Advent is now upon us. It is a time of waiting and a time of preparation for the anniversary of the coming of the Son of God. Instead of making spiritual preparations during Advent, many of us get caught up in the demands of the holiday season. Any extra time we have is spent on the material preparations that have become an annual tradition, such as buying gifts, decorating our homes and work areas, planning parties, and baking treats.
It happened on a Wednesday evening in October 1975. That was the day I went to my first concert that featured a nationally recognized band. I was a freshman in college and the concert was in an arena that was located near the college campus. The band that played was the Beach Boys. They toured the country that year and performed in 100 concerts throughout the United States.
Last week, DC Comics announced that Jon Kent, the son of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, will be coming out as a bisexual in the November 9 issue of the Superman comic book. The announcement was accompanied by a picture of the young Superman kissing his boyfriend. The decision to change the sexual preference of Superman killed the iconic American superhero that was created more than 83 years ago. As further proof of the business-killing instincts of the DC Comics executives, in August, the company announced that after 81 years, Batman’s sidekick, Robin, was coming out as a bisexual.
About 10 years ago, my children purchased tickets for a Broadway musical show in Chicago and gave the tickets to me and my wife Georgette as a gift. They also reserved a hotel room for us to stay in while we were in Chicago. It was the perfect gift because it forced us to get away, spend time together, and see a popular musical production that we would not have otherwise seen. Everything was perfect the night of the show, except for an odd encounter Georgette had with a woman.
Last month, while a few of our grandsons were at our house for the day, Georgette read a children’s book to them about Tarzan. Later in the day when I came home from work, one of the boys followed me around the house and asked me several questions about Tarzan. He wanted to know what I knew about him, if I had ever read any books about him, and what TV shows and movies about Tarzan that I watched when I was his age.
Did you know that there’s an old plantation hymn that Catholics traditionally sing in church on Good Friday? The hymn was composed in the 19th century by African American slaves and was first published in 1899 by William Eleazar Barton in his hymnal, Old Plantation Hymns. Here’s the first verse of the hymn:
My first jury trial was in 1983, the same year that I started practicing law. I was the attorney for a young woman who had been charged in federal criminal court for embezzling money from a local bank. After that case, I continued to accept criminal defense cases for several years. In one of those cases, I represented a young man who was charged with a serious crime. The evidence against him was overwhelming, and he was found guilty of the crime. At the sentencing hearing, he told the judge that he had discovered God, and he was a changed man. The judge responded to his comment by stating,
Last month I wrote two articles that provided suggestions on what you can do if you are diagnosed with the COVID-19 virus. The titles of articles were Preparing Your Body for the COVID-19 Virus and Treatment Ideas for COVID-19. After I published the articles, I heard from a man who provided me with a protocol that has been used by doctors who have successfully treated people who were in the early stages of the virus. I asked him to send the protocol to me so I could share it with my readers. Here’s what he sent:
Last month, while my 10-year-old granddaughter, Grace Hercik, was playing outside, she fell and broke her arm. Two days before she broke her arm, when my family was together for a birthday party, I told Grace and my other grandchildren about how I broke my leg in 1967. I was the same age as Grace when I broke my leg.