the dark almost every day. He demanded we work hard also. He must have dealt with issues of self-esteem and he carried a lot of bitterness. His brothers all took bankruptcy and had already diversified into other areas of life. My Uncle Horace had plant nurseries in Clovis and Las Cruces. My Uncle Ace had become a school teacher and later superintendent of schools in places like Alamogordo and Grants. My Uncle Al became an Ag teacher and later a County Agent in Chaves County. My Aunts, Stella and Jean, were school teachers. My Dad was the only one who ended up actually working full time on the ranch. Uncle Al was speculating in cattle futures and guiding that end of it and the other brothers funneled money in for investment. My Dad built a feedlot so large it got attention for its design and ambition and was written up in magazines and newspapers. He also managed the farm which produced the hay and grain needed to feed the animals. Uncle Al had prophesied that cattle prices were rising and would continue to rise and the cattle in the feedlot were timed to be ready at the peak of the climb. Trucks were on the way, but were prevented from collecting the cattle when a huge snowstorm socked the region in. The cattle lost weight, the prices dropped, the ranch was bankrupt.

When my first boyfriend broke up with me, I was devastated. The devastation to my heart was on par with Phil's death a few months before Philip's birth. I really loved that boy and we had talked about eloping. But his mother had listened to his sister's silly, malicious gossip and demanded he break up with me.

My Dad must have been having a rough time--the nursery business by definition is rough since nobody wants to buy plants in the winter, it's boom and bust every year and couple that with my Dad's chosen mountain of debt you can see he was under a lot of pressure. At just the right moment, when my heart was broken, he took his agony out on me and told me I was "good for nothing." These words lodged in my heart like the wrong kind of Cupid's arrow. I believed him. I suppose this was the first deception that ensnared me. The double-minded person can expect nothing good. My head would insist I wasn't good for nothing, but my heart didn't believe it. It has taken me most of my life to get free of this particular lie.

This is the background from which I come. My first principle is this: the Bible is the only document that a person can base her life on. Not Baptist doctrine, not Presbyterian doctrine, not the Westminster Confession. Any deviation from the Bible is an opening for deception. Having examined the Presbyterian doctrine of predestination for as long as we attended First Pres. in Dexter, I've concluded that the Calvinist or Westminster Confession interpretation of predestination is a lie straight out of the pit of hell. This is a rather extreme assertion, I know. Perhaps your feelings are hurt, but don't be hurt. You too much operate according to the light you have--that's all any of us can do--and if you have reconciled it to yourself, then it's not my affair. My aim here is to explain myself. It is not my place to change your mind--though I have tried to influence you in the past. I assume lots of people try to influence you now and then and in your kindness, you never hold it against them--which I appreciate vastly. I am not attacking you. You operate in the environment where you are placed to the best of your ability--that's all any of us can do--and you do it better than most! This isn't about you, it's about Presbyterian doctrine. If it were only about you, we'd still be attending church where you are the Pastor.

There was a time in church history when the doctrine of predestination, as presented in the Westminster Confession, had gained such a hold in people's mindsets that church members did not take care of the poor or evangelize anybody. They viewed the poor and the lost has having been predestined to their miserable state. Predestination (henceforth meaning Westminster Confession's definition of predestination) puts the responsibility for each person's salvation totally on God with no human participation needed. God chooses who will be saved and who will not and a person is powerless to object. What can a mere mortal do to possibly help matters? Every person is utterly depraved and incapable of anything good until God plucks them from their damnation and compels them to be different. This also absolves a person of believing he can do anything about his/her behavior. God makes us the way we are and we're stuck there until He makes us different. This doctrine plays out in First Pres. congregation where efforts are made to educate our own children in the basics and give them opportunities for service as chosen by the leadership, who represent God in this case, and tells them to do it as part of the youth group membership requirements. Once the obligation to serve in youth group is complete, most youth see no further need to serve anywhere by their own choosing--they will serve as compelled or requested by leadership. Nobody has left our youth group and started a soup kitchen somewhere that I know of (except maybe Briana). Though, I know you intend to disciple the kids, your efforts are defeated because of predestination. Even though Jesus commanded believers to heal the sick, raise the dead and disciple nations, predestination defeats His command. That is why it is a lie straight out of the pit of hell.

