#sidlow

[martyschoenleber]

Justification and Forgiveness

Transferring guilt to another so that the guilty can go free is at the heart of our faith. J. Sidlow Baxter, (1903-1999), an Australian pastor and theologian, and a valiant and trustworthy expositor of God’s word from a previous generation reminds us of the central truth of our faith. It is good for us to remind ourselves of basic things, foundational things. And it is good for us to reflect and…

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A mural of Edinson Cavani in his home town of Salto, to which the striker still feels a strong bond. Photograph: Raúl Martínez/EPA

Edinson Cavani: ‘Maybe I don’t fully fit with modern football, in terms of attitudes’ By Sid Lowe

Edinson Cavani is miles away. He has played in five countries, at some of the biggest clubs in the biggest leagues, alongside the biggest stars; he is about to represent Uruguay at his 10th international tournament; and he has racked up 785 games, scored 434 goals and won 26 trophies, but he cannot help being drawn to somewhere else entirely. Back to where it began, far from the training centre where he sits now, a necessary escape. “Name all those places, and I say: ‘No, leave me in Salto,’” he says. “Beneath a tree, in the shade, where the breeze blows, without the sound of cars.”

Cavani talks about the game as a “passion” inherited from his father, a forward who played against Luis Suárez’s dad in Salto where the two Uruguay strikers were born three weeks apart. He discusses dedication, the competitiveness running through him, and the striker’s art, dissected in detail and distilled in a line: “Football is time and space.” There is a wonder at some of the things he did but still cannot explain and he describes a month at the World Cup as a joy “where you feel totally connected to football, where you live it, every second”.

Yet there is something unusual about him; something that, it soon becomes clear as he chats in a gentle, pensive voice, does not entirely fit in football – not the way he believes the game has become. At times there is something almost philosophical, vaguely mystical about him, a lingering feeling that the world he inhabits is not really for him, much he would gladly leave behind.

“There are things I see and feel in football that – how can I say this? – I totally reject.” And asked whether he feels different, he pauses to think, which he does often, and replies softly: “Atypical, maybe.

These days, success tends to be linked to fame, high life, luxury. And honestly, I do have my good life too, opportunities football gives me. But my way of life is very simple. Why do I like nature so much? I may never find the answer, but there’s something inside that takes me there, away from this world, this routine, this dynamic that’s so overwhelming. The only thing football doesn’t allow me is to be where I like more often, out in the countryside.”

Cavani fondly recalls matches, goals he has scored – the description of his first in Europe, paper and pad in hand, takes 10 minutes alone – but also visits to Monet’s house north‑west of Paris, pheasants in the countryside there, pine trees outside Naples, the lake by his Knutsford home, the daily drive to Carrington past green fields, a moment of calm savoured each morning. “I like all that is wild. Just walk, drink mate, see the green, the water. That produces pleasure in me. I don’t know if it’s a need, but it’s a way of life, good for you.”

A kind of therapy, perhaps – and that goes deeper. “There have been moments when I’ve needed professional help,” the 35‑year‑old says. “I have friends who are professionals, and we go down a route that’s more spiritual than psychological. Just talking sustains you. I talk to the psychologist about things that aren’t football. We all hang on football and have little time to focus outside. Often a trauma begins with football but the psychologist helps you see it doesn’t come from football alone; it can be your upbringing, parents, environment, the way you think you are because from very young you thought this was the only way to live, trying to be a footballer, a superhero.

“There’s much you learn over time in football. It’s 20 years since I left home, trying to overcome. You reflect, reach conclusions. Which doesn’t mean what I say is the truth and I don’t share it assuming it’s right. But it’s my way of confronting life. If there was a little book ‘this is happiness’, we’d all go out, buy it and live that way, the same way.”

For Cavani, happiness is raising cattle, working the land, fishing, walking, getting lost. It’s not that he might have been a vet had he not been a footballer; it is that he plans to be one when he is no longer playing, studying for the day he goes back. The contrast to the industry he has been in, especially at clubs such as Paris Saint‑Germain, alongside players such as Neymar or Cristiano Ronaldo, entire industries whose status goes well beyond the game, could hardly be greater. Which may be part of the reason he is ready to return.

Which may also be, he suggests, one of the reasons why Uruguay overachieve, how a country of 3.5 million arrives in Qatar – “not much green there,” Cavani says with a smile – believing the objective is to win.

