I have always had an interest in history, and mythology and when I was in elementary school. I read every book my school library had regarding myths and mythical creatures that make up the culture of many nations. I was also brought up in a Judeo-Christian Church and home and loved the Bible stories as well – which some, not me, believe to be mythical stories. And, I’ve also had an interest in Nostradamus, a French astrologer, apothecary, and physician who made predictions – and I give Nostradamus the same weight as I give a horoscope – none. But it is still interesting. I wish my Bible study teachers had put more weight on all the predictions otherwise known as prophesies in the Bible – because they actually come true. My column this week may be considered “religious” but I’m going to be as factual as possible and even include a historian that wasn’t a believer.
For Christians around the world, Easter represents a time of renewal, and a time of remembrance of the death of Jesus and his resurrection. However you choose to celebrate Easter, whether it is in Church or in your backyard hunting for Easter eggs or both, we at Navarre Press wish you a day of renewal. Consider it perhaps a transfiguration of sorts; a shedding of whatever is old and stale and an embrace of new things, habits and ideas.
I hadn’t started kindergarten when I attended my first live softball game. It was a church league game of slow pitch, and my dad was playing.
I remember being amazed that Dad, being so old in his late 20s, could still run. What I don’t remember is having free run of the area around the field’s fence.
The note addressed to my wife was curt and accusatory, castigating her for an oversight that was unimaginable in its ramifications – it appeared that we had run out of peanut butter. The judge was my oldest brother; he and his wife were visiting us from Venezuela. “No Bannon household should ever be without peanut butter,” he chided. It was a Sunday morning; my wife and I had left early for a morning full of ministry responsibilities at church. My brother and his wife were having a late breakfast and had promised to join us for the last worship service of the morning. His breakfast plan? Toast with peanut butter, but after searching every shelf in the pantry and every cupboard in the kitchen, there was no peanut butter in sight. It was in the refrigerator.
Easter is coming. With a president of the United States who could hide his own Easter eggs and throw himself a surprise party, we deserve to know one simple thing: Who’s calling the shots in the White House? It is clearly under leftist Democrat rule.
Legendary Alabama football coach Nick Saban recently talked about his decision to retire and the factors that played into it.
Saban was torn between returning for the 2024 season and stepping down. He felt the Crimson Tide had all the key components needed to contend for another National Championship.
Do you ever wonder if someone giving his or her life over to Christ, that is, becoming a Christian, actually makes a difference in their life? I mean, I have observed some people who have had a mountaintop experience, give their lives over to Jesus, and change their ways. But for some, the emotional experience lasts for a while, and over time they return to their previous ways.
There is a bill on the Governor’s desk waiting to be signed. The state House gave final approval to a bill that would harden self-defense claims for people who kill bears on their property. The bill strictly spells out the restrictions of shooting a bear but does leave the door open for people who do. Summarily, the bill says people would not be penalized for killing bears if they “reasonably believed that his or her action was necessary to avoid an imminent threat of death or serious bodily injury to himself or herself or to another, an imminent threat of death or serious bodily injury to a pet or substantial damage to a dwelling.”
In Genesis 27:30-45 Jacob swindled from Isaac the birthright rightfully belonging to Esau. Jacob used guile and dishonesty, urged on by his mother, to attain what was not his to have.
