Will new sports craze propel New Jersey to star status

It’s not that New Jersey has never been No. 1. It’s just that the titles weren’t always ones that residents wanted to remember. True, the state does top the Environmental Protection Agency’s list of toxic waste sites eligible for federal funds. Its new resorts in Atlantic City lead the nation in bringing in gamblers, far outstripping their Las Vegas competitors. It is also the nation’s most densely populated state nearly 1,000 people per square mile a distinction that has brought with it a struggle with crime, poverty, and urban blight. 1 sports facility in the United States and perhaps the world.Across the Hudson River from Manhattan,cheap jerseys http://www.cheapnfljerseywholesale.top/
a cluster of three massive white buildings (football stadium, indoor arena, race track) now rises out of a vast field of 27,000 parking spaces. What once was swampland and industrial litter has been transformed into a sports and entertainment mecca, drawing more than 8. They’ve been joined this spring by the US Football League’s New Jersey Generals, who lured Heisman Trophy winner Herschel Walker into a professional uniform. The team sold 38,000 season tickets before it ever played a home game and drew an impressive 53,000 fans in all to that opener.The list goes on. Major college and pro basketball? Yes. Ice hockey? The New Jersey Devils just arrived this season. Pro soccer? The Cosmos, perennial league champs, play here. Top level track and field? The indoor record for the mile was shattered at a meet here recently. Wrestling? Next year’s collegiate finals.And don’t forget the nonsports events, everything from ice shows to circuses, industrial equipment shows, horse shows, even something called a hot rod truck and tractor pull.Any state might be happy to attract these events. But somehow in New Jersey, it means more. Why? Because each new team or event is another step out of the shadow of two giant neighbors.To put it delicately, the state has an image problem. Anyone who travels the northern New Jersey with its oil depots, chemical plants, and urban congestion knows that much of the Garden State is no garden. But worse, because of a geographic quirk, New Jersey has developed no core city to stand as a cultural and physical center for the state. Even two centuries ago James Madison recognized it. He called the state ”a cask tapped at both ends,” its residents tied economically and psychologically to New York City and Philadelphia, two of the world’s largest cities, which lie on its eastern and western borders.”New Jersey has been a state with a second class image,” says Les Unger, a native of the state and public affairs director for the 76,000 seat outdoor stadium and 20,000 seat indoor arena at the Meadowlands. He says the lack of a big media center has hurt the state’s ability to project an image of its own. ”People here know more about the mayor of New York or the governor than they do their own state,” he says. ”And in southern New Jersey, the same is true of Philadelphia. We don’t even have our own (VHF) TV station.”It may be too much to say that the sports complex standing cheek by jowl with New York City in the northeast corner of the state provides that center. But it certainly has helped.”It has enhanced the image of the state . . . by becoming the premier sports complex in the country,” argues Robert E. ”It’s enabled the people of the state to feel a tremendous sense of pride in the accomplishments at the complex.”Not to be neglected, he adds, are the economic benefits being brought to the state including $82 million in excess revenue returned to state coffers since the facility opened in 1976. Meadowlands officials say building the 750 acre sports complex on garbage strewn marshland which farsighted former Gov. William Cahill once called the ”most valuable piece of undeveloped real estate in the world” has resulted in $450 million of private development. Hotels, restaurants, and office buildings have sprouted in the surrounding 19,000 acre Meadowlands district, which spreads across two counties.A source of state pride, it’s also a source of tourist dollars. ”We feel it’s a major attraction” to visitors, says Victoria Schmidt, director of the state’s Division of Travel and Tourism. ”There’s no question,” she