“Why are we so competitive? Because they teach us to be,” Cavani says. “Because pitches exist, everywhere. In every neighbourhood, every place, however deprived. Wherever there’s space to kick a ball, there’s a game. That competitiveness demanded as a professional is already there: you’ve been doing it all your life, every day, in the rain, any surface, playing barefoot, breaking a toe, wrapping it up and carrying on. I always say that in football it’s not the same to play as to compete.

“We’ve kept that essence. Look at modern football, which is losing that essence. Maybe I come from that old school. Maybe I don’t fully fit with modern football, in terms of attitudes, what it means to players. That doesn’t mean you can’t say how you feel, does it? I see it constantly: modernism, social media, how the world is, how technology has advanced, got into football. That changes mentalities. Before, everyone in a team had the same objective. These days, in certain teams for various reasons – fame, what people and press make players feel – that’s not always the case.”

There is something in Cavani’s tone that expresses loss, a sense of disappointment, hurt. “Maybe so, yeah. True. Because I come from a school where the loveliest thing that can happen is to win as a team. For me there’s no player who makes you win a World Cup on his own. He doesn’t exist and never will. Someone can do something magical but you need teammates running, putting their life on the line. That’s too often forgotten. Instead, it’s all on the goalscorer, the famous name, the Ballon d’Or. That takes focus from what really matters, so that what a team wants to achieve becomes deformed, distorted. You feel that, you experience it. I’ve lived it.”

Learned from it, too. “Because I’ve never had any desire for fame nor to be the best but my best, I’ve analysed teammates and, look,” he says, pausing. “Because the most famous players get highlighted more and sometimes feel the need to demonstrate that …” There is another pause. “When I’ve analysed, I’ve seen negative things that helped me learn and positive things I’ve followed. Everyone has their own personality, you respect that, but there are things I don’t want to ever have in my life, that I reject completely. That’s my reflection.”

The way he tells it Uruguay, like the countryside, is a refuge; a way of reconnecting with what was left behind. “A lot is about humility. Here, the player knows you have to be humble, step down from certain pedestals. These days, everything takes us to a place where the player is egotistical, because he’s thinking about the awards, about …” Cavani pauses. “He leaves aside things that are nicer. If one day I got an individual award I’d be happy, sure, because it underlines your work, but it wouldn’t change my life because the greatest happiness is a photo of my team at home.”

How then do Uruguay avoid that trap, the arrogance, the selfishness? How does that not shift with the emergence of a new generation? “You know what it is?” Cavani replies. “It’s that in our national team, like in our country, people like that are not looked upon kindly. It could be a cultural thing. That idea, that identity, is so clear from youth level that it’s already inculcated in Uruguayan players and hopefully will never be lost. That culture of work, sacrifice, unity which has seen us beat great national teams. It’s not Suárez or Cavani or this guy or that, no. It’s Uruguay. The objective is to win. And we’re conscious that none of us will ever win anything on our own.

“All of us play at a high level but when you’re in the national team you realise that the essence of football is still there,” Cavani says, something almost wistful in his voice. “It’s well-known names, stars at big clubs, yet you feel that solidarity, what football really is. I like to sweat my team’s shirt. Sometimes you lose but I want to know my team gave itself entirely. When you win that way, you enjoy it twice as much. That’s my philosophy of life and football. Earn it. Anything that comes easy never has the same feeling; he who simply receives never appreciates it the way he would when it costs, when there’s sacrifice.

“One of the things I’ve learned about myself through football is there’s always a reason. When you work towards an objective, incredible things can happen. Coldly, sometimes, you can’t understand it, can’t grasp it, but if you pursued it, it can happen.

“The peace I need to approach football, what you see as pressure, is the knowledge that I respected my teammates, held nothing back. Fear grabs you sometimes but if you know you’re giving everything – really giving it, not just lip‑service – that lifts the pressure from you. You have nerves before a game, before a World Cup, but that shows you’re alive, ready. The day I don’t have that, I’ll leave. People confuse that, they get it wrong: a little fear is good. And then, once you step out there, it’s gone.”