Like me as a wounded teen, nobody can go beyond what they believe in their hearts. If you believe that every person is predestined by God to the fate they now live in, then you cannot do anything to disciple anybody--except your own children, who you hope, like yourself, are also predestined, but they might not be, so there you are. Maybe they'll be in Heaven with you, maybe not. My Aunt Jean, wife of an Episcopalian minister, expressed the view that she would find out if God had chosen her for Heaven when she died. I pitied her in that moment, but she was a great lady and formidable intellect in virtually every other way. What one believes in the heart becomes the paradigm of one's life. I answered questions on AllExperts.com from a young man suffering from Asperger's Syndrome. This form of autism is generally one that permits a person to interact fairly well with other humans, however, like all forms of autism he was subject to grasping a concept and thinking it through to the bitter conclusion. I spent years discussing predestination with him and the Biblical basis against the Westminster definition of it to no avail. He ended up going mad and I had to sever all contact with him. If one follows the doctrine of predestination out to all of its logical conclusions, that God has chosen who will be saved and who will not from the foundation of the world, then how can one avoid going mad? This means that Jesus' suffering before, during and after the cross, were mere formalities and not just sadism in the most extreme, horrible degree, but masochism as well. A sado/masochistic God has made earth a prison planet where He can fire His cosmic ray gun at the sinner at will--hurricanes against sinful cities, earthquakes to torment the wicked, sickness and disease all to torture us before we are either plucked from this miserable place into Heaven to sing endless praises (by compulsion) to God, because we have no other choice, or go to hell where our torment will continue. Dan pointed out the other side of this, the man who became a Unitarian because he could not accept that God would choose anyone for hell.

The truth respecting predestination is somewhere else--not in the Westminster Confession.

The baptism of infants increasingly became an agony for me--especially when you encourage the congregation to "remember your baptism." How can they remember that moment when a preacher daubed their infant heads with water? I found myself mourning for the infants, so cute in your arms, so calm in your capable hands. They'll never have the small terror of being dunked by a person, not a family member, over their heads in water. It gives the person being baptized a taste of dying--dying to self. It gives the person a taste of trusting someone outside one's self with one's life. And then coming out of the water to emerge on the other side of the baptism pool, raised to new life, the old life behind. How sad those Presbyterian children will never experience that! I mourn their loss.

The prayer of confession which typically contains some list of wrongs done during the week and the assertion God forgives was another moment of grief for me. I am a person who already has the kernel in my heart that I am good for nothing, the prayer of confession wasn't a chance to be forgiven, but a chance to have the belief reinforced. Jesus said, it is with the heart a man believes and from the heart comes the man's deeds. If a man believes he is a sinner, how can he stop? Rather than confessing, "As He is, so are we in this world," I John 4:17, we are confessing, "We are not as He is, we are other than He is." And ultimately we're saying His Blood isn't sufficient except for one week's worth of sin abatement. We were saying even God cannot transform us, we cannot be as He is. We are not the righteousness of Christ, Romans 3:22.

Finally, the model of the pastor who carries the church on his back is one that I prophesy will disappear in the coming years. God never intended such a model to exist. Jesus said YOU go to all the earth and heal the sick, raise the dead and make disciples of all nations. That command wasn't just for the eleven, it wasn't just for the thousands who received Jesus as Lord at Pentecost, it is a command for all believers. Is there a church in the Roswell area that believes that the common Christian can fulfill this command? I don't know. I'm going to find out. But I do know that in the next era of time, God is moving people away from the mainline denominations and the old doctrines into something new. And that new thing will look a lot more like Jesus' prayers answered than anything that has come before. We shall do works greater than the ones He did, John 14:12, and it can only come about by a shift in the paradigms people hold in their hearts--of which predestination is a doctrine which hampers and hinders John 14:12 and has done so long enough. I want to be in the middle of that wave, that move of God, where ever it is. He has made me the righteousness of Christ, He has seated me in Heavenly placed IN Christ--IN Christ there is no condemnation, but righteousness, peace and joy! I am IN Christ and IN Him there is no sin, sickness or death. That is my confession and one that brought me through to this point in time and I cannot have any hindrances against that confession and hope to be all that He has called me to be.

