Early in January NBC unveiled a new and daring (some may say blasphemous) series entitled “The Book of Daniel”. Thanks to the remote and a commercial, I just happened to flip to that channel as the show began so I watched the two-hour premiere, not knowing that I would sit in stunned silence for a few moments after it was over. Let's just say the show was about an Episcopalian preacher and his family - all of whom were portrayed as dysfunctional. Add to the mix Jesus appearing periodically to chat with the preacher, and you have a glossed-over version of what the show is about. Believe it or not, I wasn't offended at all by the portrayal of Jesus. I was offended by the sub stories that bit off chunks of social decorum and flung them at the viewer as if to suggest that all real Christians must surely act like these fictionalized characters.

While I was sitting in my stunned silence, a KAMR newscaster suggested that viewers send in their opinion of the premiere. Being the techno-newbie I now am, I jumped at the chance to offer my two cents worth, and dashed off an email saying I would take “Seventh Heaven” any day - and I don't even watch that show on a regular basis! I didn't hear anything else about “The Book of Daniel” until the next week when instead of the next episode KAMR broadcast “The 700 Club” in its place. The same has happened each week since that premiere show. But here's the quandary - how many people are just as offended by “The 700 Club” and their views as were offended by the new series? Did KAMR do the majority of its viewers a favor by changing shows or are they using censorship? After all, wasn't the remote created just for the purpose of changing channels when we don't like what is being offered in the guise of entertainment? Hmmmm…..

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But on to matters that truly matter - how each of our lives touch one another, whether we are aware of that touch or not. I have always envisioned each of us Cimarron Countians - those who have died and those of us who remain - as brightly-colored strings of thread. Alone we are but one color and one piece of thread. But with each stitch in time - and with God's hand doing the needlework - we are woven together into a majestic tapestry that continually grows and changes. This tapestry depicts our collective history with each face and each story shown in detail, every person never to be forgotten and always to be treasured.

And so I am thinking of Dicky Hodges - and how his colorful piece of thread was woven through many of our lives. To me he was Dr. Dicky - the vet who stood by me when I said my goodbyes to several beloved pets and even made a house call once to retrieve my sick cat out of the basement. He was “one of the guys” sitting around the table at JoAnn's, telling tall tales with his sly sense of humor. And it was always quite evident that Dicky was a man who cared deeply for his friends, old dogs and little kids.

I said my “goodbye” to this vet, this guy, this friend of many, by taking my dogs to a piece of his land out west of town. It seemed fitting somehow - after all, Dicky had taken care of a lot of creatures through the years. Seeing Shiloh and Sweet Pea running free and happy across a patch of Dicky's ground reminded me that we are all here for a reason and for a season. And like I said, we are each a thread in another's life.

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