ARTICLE https://www.theguardian.com/football/2022/nov/15/edinson-cavani-maybe-i-dont-fully-fit-with-modern-football-in-terms-of-attitudes

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[wulfs-book-reviews]

It Shouldn't Happen to a Vet: The Classic Memoir of a 1930s Vet by James Herriot My rating: 5 of 5 stars This is pure “comfort food” for me: James Herriot's memoirs are like a soothing, nurturing balm for the soul for me. Nestled within the pages of this book is not only the continuation of the endearing sagas I came to love from his previous work but also a wealth of humour, warmth, and genuine affection for both animals and humanity. »It was to a moribund horse, and Mr. Sidlow, describing the treatment to date, announced that he had been pushing raw onions up the horse’s rectum; he couldn’t understand why it was so uneasy on its legs. Siegfried had pointed out that if he were to insert a raw onion in Mr. Sidlow’s rectum, he, Mr. Sidlow, would undoubtedly be uneasy on his legs.« What strikes me most about Herriot's writing is the effortlessly vivid way he captures the life of a country vet in Yorkshire. His narrative weaves intricate tales that both amuse and move, with a cast of characters that could only belong to the unique world he describes. From farmers set in their ways to a range of animals that bring to life the breathtaking canvas of the Yorkshire dales, Herriot's storytelling paints a picture so compelling it's as if the drystone walls and rolling hills leap from the pages. The anecdotes shared within the book seem almost too extraordinary to be true, yet it's the authenticity of Herriot's experiences that infuses his writing with such heartwarming appeal. Whether he's recounting midnight emergencies or the quirks and foibles of his four-legged patients, one can't help but be enchanted by the compassionate interplay between man and beast. »Yet what made him trail down that hillside every day in all weathers? Why had he filled the last years of those two old horses with peace and beauty? Why had he given them a final ease and comfort which he had withheld from himself? It could only be love.« Part of the book's allure also comes from Herriot's narrative tone, which is at once entirely self-deprecating and brimming with a gentle humour. He portrays his younger self with such candour, reflecting on the trials and tribulations of a novice vet that his experiences become wonderfully, and hilariously, relatable. The moments of exasperation, the triumphs over seemingly insurmountable challenges, and the lessons learned in the most unexpected of ways have a way of resonating with anyone who's ever pursued a passion or followed a calling. »A backhander on the side of the head drove me violently against Helen’s shoulder and I was beginning to apologise when I saw that her twitching and frowning had come on again. But this time it spread and her whole face seemed to break up. She began to laugh, silently and helplessly. I had never seen a girl laugh like this. It was as though it was something she had wanted to do for a long time. She abandoned herself utterly to it, lying back with her head on the back of the seat, legs stretched out in front of her, arms dangling by her side. She took her time and waited until she had got it all out of her system before she turned to me. She put her hand on my arm. “Look,” she said faintly. “Next time, why don’t we just go for a walk?”« While the humour is a constant thread — with escapades often leading to side-splitting laughter — there is a profound sense of respect that Herriot extends towards his profession. His depiction of the intimate relationship between humans and their animal companions serves as a tender reminder of the trust and responsibility placed in the hands of those who care for our non-human friends. »I tried to be cheerful. “Well, I don’t think she’ll die, and even if the quarter goes she’ll make it up on the other three.” But there was the feeling of helplessness I always had when I could do little about something which mattered a great deal.« Yet, it's not merely the insightful look into veterinary life that captivated me, but also the rich portrayal of rural England in the 1930s. The social history wrapped within the book's humourous anecdotes paints an evocative image of the period. We're given a snapshot of a world that teeters on the threshold of change, and through Herriot's eyes, we can witness the shifts in society that herald the modern era whilst clinging to the timeless traditions that define Yorkshire and its people. »But the effort fell flat; the effect was entirely spoiled. He was polishing the glass with a dead hen.« In short, 'It Shouldn't Happen to a Vet' is a splendid read that I would wholeheartedly recommend to anyone with a love for animals or a fondness for the English countryside and its stories. Herriot's well-told stories are soaked in warmth, wisdom, and a touch of good old-fashioned humanity. I love them deeply. Five out of five stars. Also: »nincompoop« - how not to love that?! Ceterum censeo Putin esse delendam View all my reviews

[christophe76460]

"Fondamentalement, le message de notre Seigneur était lui-même.

✅ Il n'est pas venu simplement prêcher un évangile ; lui-même est cet Evangile.

✅ Il n'est pas venu simplement pour donner du pain ; il a dit : "Je suis le Pain".

✅ Il n'est pas venu simplement pour faire la lumière ; Il a dit : "Je suis la Lumière."

✅ Il n'est pas venu simplement pour montrer la porte ; Il a dit : "Je suis la Porte."