Love

Marilyn

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Eve on the Web

Eve on Instagram

My Flower Child

Dan is a Big Name in Water Issues on the Pecos River

Pecos River Resolution Corporation recently released via the University of Oklahoma Press the book they commissioned Patrick Dearen to write, Bitter Waters: The Struggles of the Pecos River. Dan Lathrop is quoted three times in the book.

Dan has studied and been involved in water issues in southeastern New Mexico all his life. He is a member of the board of the Pecos River Resolution Corporation. From 2001 to 2005, he was a member of the Ad-hoc committee appointed by the New Mexico Interstate Streams Commission assigned with the task of developing a plan on how to manage the waters of the Pecos River. He's a member of the Lower Pecos River Planning Committee, a state run group keeps the regional water use plan updated. He's president of the Hagerman Irrigation Company and of the Greenfield Water Co-operative.

Here are links to sites where you can learn more about the book:

Midland Reporter-Telegram interview with Patrick Dearen   


Buy the book on Amazon

Download the book from Google

Visit the Pecos River Resolution Corporation website

Buy the book from the University of Oklahoma Press 

Water Resources of the Lower Pecos Region Decision Makers Conference, 2003
 

Philip and Aaron at Work


If you visit Aaron's company site and click on his picture, he transforms into a dude ready for snowboarding.




Friday, March 11, 2016

About Cousin Rhonda

Rhonda is Horace Woodburn's daughter. Horace was Alvin's younger brother. Rhonda is the president of Hart Employment Services in Los Angeles, CA. In this video, made in 2011, her daughter stands beside her. This video celebrates opening a new agency in her new digs in Boerne, Texas.

Hart Employment Ribbon Cutting Ceremony


Thursday, March 10, 2016

Article About One of Our Kinfolks

Born into the business

Family put Scot Stinnett in the newspaper business, and inadvertently kept him from trying his craft at a bigger newspaper. One week after receiving a New Mexico reporter's highest honor, the Portales native insists that family put him there, too.
The 1974 Portales High graduate, who got his start at the Portales News-Tribune before he was a teenager and has run the De Baca County News for the last 20 years, was inducted Oct. 27 into the New Mexico Press Association Hall of Fame.