says, that it’s brought a large number of visitors, people ”who might not have come before.”The Meadowlands is a prominent part of New Jersey’s new radio and television campaign aimed at tourists, beginning this spring. But it is far from the only attraction, says the director of tourism. ”People don’t realize what New Jersey has,” she says. For instance, 44 percent of the land is covered by forest. The state boasts ”the finest beaches in the world,” mountains, camping, ski areas, and ”more historic sites than any other state in the Union.”The Meadowlands is now developing another of the state’s hidden resources, says Les Unger: thousands of ”hungry” sports fans eager for their own teams to follow and support.For years, the Meadowlands received thousands of letters requesting season tickets for professional hockey games. The only problem: It had no hockey team. Attracted by a new arena and hockey hungry fans, the Devils moved in last fall. After drawing the fewest fans in the league in Denver (where they were known as the Colorado Rockies), the team has averaged a more than respectable 13,000 fans per home game in New Jersey, and occasionally sells all 19,000 seats. Although a young, new team with far more losses than wins so far, it already has a devoted fan club and thousands of season ticket holders, known as ”Devils advocates.”Indicative of state pride has been the continued criticism by the New Jersey press and public of the New York Giants for failing to change their name to the New Jersey Giants. But with a long tradition as a New York team, and with every game sold out with thousands more fans waiting for tickets, the club has no need to relent, Meadowlands officials say.For the New Jersey Nets, Devils, and Generals, who carry the state’s name, fan loyalty is mounting quickly. At a recent Devils game the once beloved New York Rangers received a 50 50 mix of cheers and boos when the score of their game was announced. Similarly, the New York Islanders, who once had a strong following on this side of the Hudson, were roundly boged.”Traditionally, [northern] New Jersey fans have been New York fans,” Unger explains. ”Until 1976, that’s all they had.” For a time, he says, each of the new pro teams playing here is ”a visitor in their own building” when it plays a New York team. ”Until any of our teams win, and win big, that syndrome is still going to be there.”With 5.5 million people living in Trenton and northward, New Jersey has ample population to support its own teams, says Unger. Although the complex is only a 15 minute drive from Manhattan, the pro teams based here ”really don’t have to go across the river” to find enough fans.Established by the Legislature, backed by three New Jersey governors, financed by $450 million in bonds sold largely to New Jersey banks and industries, the Meadowlands does not try to hide its state identity. ”New Yorkers like to think the Meadowlands is part of New York, but it’s not. It’s New Jersey,” says George Wirt, Meadowlands’ director of public affairs.Although an estimated 80 percent of visitors are New Jersey natives, Meadowlands officials say they have no intention of ignoring the rest of the 18 million people who live within an hour’s drive of the complex. But to attract them, officials say, the facility will have to continue to provide top attractions.”We think the people here are sophisticated fans,” says Unger. ”They can turn on their television and have 7 to 50 TV channels available to them with cable. They can see the best. They don’t want to settle for a product that isn’t on that level.”That’s why the Meadowlands has sought out teams from outside the region to play there, he says. This winter, for example, the arena has offered big time college basketball featuring match ups such as Kentucky North Carolina and Virginia Missouri. ”Those are the best,” Unger says. ”And that’s what we’re after.”In a single week in late February, he notes, the two top candidates for the cover of Sports Illustrated were athletes with ties to the Meadowlands football player Herschel Walker and runner Eamonn Coghlan, who had just set an indoor record for the mile at the Meadowlands. ”Just watch,” he told a visitor at that time, ”one of them will be on the cover.” (It was Walker.) ”That’s where we’re at with this facility.”

