Tag: Church

In an op-ed piece which appeared recently in the HSJ Chronicle, senior writer Rusty Strait asks, “Church or Political Podium” regarding a community event which was held at 412 Church San Jacinto on the evening of Wednesday 8, 2021.

Letter to the Editor, I just finished reading the editorial by Rusty Strait (Church or Political Podium) in this weeks Chronicle. I, too, attended the meeting at 412 Church that Rusty Strait wrote about but, apparently we heard two very different things!

There is an old legend known as “The Tale of King Solomon’s Ring.” This is not a Biblical story, but one handed down through the ages. King Solomon was said to be the wisest man in the Bible and one day, he summoned his faithful servant, Benaya and sent him out on an almost impossible mission. Solomon requested that Benaya find a ring that could transform a sad person into a happy individual and a happy person into a somber person. Benaya spent several months searching out this unique ring, but after traveling the land with no success, he was ready to give up.

According to the U. S. Constitution, there is an explicit separation between Church and State. Perhaps State doesn't mean politics. I'll explain. I was recently invited to cover an event at the 412 Church, a large expansion of land and building on the border between Hem and San Jacinto in the northwest corner of the San Jacinto Valley. It was billed as a "Townhall Meeting," something, as a journalist, I was pleased to cover. However, what I sat through for an hour had nothing to do with townhall other than it was packed with people. The general public did not speak.

Update - the Beckett's have a new baby in the house. She weighs in at 6 lbs, 4 oz, mostly sleeps through the night and has yet to regularly use her pee pad. Yes, we have a new puppy and 13 weeks old Missy is both a sweet delight and a little terror. We arrived home recently only to find that she had broken into our pantry, found a potato and chewed it into a million little bits, which of course, were strewn all over our front room. Her pee pads are regularly torn up into a thousand pieces and scattered all over our kitchen floor — our house looks like a tornado has gone through it, and Bob is constantly having to remind me that "It will be worth it." I'm sure he's right, but it's a grueling trek for now.