✅ Il n'est pas venu simplement pour nommer un berger ; Il a dit : "Je suis le Berger."

✅ Il n'est pas venu simplement pour indiquer le chemin ; Il a dit : "Je suis le Chemin, la Vérité et la Vie."

J. Sidlow Baxter

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GOVT, 11th Edition (Solution Manual & Test Bank)

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By Edward I. Sidlow, Beth Henschen 

 Publisher: Cengage Learning; 11th edition (January 4, 2021)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0357459792

ISBN-13: 978-0357459799

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[gaymanhomie]

Go head#sidlow?

CHOCOLATE CAKE 😜

[podcastpalace]

The Rise And Fall Of The Super League, The Future Of Northern Ireland by The Second Captains Podcast .... Member-led journalism is a hell of a thing. Three days, three bumper football podcasts, one former Super League. We've been joined on the World Service over the last couple of days by Miguel Delaney, Sid Lowe, Gabriele Marcotti and Jonathan Wilson as the league began to disintegrate before our eyes, and there'll undoubtedly be more breaking news as the week unfolds.  Today's World Service taster also features some of our brilliant conversation with Oisin McConville and Andrew Trimble on segregation in the North and how progress can be made, which we'll be releasing later in the week.  Plus there's Graeme 'Geopolitics' Souness and the hotly-contested battle for our Administrator of the Week award.

[alexbkrieger13]

https://twitter.com/sidlowe/status/1573055138901671938?t=lFIfdyY1Dfno6focL-7pyw&s=19

Oh wow

[footieridiculosity]

I don’t mean to sound like I’m hostage crisis codewording but I’m excited for this new Real Madrid documentary?? 👀

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[juandaluz1969]

(via sidlow, sidlow, bfi-prime)

Handsome and sexy

[xjoyce66]

Qu’est-ce qui différencie un obstacle d’une occasion ? Notre attitude à leur égard. Chaque occasion comporte des difficultés et chaque difficulté comporte une occasion.

J. Sidlow Baxter

[teabooksandsweets]

Things Siegfried did in The Last Furlong:

suggested that if he were to push eighten raw onions up Mr Sidlow’s rectum, chances are Mr Sidlow would be uneasy on his feet

basically took James as his date to the racing course, even though James pointed out that the invitation definitely didn’t meant his work partner

got mad drunk in a job interview (thanks to an old friend) and proceeded to clean his windshield with a dead chicken

pushed James to offer to do the tuberculin testing during his honeymoon (simply to test him, I am sure about that!)

randomly kissed Helen on her wedding just when she and James were supposed to kiss

acted as though he didn’t have a wedding gift for James and then just secretly made him his partner, which James learned through seeing his very own new shield on the surgery just as he and Helen drove off

Bonus: Lots of Great Fashion Moments, featuring his Floppy Pocket Squares and a Bowler With Very Fancy Lining

Also: Had a nice beer and cuddle with Sofa Dog

I just love him! This episode is such an excellent showcase of his energy, which is so chaotic, and so good, and usually both at the same time!

This was yet another Siegfried Farnon Appreciation Post.

Update — Important addition by @absolute-twaddle in the comments:  Also he brought that little horn to the wedding blew into it as Helen and James drive off. Need I say more? Adorbs.

[walkthesame]

Men may spurn our appeals, reject our message, oppose our arguments, despise our persons - but they are helpless against our prayers. - J. Sidlow Baxter #WTSInspire

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Men may spurn our appeals, reject our message, oppose our arguments, despise our persons, but they are helpless against our prayers.

J. Sidlow Baxter

[windofchangenow]

https://bit.ly/3qvYnM1 “What is the difference between an obstacle and an opportunity? Our attitude toward it. Every opportunity has a difficulty, and every difficulty has an opportunity.” – J. Sidlow Baxter #Sunday #SundayMotivation #motivation #quote #difficulty #adversity #opportunity #learning #growth #strength #maturity #positive #tragedy #triumph #emotions #mindset #character #attitude #circumstances #pain #sorrow #hurt #resilience #overcome #challenges #WindOfChangeNow https://www.instagram.com/p/CIcUTViHmb4/?igshid=kqghgz0a0qwu

[eusouvirtuosa]

“Os homens podem desdenhar nossos apelos, rejeitar nossa mensagem, opor-se a nossos argumentos, desprezar-nos, mas nada podem fazer contra nossas orações”. — Sidlow Baxter