Luke 18:13 (Jesus speaking), “But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me the sinner.’”
Rural Texans have a lot to say about the lack of broadband service in their communities. Since we covered the topic earlier this month, many readers have emailed to share their stories and pleas for help.
Fox News has lost a big chunk of its audience, and it is continuing to lose. News-Max, on the other hand, has at least quadrupled its audience. The owner of News-Max predicts that his cable network will overtake Fox within the next six months. Why, you may ask, is this shift occurring? It’s simple. Fox has called the election for Biden and says it sees no evidence of widespread election fraud. News-Max, on the other hand, has not called the election, supports Trump, and covers every argument the Trump legal team presents. Trump supporters are switching from Fox to News-Max in droves.
I have a best friend from 8 grade who I still joke with via texts and phone calls. We were best of friends until I moved from the Chicago area to Va. Beach, Va. the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. Over the years, we stayed in touch, lived close to each other a time or two, and then a divide fell between us for more than 30 years. After re-connecting, it’s as if the lost decades hadn’t passed. We joked like we were kids in junior high again, driving the teachers crazy. If there is a period in our lives when we need to find more ways to laugh, this would be it.
One February afternoon about 5 years ago (I was a teacher in the DFW area), I was headed home at the end of the school day. After turning from the parking lot onto a highway that dips into a depression then rises back up again over a distance of about a quarter mile, I was the only vehicle in sight until I started the climb. As I was going up, a minivan with its headlights on appeared in the opposite lane, followed by a vehicle about two car-lengths behind, and passed me horn blaring. I wondered why, and when I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw the driver flipping me off! When I could see beyond the rise, I realized the minivan must have been the first vehicle in the funeral procession that was passing me. I noticed one other car in the distance had pulled over, so, out of courtesy (rather than conviction), I pulled over, just as a motorcycle escort whizzed past to get back to the front of the line before the next intersection.