“Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have.” These are the words of Simon Peter, one of Jesus’ first disciples, written to some of the first and earliest Christians. And like most words put down on paper, these instructions have not always honored the intent of the author.
Reality has a habit of raining down hard and melting away the comforts formed by the kindness of imagination and the vagaries of memory. There’s the way a person wants to remember an event that occurred in his or her life, and then there’s the way the event actually played out, complete with details absent of sympathy.
I grew up with a lot of religious rules. To violate these rules was to subject oneself to the judgment of God. If you had a fundamentalist upbringing, you may be familiar with some of these restrictions. No drinking, no smoking, no dancing, no playing cards or going to the movies, no mixed-bathing (a prospect that intrigued my teenage mind), no Sabbath-breaking (though we did not actually gather on the Sabbath), and absolutely no questioning of religious authority.
I was very pleased to see the recent endorsement of Scott Smith by Gov. Jan Brewer. As both a successful business person and course-altering mayor of Mesa, Smith has demonstrated the vision, pragmatism and leadership qualities that our state needs in its next governor. While other candidates and out-of-state money are taking shots at Smith that are full of spin and inaccuracies, he has responded by offering to sit face-to-face with critics in full view of the media to get out the truth.
This is embarrassing, or at least it would be if I had any hope of pretending that I wasn’t doing a perfect impersonation of an ex-nun. But my feckless, impetuous youth has recklessly sailed and sunk in the harbor, so you may as well know the truth.
What do Kenosha, Wisconsin, and Cape Cod, Massachusetts, have in common? Besides the fact that they are both splendid, waterfront communities, probably not much. Except this: Seventy-five years ago this week, these towns were the first public release points for one of the greatest films ever. “The Wizard of Oz.”
You may not be included on Hollywood’s red carpet invite list, but you’ll feel like part of the action Monday, Aug. 11, at AMC Ahwatukee 24, where, thanks to Fathom Events, you’ll enjoy a feed — streaming to 250 movie theaters nationwide — of the theatrical premiere of “The Giver,” broadcast live from the Ziegfeld Theatre in New York City at 7 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time, with a tape delay for all other time zones.
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’ve seen it multiple times, but it never fails to amaze me just how fragile our lives, as well as all the stuff of our lives really are. One of the summer storms bouncing around the Valley at this time of year brought wind and rain ripping through our church campus. It tore up trees and threw around the roof tiles like a 2 year old in full tantrum mode. The storm was all over and done in the space of about 10 minutes, yet restoring some semblance of order took several days. The emotional impact of the scene of devastation, and the physical work also took its toll, even as we give thanks that no one was injured.
I’ve been an Ahwatukee resident since 1999 and I would love to keep the Lakes golf course, but the truth is I haven’t played golf or supported the local courses in over four years. Not because of any reason other than I don’t golf as much as I used to. People do not spend time playing golf like they used to. I played three-four times a week back in the ’90s, but now play less than one time every four years. How many of you actually play golf and supported the Lakes or Country Club?
A friend who has some experience with rodeo horses sent me a most picturesque proverb: “Let go or be dragged.” Whether this phrase was first spoken by a Zen master who had achieved enlightenment on the mountainside, or by a battered cowboy nursing his shattered bones and pulling cacti from his backside makes no difference. It is the unmistakable truth.
I’ve seen it multiple times, but it never fails to amaze me just how fragile our lives, as well as all the stuff of our lives, really are. One of the summer storms bouncing around the Valley at this time of year brought wind and rain ripping through our church campus. It tore up trees and threw around the roof tiles like a 2 year old in full tantrum mode. The storm was all over and done in the space of about 10 minutes, yet restoring some semblance of order took several days. The emotional impact of the scene of devastation, and the physical work also took its toll, even as we give thanks that no one was injured.
Our state is taking a beating over our nation’s broken immigration system. Unfortunately, we’re hearing a lot of rhetoric and campaign pandering on this issue. Here’s the truth: securing the border is about more than guards and fencing.
The Thunder look to return to their winning ways behind a talented junior class and a group of committed seniors in 2014.Produced by David JolkovskiNarration by Jason P. SkodaInterviews (in order of appearance):Cade van RaaphorstTJ RobertsAlex FarinaDrew McIntyreCoach Dan HindsAdrian PerezAndrew MacnairSaxon McDonald