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Helping Children Develop Faith in God

A year ago I attended a workshop on religious diversity. There were many different people there, such as Buddhists, Christians, Muslims, Atheists, and even people who didn’t know what they believed or what to believe. At the beginning we were asked, why did we come? What did we hope to get from this session?

Of the many answers, the one that touched me the most came from a man who said he attended the workshop that day because he wanted to know how to raise his children in terms of religion or spirituality. The question has stayed with me ever since. How do we raise spiritual children? How do we help children develop faith in God, and to make their own faith-based decisions?

Children look to their parents as examples for faith and how to live a faith-based life. I am reminded of the story of Enos in the Book of Mormon. He comes to a critical point in his life: he is deciding what to believe. He turns his thoughts to his father. He says, “I, Enos, [know] my father that he was a just man—for he taught me in his language, and also in the nurture and admonition of the Lord—and blessed be the name of my God for it” (Enos 1:1). Enos was grateful that his father taught and exemplified principles of faith.

I was teaching a lesson in church last month; the bishop asked me to lead a combined meeting at which the whole adult congregation would be in attendance. This was my chance to learn from the wisdom of everyone I worship with. I gave everyone a card with the following question:

What did your parents do to help you develop faith in God? 

All of their responses showed a gratitude for the spiritual foundation their parents gave them. With their permission, I have included some of the responses below.

  • My mother talked to us about God, took us to church.
  • My parents taught me the importance of prayer. They taught me that we speak to someone who hears us and listens to us.
  • My parents showed consistency in their faith. They had us read the scriptures every morning, pray in the morning and night, and spend time every Monday evening meeting as a family. This consistency showed me how important the faith was to them in a real sense. James 1:22 – “But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.”
  • Had me go to repent in Confession, go to church every Sunday, be honest all the time.
  • Even when other things were going terribly, my mom made sure that we always read from the scriptures as a family. As a kid, I hated it, but now I really respect her for soldiering through.
  • I had witnessed my mom wake up early at 4 a.m. to attend church service. I saw her pray and sing along all day. I saw her example of treating others with kindness, and forgive those who took from her what was most precious.
  • Doing activities around the house that doubled as object lessons.
  • Personal interviews. Having formal conversations was really helpful.
  • When I was a child and throughout her life my mom used to go to church every morning before going to work. It helped me to develop faith in God.
  • My parents encouraged me to live the commandments and find out for myself whether the teachings of Jesus Christ are true. We held family scripture and prayer every night, attended church meetings every week, and my parents set a great example by living very righteous lives.
  • My parents made sure I was heavily involved in church activities, which helped my social life and self-esteem. I always attended EFY [Especially For Youth, a church summer camp], youth group, church, and service activities. It taught me that God loves everyone and I shouldn’t be so selfish. Mosiah 2:17 – “And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God.”
  • My parents helped me by teaching me how to read the scriptures and how to pray. They prayed with me and helped me look for the answers God gives us.
  • I think the biggest thing my parents did to help me was walking past my parents’ room late one night and seeing my dad on his knees praying. I knew then, that if he believed it enough to do it when no one was watching, then I could try it too.
  • My parents liked me to be with them at their church. I do go with them still as long as I have time.
  • My parents-in-law invited some Christian friends to our home to share their ideas about God and sing songs and pray.
  • Fostering the desire to seek truth and understanding. Working through doubts in an open, honest way.
  • Shared with me their journey to the faith and issues they struggled with, supported me finding my own path and asking tough questions.
  • My parents’ true love between themselves, the great love and respect. They both told me over and over about Father and Lord and Savior and Redeemer, not only with words, but with deeds of true love and compassion for others, so I do the same with my children and grandchildren.
  • They let me choose for myself. Doctrine and Covenants 121:37 – “…when we undertake to … exercise control or dominion or compulsion upon the souls of the children of men in any degree of unrighteousness, behind, the heavens withdraw themselves; the Spirit of the Lord is grieved…”
  • They taught me the love of learning about everything: all religions and all points of view. This helped when it came to hearing about the LDS [Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints] and feeling the truth of it.
  • They taught me to love the scriptures by quoting them – sometimes humorously, but always respectfully – and by applying them to real-life situations.

How my parents helped me develop faith

How did my parents help me develop faith in God? They took me to church, they taught me at home, and they set an example of belief. They made sure I had the opportunity to attend church evening activities with others in my age group. I was given nice, leather-bound scriptures and encouraged to study them. We focused on Jesus at Christmas and Easter more than on the presents or colored eggs, and we focused on Jesus every day, not just on religious holidays. We have many pictures on our wall, all of family members, and included on that wall is a big painting of Jesus Christ. The focus was always on Him.

So, now it’s your turn. How did your parents help you develop faith in God? Please share your comments.

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Staying Mormon After Losing My Faith Part 3

I have also spent a lot of time trying to understand what others also go through when they experience a profound loss of faith. A couple of years ago I made a list of the reasons why I am able to stay active in the LDS church after losing my testimony and be happy enough. I share this list so that others can examine ways in which they might be able to help others who go through something similar.