Stinnett
Publishes the De Baca County News
Stinnett, 56, joins grandfather M.M. Stinnett and great-uncle Gordon Greaves in the hall, with specific mention to his aggressive pursuits of government transparency.
The path that brought Stinnett to a career in newspapers dates nearly a half-century before he was even born, when great-grandfather J.G. Greaves homesteaded near Elida in 1907. Greaves moved from Texas to New Mexico to farm, and took newspaper jobs to make ends meet when Mother Nature wouldn't cooperate with rain.
In 1921, he took over the weekly Portales Valley News, which became the Portales Daily News in 1943.
In 1957, when Stinnett was about a year old, the paper merged with the Portales Tribune. It was only 10 more years before Scot Stinnett got his first job there as an 11-year-old substitute paper carrier; carriers had to be 12 to own their own route, but substitutes could be younger.
He worked in the circulation department at age 15, the darkroom at age 16, and was covering sports by the time he was 17.
"I covered Floyd and somebody," Stinnett said of his first assignment. "The reason I remember is Lynn Cooper, the Cooper twins' dad, he played at Floyd along with Scott Washburn and his older brother Curtis and Lonnie Best. All of those guys played for Floyd."
The Cooper twins, Jordyn and Jaylyn, are in their freshman year at Eastern New Mexico University.
With the exception of a two-year period working with the Quay County Sun in the late 1970s, Stinnett worked at the News-Tribune with his father Marshall until the end of 1991. He was usually working while attending Eastern New Mexico University, spending about a dozen years on a business degree he's three credits from completing and still mulls finishing.
He mulls slightly less about his most memorable time covering something.
"There was a fire, along half a block of buildings in Portales," Stinnett said. "It was during a state basketball tournament. We used to have a lot of sweet potato sheds where C&S Oil is. One of those caught on fire, and it was one of those days when the wind from the west was blowing hard. That movie theater burned down along with five or six buildings running north from there. "They weren't sure they could get the fire stopped; they evacuated everybody on the square.
"They evacuated the jail, which at that time was in the basement of the (Roosevelt County) courthouse. There's a picture of all of the prisoners handcuffed together around the sign pole. There was mutual aid from all over the place. I think people came from as far as Lovington, Hobbs and Roswell."
But Scot was busy outside of Portales too, as he dedicated plenty of time to membership in the New Mexico Press Association.
"My dad made these opportunities available to me; he allowed me to be a member of the New Mexico press board," Stinnett said. "That was something the Portales News Tribune had to support. If he hadn't done that, given me the time off to go and paid my expenses through the newspaper, I couldn't have done it."
Stinnett strives for open government records in his newspapers, to the point that he prints his own name in the public record whenever he gets a speeding ticket; it's sometimes how he meets new officers in Fort Sumner. Much of Stinnett's history includes fighting for that same level of government transparency, as records and meetings were kept secret with little recourse.
"If somebody didn't want to give you public records," Stinnett said, "they just said, 'I'm not giving them to you.' Why? 'Because I said so.' That was always the excuse governmental people gave us: 'Because I said so.'"
For years, the press association worked to get things changed in the Legislature, and often ran into legislators who weren't supportive; Stinnett will never forget Manny Aragon saying the matter was a press problem and not a public problem.
But Kent Walz, part of the Foundation for Open Government and the current editor of the Albuquerque Journal, said Stinnett still found a way to get the legislation through.
"He could, 'Aw, shucks,' his way right through the Roundhouse," Walz said in Stinnett's induction video. "He did it in a very civil way. I don't recall anybody saying they considered him an enemy. He was very effective, and for many years on many issues, Scot was the association's most effective lobbyist, even though that wasn't really his job."
The members eventually talked Gary Robbins into a bill that started an open records task force, which somehow passed and created legislation for open records. Gary King carried the legislation unsuccessfully in 1991, but most of the bill made its way into what would be the New Mexico Public Records Act two years later.
"No longer could they say, 'This guy's from the media; he's got a personal problem,'" Stinnett said. "We had members of (the Foundation for Open Government) from all walks of life. It was certainly a bipartisan thing. People don't remember what it was like when somebody decided to close a meeting because they wanted to. You couldn't do a thing about it."
Years before, when Eastern New Mexico University named Earl Diddle men's basketball coach, the News-Tribune sued to get resumes from the finalists. Judge Bill Bonem made what Stinnett considered a landmark ruling; that once a resume leaves a selection committee and references are checked, it's a public record.
Eventually, the Portales News-Tribune was sold. The buyer was Southern Newspapers, and they did things differently.
"I was working for my dad, and I was a little hard-headed … I was real hard-headed, and he was too. The changes he was forced to make, I didn't agree with. At some point, he got sick of me arguing with him and said we've got to do something different. I said he was right."
A job at the Albuquerque Journal was waiting for him, but he and wife Lisa had an 18-month old son, Berry. At the same time, the De Baca County News was available, and the decision was made that Fort Sumner would be a better place to raise Berry. It was for Berry, and after him Sara — ironically, now playing basketball for Earl Diddle at Howard College.
Fort Sumner, Stinnett said, has just enough citizens to support a small newspaper, and is far enough away from Clovis and Albuquerque that bigger papers wouldn't make the financial risk to capture the market.
"The best thing about Fort Sumner is there's not many people. That's also the most challenging thing about trying to make a living. If we were closer to Clovis like Melrose, we wouldn't have a newspaper."
The community understands the value of the newspaper. Mark Sena, a 1996 graduate of Fort Sumner High School, said the Stinnetts' involvement with the De Baca County News played a role in support for the athletic teams.
"He helps out tremendously," said Sena, now the school's athletic director. "He does a great job of covering all of our kids' activities, and that includes our junior high. He does a great job of promoting our athletic teams in other areas. He works pretty well with the people in Clovis.
"He's always covered Fort Sumner sports as if his kids were playing. You really couldn't tell the difference when his kids were playing as opposed to when they weren't."
Berry Stinnett, a current ENMU student and volunteer coach for the Foxes, said having a newspaper publisher for a father didn't get him fame. That never bugged Berry, because he grew up knowing about how newspapers have to avoid that type of conflict of interest.
"My picture didn't get in the paper that much, to be honest," Berry said. "He really didn't want people to think he was playing favorites."
Scot Stinnett said the sports are what gets noticed, but it's really just about covering a school.
"In a small town," Stinnett said, "and I think you'll find this just about anywhere, when you don't have a huge amount of people, the central part becomes the school because everybody's kids and grandkids are there. Any function is at the school. That becomes the central focus of your community.
"Growing up in Portales, what you learned was that most of the older people in Portales who were your readers either had family or had migrated in from one of the other communities. When you covered schools and covered sports in the little communities, you were appealing to the readers in Portales because their families were participating in those sports."
While Stinnett is now part of a family legacy in the NMPA hall of fame, family still drives the newspaper. Scot does the writing and the photos, and doesn't bother with bylines because everybody in Fort Sumner knows its him. Lisa does much of the other work, and his mother picks up the papers every Wednesday morning from the printer in Clovis.
"My dad made it happen for me, and my wife," he said. "We had an infant son, and I was always heading out of town to testify or go to meetings or hearings. She kind of got stuck raising Berry for the first year-and-a-half of his life, the hard part."

