Whack Those Little Buggers!
The year is 1974 and Richard Nixon is President of the United States and then not President of the United States. The Symbionese Liberation Army kidnaps Patty Hearst in Berkeley, CA. Robert Preston, a disgruntled U.S. Army private, buzzes the White House in a stolen helicopter, and the “Rumble in the Jungle” boxing match between Ali and Foreman takes place in Zaire. It’s also the year Bob and I moved to the Hemet Valley to run a juvenile facility out in Castile Canyon, behind the Soboba Indian Reservation.
Sitting on billions, Catholic dioceses amassed taxpayer aid
When the coronavirus forced churches to close their doors and give up Sunday collections, the Roman Catholic Diocese of Charlotte turned to the federal government’s signature small business relief program for more than $8 million.
High Winds and Heavy Seas
Almost any ol’ Sunday school kid worth their salt will remember the story of Peter walking on the water! It’s really an amazing narrative. I recently looked up some artists portrayals of this event and noticed something a bit “off” with many of the pictures. Peter was there all right, walking from the boat to Jesus in the middle of a storm, but the water was only slightly choppy - almost calm.
Want your kids to follow in your faith? Take a page from religious conservatives
American churches have long been concerned about retaining the young people who have grown up in their pews. Christian denominations’ websites and publications are filled with analyses of why young adults leave church, and what pastors, priests and youth group leaders can do to bring them back into the fold.
Fly People Fly!
If we could take a poll of everyone reading this article, I believe 99.9% of you would have to admit that, as a child, you wanted to fly. I distinctly recall as a youngster repeatedly climbing up on our green and white sofa - parents out of the house of course - and standing on the armrest, I would jump up as high as possible and try to fly! Please take into account here that a child’s brain is not yet fully developed at this tender age! At least it appears mine wasn’t or I would have at least climbed up on our tall block wall or the roof of the garage for a better jump-off platform.