First, I am able to express my views honestly in church. I live in Boston, which is an area that has more open-minded people even in the LDS church. It still took some personal effort to get to the point where I can say what I want to say during lessons, talks, meetings, and other venues and not feel a twinge of guilt that maybe I’m harming somebody who’s fragile. Because if I did not express myself, I would go crazy and I don’t think I could stay active and happy.

Second, my beliefs are not very set; they are still evolving. I know how much I don’t know and how much trust I place on various beliefs of mine. Some others who go through a major loss of testimony end up in a place where they know the church is not true. Other than considering that possibility, I never really came close to landing in that camp.

Third, I am respected by my ward leaders, my stake leaders, and enough of my ward members. There are probably people that think that I don’t belong in church because of the views I express, but if there are, they don’t go out of their way to make me feel like I don’t belong.

Fourth, I still feel inspired occasionally when I attend church. I also appreciate the opportunity to confront and consider perspectives that differ from my own. I am able to benefit and have my experience broadened by the perspectives of others. I believe that continuing to attend helps me in my personal growth.

Fifth, I have not been personally harmed by the church or church leaders. I know many people who have been, but that has not been my experience. Rather, my experiences with the church have been inordinately positive. For people who have been harmed by the institution or its leaders, I think it is especially difficult to maintain activity.

Sixth, I think that my presence in church is helpful to others. I am thanked all the time for the comments that I make in lessons, or when I express my beliefs during a testimony meeting. I think that my presence in my ward makes the others around me who struggle with the church feel more hope and camaraderie.

Seventh, I feel a commitment to the church. I chose to make the church a part of my life, and I think that I would feel a sense of personal shame for not holding up to a commitment I made. I don’t know how healthy this attitude really is, but I feel happy enough with it for now.

Eighth, I feel a personal duty to do what I can to make my community as good as it can be. That applies to my neighborhood and the city I live in and also to my ward. I want the church to improve. If I did not attend church, then I couldn’t help it improve or even feel justified in critiquing it. I want to do everything that I can to make it better. I wouldn’t be effective at making my church community better if I weren’t an active participant in it.

I want to conclude with sharing a little bit more of what I believe. I do not know that God exists, but I choose to believe that God exists. I have looked at the evidence on both sides, both scientific and experiential, and I choose to believe in God. Furthermore, I believe that this faith transition that I have gone through is part of God’s plan for me. I believe that God wants me to have this perspective so I can share it with others. I believe that the purpose of this life is to become better people—more loving, kind, compassionate, more understanding. In sharing my experience, my goal is to increase understanding of those who go through a major faith transition in the hope that they will find compassion and respect within their church communities as they navigate through their spiritual journey.

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Staying Mormon After Losing My Faith Part 2

The next thing that had a profound impact on me was that I encountered a supportive community on the internet.  I think I googled something like “how to stay LDS.” I ended up on StayLDS.com and at the time they had a link on their homepage to a Mormon Stories podcast discussing Stages of Faith. Stages of Faith is a book by James Fowler outlining common stages that people go through with their faith across essentially all religions. Of the six primary stages of faith that Fowler describes, I was currently in stage four and prior to losing my testimony I was in stage three. What was most significant to me was that there were future stages—this gave me a hope I had not felt in a long time.

I was feeling a lot of negative emotions during this period. I was upset at myself for having been so trusting when I was younger. I was frustrated at the LDS church because I felt like it was the church’s fault. I had followed the formula set forth for building a testimony and it failed me. Also, the church provided no help for me. I could talk to my bishop but that didn’t help me and beyond that there were no resources. I was both mad at and confused by my fellow ward members because they weren’t going through the same thing. It’s amazing how quickly your perspective changes. I would look at people and think how can you truly believe what you just said, but only months before I might have said the exact same thing and truly believed it. I think I also felt some guilt; in looking for a cause of my doubts, I started to blame myself, thinking that perhaps I had drifted away from God and maybe that’s why I wasn’t sure if God even existed anymore.