Here's a link to another article and a video: NMPA Hall of Fame

Monday, January 18, 2016

Shifting From Parent/Teacher/Guide to Friend and Peer is Hard!

Becoming a friend to your children...

It's really hard to change hats from the parent hat to the friend hat. Especially when you see your child going through something you think you know something about--you want to jump in and share what you know. Sometimes I'm just totally out of line. I hate that. Sometimes I'm talking too much. When that happens, please know this: I am not that invested in your doing it the way I said you should, I just want you to listen and think about what I said and then make up your own mind. I will appreciate your listening.

The thing is, Lance Wallnau makes the point that if the parent is telling the child what to do, he's wearing the wrong hat and that shuts off discussion. I want to be a listener. That used to be one of my greatest strengths. I wish God could get me back to the person I was when I was 14. I could walk up to anybody and say anything that was on my mind and I seemed to know when that was the wise thing to do and I seemed to know the wise thing to say. The rest of the time I was quiet and listened a lot. Now I'm too much of a coward so I second guess myself and then when I speak up I'm a fail about half the time and I don't say whatever it is wisely or concisely.

Maybe one of these days God will get me back to what I was and bring me to where I should have come. The reason I didn't get there to start with is because one day when I was about 15 my Dad told me I was "good for nothing" and I believed him. It was the believing him part that ruined my life. That belief that I was good for nothing lodged in my heart like a poison arrow and the poison seeped into every aspect of my being--my attitude about myself, my attitude about whether or not I deserved to become a successful artist or successful at anything, whether or not a cute popular guy would keep dating me once he found out my true personality--it still follows me to this day tainting everything.

The big shift happened when we lived on Euclid in Albuquerque and I gave my life to God again. That's when He poured into me words about how He saw me. He saw me as a queen in His kingdom; He saw me as talented and competent; He saw me successful and blessed. Later, He told me that my books would be wildly popular--more popular than the Harry Potter series. He told me a lot of humongously amazing things. I haven't seen them happen yet, but on the other hand, I really only have one book out there for anybody to read. He's told me that for 2016 He'll do the work promoting my newest book and the previous one. I think He'll do a way better job than I ever could. He has a host of angels who can go out and get that done.

God has been good to me. I have six wonderful children. I don't want to be irrelevant when I get older. I want to be your friend. I hope you'll give me the chance to be a better listener and do less advising.