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Columns

  • Byerley: Heaven

    Each morning I awake into the blue-gray pre-dawn hour. Birds are beginning their chorus, the rooster across the street is beginning to crow, and the smell of the forest wafts through the window. As I step outside into the cool, crisp morning air, stretching my limbs and thanking God for a new day, I often wonder what heaven is like.

  • Fabyanic: Ekphrasis

    “If I look at the mass, I will never act.”
    — Mother Teresa

    Another moving photo of immigrants’ plights, that of the bodies of Salvadoran migrant Óscar Alberto Martínez Ramírez and his 23-month-old daughter, Valeria, has gone viral. They drowned while Ramírez attempted to swim with Valeria strapped to him across the Rio Grande near Brownsville, Texas.

  • Fabyanic: Perversion of American values

    Recently, a young friend visiting from Europe asked what I am proud of and love about America.

    The United States, I began, is the oldest constitutional republic, possibly in history. I spoke about American ingenuity, innovation, can-do entrepreneurial spirit, and great feats and accomplishments such as the lunar landing. It was America, grudgingly led into World War II by Franklin D. Roosevelt, that saved the world from Hitler and stood steadfast against the Soviet communist empire. The list continued.

  • Byerley: Democrat demagoguery

    Last week’s first round of the Democratic Debates was a joke. Many described them as a “clown show,” which was very fitting. It was nothing more than a showing of how to “out radicalize” the next and who was more “progressive” than the other.

    With so many candidates on stage, no one was truly able to shine, and several disappeared into the shadows. Colorado Democrats John Hickenlooper and Michael Bennet sounded awful overall, a complete embarrassment to our state.

  • Byerley: Come one, come all

    Oh, come all ye hipster-gapers, tattooed and geared-out, with stickers all over your Mercedes vans and every sport’s equipment hanging precariously off the sides. You have climbing gear and crash pads, mountain bikes, kayaks and teardrop campers, stickers showing how many miles you’ve run, from every outdoor gear company, and every brewery known to man. You drive in the left lane of the highway at 50 mph and are so stoned out of your gourd that you don’t even realize others are trying to pass you.

  • Fabyanic: America the microbrew

    A refreshing headline appeared recently in the Washington Post: “‘Wrong, plain and simple’: 50 years after the Stonewall raid, New York City’s police commissioner apologizes.”

    It was on June 28, 1969, when the NYPD raided the Stonewall Inn. The raid was SOP, reminiscent of those by G-men on Roaring Twenties speakeasies. Years of repetition made it usual. Only this time, the response was not usual.

  • Fabyanic: Fishing in a bathtub

    It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world, but for Wales? – “A Man for All Seasons” by Robert Bolt

    Last week, we traveled to Henry’s realm where laws were laid flat, a metaphor Bolt uses in his play about Thomas More, who valued principle above life. More poses that moral conflict to Richard Rich, whose name speaks to his values. For perjuring himself at More’s trial, Rich is appointed attorney general for Wales. The William Barr of King Henry’s court.

  • Byerley: Born again

    I often hear others refer to born-again Christians in negative connotation, making fun of us as being “Bible thumpers.” Their perception is that we no longer know how to have fun, or that we’ve become too “vanilla.” They see us as judgmental, suppressive and close-minded. Many think we have no right to feel the way we do, based upon God’s word and instructions to us, and that we should bend our will to “get with the times.”

  • Byerley: Continued fight for freedom
  • Fabyanic: Enforcing laws isn’t so simple

    And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned around on you – where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? – “A Man for All Seasons” by Robert Bolt

    That is spoken by Sir Thomas More to his future son-in-law William prior to More’s beheading by Henry VIII. Using trees as a metaphor, he continues.