These negative emotions are indicative of Fowler’s stage four. While you’re experiencing it, it’s hard to imagine that there will be an end to it or a light at the end of the tunnel. Listening to this podcast and hearing the experiences of a couple of other people gave me hope that there could be a light at the end of the tunnel for me. I wanted to progress toward a stage-five type of faith where the negative emotions are mostly gone and I’m able to appreciate the beauty of any and all faith. Just knowing that this perspective existed made me want to cultivate it in my life.

It took time, but church gradually became different for me. Instead of attending and feeling both personal alienation and pity for so many others who were left to their blind faith, I started to see the beauty in the beliefs of others that I no longer shared. I also decided that I needed to participate more at church. I would share my beliefs during testimony meetings every three to six months and comment in classes more. This process was very gradual and every so often I would think about how church has been for me lately, and for probably three years straight there was steady improvement.

Over these years, I have also continued to try to understand what I truly do believe and what I choose to believe. I went through a period where I listened to a lot of Mormon Stories podcasts, and I found them very helpful to understand some of the difficult aspects of Mormonism. I was also looking for others like me whose testimony crumbled because of nothing in particular. This period of sorting out my beliefs helped me to not feel anxiety in church when people expressed beliefs that are different from mine. I now can explain clearly why I believe what I believe because I put in the time to sort it out.

I feel as happy as I need to feel with my relationship to the LDS church now. I’m an active, temple-attending member with an unconventional testimony.

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Staying Mormon After Losing My Faith Part 1

About five years ago I began a major faith transition. Prior to this I would have described myself as a fairly typical Mormon man. I was raised in the church but I didn’t really believe what I was taught, then around age 15 I began to read the Book of Mormon. I knew all the stories and my family had read through it together when I was much younger, but up to that point I had never really read it for myself. I was surprised by what happened to me as I read it. I frequently experienced what people commonly describe as “feeling the spirit.” For me, feeling the spirit was, and continues to be, a metaphysical sensation that I cannot otherwise explain. I concluded from these fairly frequent metaphysical sensations as I read the Book of Mormon that the Book of Mormon was the word of God. Based on that, I decided that Joseph Smith must be a prophet and that the church he restored, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, was God’s church on the earth and its teachings were of God. This was the foundation of my spiritual beliefs. I studied and experienced more and my spiritual beliefs multiplied, but the foundation didn’t last forever.

When I was 26, I was talking with a friend one day about an LDS church policy, and I realized that I just didn’t accept that this policy was of God. When that realization hit me, I began some fairly intense introspection about what that meant. I realized that I wasn’t sure anymore about a lot of the beliefs that I had adopted including the beliefs that the LDS church was God’s one true church and that the Book of Mormon was what it claimed to be.

This began one of the most difficult times of my life, as I had no idea what I believed anymore. My foundation in the LDS church was gone and I didn’t feel sure of anything. I talked with my close friends about what I was going through. They all listened patiently and felt some compassion for what I was going through, but they didn’t have the fix that I craved at the time. I talked with my parents with similar results. I talked with my bishop and he told me that his wife had gone through something similar, but he didn’t have any real answers for me either. However, I felt like he cared about me and felt empathy for what I was going through.

I spent a lot of time trying to sort out what I really did believe. This process took months and years. The main thing that I came away with was that I would probably never feel 100-percent certain about any belief ever again. This perpetual uncertainty fundamentally changed me.

During this period of my life, attending church was the most difficult thing for me each week. I would be feeling pretty good about my spirituality and then I would go to church and feel crushed spiritually. Until then, church had been a place where I felt pretty comfortable; it had always been a part of my life and, in a way, it had felt like home. Now, after losing my testimony, church made me feel completely alienated. Every expression of testimony from others was like a dagger in my heart; I couldn’t relate anymore. These utterly unqualified professions of rock solid belief made me feel sad, both for the person who believed so blindly and for my former self who did the same. I yearned for people to actually say why they believed what they believed, but that is very rare in the LDS church. Culturally, Mormons want to state as firmly as possible that “I know . . . ,” but I wanted to hear “I believe . . . because . . . .” The former relies heavily on emotion, while the latter is based more on evidence or experience, which I longed for. For whatever reason, people at church tend to feel more comfortable sharing their conclusions rather than sharing the evidence and process of how they arrived at them. I would vent my frustrations to friends and family and they’d listen with compassion, but during this time the emotional costs of attending church were much greater than the benefits I was feeling.

