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An internationally recognized theoretical physicist is making it his goal to give scientists their due recognition in the public eye.
Janet Hagberg was the first person who defined the experience for me. I had lived through it, but I didn’t know what to call it. In a book entitled, “The Critical Journey,” Janet called the experience, simply, “The Wall.” My summary goes like this. Many people begin their walk of faith, and everything goes as they expected. Out of genuine conviction, they attend church, learn from the Scriptures, volunteer, serve, give, and become “productive, committed, faithful, Christians” (whatever that exactly means, who knows?). But somewhere along the way things go wrong. Terribly wrong.
My youngest son started middle school this year. On the first day of classes, climbing on the bus with all his No. 2 pencils and three-ring binders, he also carried with them enough anxiety to fill a mama’s boy’s backpack. It wasn’t just the reality of a new school that put them on edge; it was middle school, and that is scary enough all on its own.
I love puzzles. Crosswords, brainteasers, and search-a-words to be sure, but nothing beats an old fashioned jigsaw puzzle with about gazillion pieces spilling out of the box. Right now there is a monster-sized puzzle strewn across our family’s dining room table. I have been persistently working on it for so long that I can’t remember the last evening we ate dinner at the table.
I have to admit that when Marvel Studios first announced that they were making Guardians of the Galaxy one of their next films, my befuddled reaction was, “Huh?” I don’t think this secondary comic book title was on anyone’s radar, and I would have been less surprised to hear they were going to remake Howard the Duck (which is actually not a bad idea – especially given today’s motion-capture technology and the right script.) But somehow they have made this relatively unknown and offbeat team of losers into some of the coolest movie heroes ever.
More than a century ago Leo Tolstoy wrote about a greedy farmer in his tale, “How Much Land Does a Man Need?” This farmer was discontent with his life because he never seemed to have enough. He moved town to town looking for greener pastures and greater opportunity. On his journeys he heard rumors of a far-away place where a distant tribe possessed more land than anyone could walk over in a year; and it was all there for the taking. He went to investigate and found the rumors to be true. The farmer met with the tribal chief who informed him that he could in fact have all the land he wanted.
Love others as much as you love yourself,” Jesus told his followers. These words are considerably more than a sugary Sunday-school story. For those who take these words to heart, “love others” has profound, life-altering implications, not all of which are warm and fuzzy. Consider the life of Bernard Lichtenberg, arrested seven decades ago. His crime: He loved. Lichtenberg was a Catholic priest serving in Berlin before the outbreak of World War 2. When Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party came to power, he recognized the coming terror better than most, and made it his ambition to help the Jewish people and other persecuted groups.
BidOnFusion will have an auction in Mesa with more than 20 truckloads of goods valued at more than $2 million.
Sonoran Spine will host an event on Aug. 22 as part of the opening its fifth location in Tempe.
Near Mpumalanga, South Africa, are the marvelous and mysterious Echo Caves. Rediscovered in the last century and turned into a tourist site, these caverns are home to a truly remarkable ecosystem. One of the more amazing species found there, is its famous and unique wild fig trees. As far as plant life goes, these fig trees appear to be normal run-of-the-mill fruit bushes. What makes them so famous is the unseen: Their roots. Researchers and spelunking scientists have followed the roots of these trees deep into Echo Caves — 400 feet deep to be precise — the deepest known root system in the world.
I’ve made a habit lately of studying the Amish. I use the word “study” loosely as this is not a simple curiosity of mine or some kind of theological experiment. My exploration flows out of a deep respect and admiration for their faith and spirituality. We English (that’s what the Amish call us outside their communities) recognize them because of their familiar beards, horse-drawn buggies, fine woodworking, or barn-raisings, but there’s a lot more to this group than sturdy furniture and firm dispositions. They have a lively, vibrant faith despite their archaic lifestyles.
I once approached my life and work as if I was building a house. Drive a nail here. Lay a block there. Smear a bit of paint in the corner. Cut out a window now and again. Figuratively, this is how I treated my life, and it is a solid, powerful image. It is also an image with plenty of biblical roots.
I was told some decades ago that my life would pass like the seasons of the year. With life-expectancy hovering at roughly around eighty years, my wise counselor said that we can divide our lives into four seasons of twenty years each. The first twenty years of life is spring. Life is new and young. Flowers bloom and the grass is green. Everything is just beginning — childhood, adolescence, young adulthood. In the spring we begin to plant the seeds that in time will grow, bloom, and eventually be harvested. The entire year — all other seasons — lay out before us, and we want to get to them as quickly as we can.
“Here I stand! I can do no other,” Martin Luther reportedly said as he stood before the papal commission that was investigating his radical beliefs. Taking a “stand” has been the Protestant rage ever since. We children of the Reformation, and I include myself in that family, just love to tell others what we believe.
When my wife insisted that I accompany her to the gym I thought it was a good idea. She had been pressing me about it for some time, and combined with my recent lipid readings I finally relented and agreed to go.
The i.d.e.a. Museum will host a summer camp to provide attendees a worldly experience.
There are some two million adopted children living in United States’ households today. These children arrive in their homes in a myriad of ways. Some are abandoned or surrendered to children’s services. Some have biological parents who are children themselves, and are in no condition to parent. Some have been conceived under horrific conditions: Incest, rape, or some other impossible situation. Some are from the States; some from overseas; some come out of foster care; some come from an adoption agency; and some come from out of nowhere, it seems. But most all have this in common: They are loved. The adoptive parents who receive these children want them, and they want to provide a loving home for them.
Last week my son asked me a profound theological question: “Why did God make stinging bugs?” Stumped, I told him to talk directly to God about it. Pausing for just a moment to consider my inadequate answer, he countered, “You know I can’t talk to God; I’m not even dead yet!” In my son’s literal but complex 8-year-old mind, prayer does not qualify as “talking to God.” Thus, his many and variegated questions about the mysteries of the universe, the meaning of life, and the purpose of wasps and biting flies, will have to wait.
When primitive Christianity first began to take root, it wasn’t known as “Christianity.” That was more or less a term coined by onlookers. The first Christians referred to their movement as “The Way.” The earliest disciples saw themselves, not as part of new religion, but as travelers on and in the Way of Jesus.
While at a soccer game some time ago I was reminded of why there is so little peace in our world. Parents from the two opposing teams almost came to blows and bloodshed while watching from the bleachers. This wasn’t a game with the World Cup at stake. These were 5-year-olds on the field. Cooler heads ultimately prevailed, but only after copious amounts of pushing and shoving, after the air had been singed blue with profanity, and the threat of involving law enforcement was made. It made me wonder what these five-year-old witnesses had to say after the game as the juice boxes and orange slices were passed out.
Ken Autry is the former pastor at First United Methodist Church on the lake yard in DeFuniak Springs, Florida. I say, “former” pastor only because he has now moved on to another appointment. Those Methodists won’t let their preachers sit still for long. He once shared a letter with his congregation that I have yet to get out of my mind. The letter, while not written to Rev. Autry, had been written by a parishioner who had become quite disgruntled with her pastor. This is not uncommon.
The Muscogee Nation of Florida is a tiny aboriginal people group of the Americas who seeks to hold to their heritage while surviving the culture around them. The Muscogee are led by an indomitable woman named Ann Denson Tucker. Ann directs the Tribal Council, serves as the public face and living historian of her people, and plays the role of chaplain, social worker, and attorney for the tribe. Ann has sought official recognition for the Florida Muscogee from the United States Department of Indian Affairs for many years now. She doesn’t want much more than that – just an acknowledgment of their existence. She sometimes wonders how long, if at all, that recognition will be in the making.
Amazon recently struck a deal to acquire the digital comic book app comiXology. Now comiXology is removing the ability to purchase titles directly through their app on iOS devices, after “retiring” an older app that had that ability and introducing a new one that does not and moving much closer to Amazon’s Kindle e-reader business model.
FILE - This 2013 photo shows the maze of waterways, large tracts of open and forested land and vast skies making up the immensity of the Amazon in Brazil, about 100 miles from the city of Manaus. Manaus, a host city for some of the top tournaments at this summer’s World Cup games, is also a gateway for Amazon tourism, with many outfitters and tour companies using it as a base for organizing river and jungle trips. (AP Photo/Jeremy Hainsworth, File)