I wanted church to feel better to me so I tried attending a different LDS congregation, but if anything, it was worse. I continued to wonder if I belonged at church. I kept going but it was difficult, and at that time I believed going to church shouldn’t be difficult. I think this was partly because the LDS church basically teaches that every person would be better off if he or she attended church. Even though it was miserable, if I was going to stop attending church, I needed to feel more certain that was the right choice for me.

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When Big, Bad Things Happen

On Memorial Day weekend 2008 Annie, Ben, Jack (aged 3), and Lila (aged 3 1/2 months) left Brooklyn for a weekend trip to North Carolina, Ben’s hometown. They never came back.

What happened isn’t quite as ominous as it sounds, but nearly.

In short, a CAT scan detected a large tumor in baby Lila’s brain; North Carolina became their home, and uncertainty became their future. baby in hospital bed

A year later, in 2009, I called Annie with some questions, and she answered them.

Do you ever consider what life would be like if this had never happened?

Certainly. Yeah. I mean, I don’t think What would we be doing at this exact moment?, but I do think about what it would be like if life had just kept going on.

I also wonder what it would be like if it hadn’t happened in Raleigh. I wonder what we would have done without the family support. I also think that both times we’ve lived here, it has been because of forces beyond our control. Both times we faced less than ideal circumstances and just kind of gotten stuck.

In short, yes, I’ve thought about it.

Was there ever a moment, especially in the beginning, when you were in denial about what was happening?

There was never a chance to be in denial. There was processing, but no denial. I thought, I can’t believe this is happening, but never This isn’t happening.

From the moment the resident in the emergency room came in with her attending, there was always something to do. There was a plan of action right away, and we had to follow it. I just thought This is what we’re doing, this is what needs to be done. I had what if thoughts, but I couldn’t think This is what we’re doing . . . but what if this doesn’t work. I literally couldn’t think both those thoughts simultaneously. I would think What if this doesn’t work . . . how much time do we have with her. . . . But, there were things to be done, and with that kind of thought process, if you’re thinking one, there’s no point to the other.

Tell me about when the resident came in with the attending physician.

We took her into the emergency room because of symptoms we’d noticed. She wasn’t focusing, and her eyes were bulging out. They’d always done this, but this was more, worse. I actually thought she’d lost her sight. I didn’t know why she wasn’t reaching for her toys, and when we drove her to the hospital she wasn’t looking at me, she couldn’t focus on me, and I thought she’d gone blind.

They did a CAT scan. They said it might be hydrocephalus. They said that it was fairly common, and sort of fit the symptoms. That’s what they were looking for.

So, they swaddled her in lead, and did the scan, and while we waited for the results, they only take about an hour, the resident doctor came into take Lila’s vitals. That was the last time we saw that doctor alone. When she came back in, she had the attending doctor with her. I don’t know if that’s procedure, or if she was nervous.

When she came back in, with her boss, I knew, on some level, that something was going on.

Although, if ever there was a time when I experienced denial, this was it. I had no idea what they were going to tell me.

What was it like when they did tell you?

Ben and I reacted very differently. Right away, Ben started to cry. Maybe you shouldn’t write that. I just sat and listened to everything until the doctor was done talking. I guess it’s surprising it wasn’t the other way around.

She said, “Well, we were right, it is hydrocephalus. But we found something else. There’s a tumor.”

Time stopped. The floor dropped out from under me. All those cliche things really did happen.

Then the doctor said, “There’s nothing more we can do for her here.”

That statement. I’ll never forget it.

We’ve had a lot of moments this year, but that first one, it’s indescribable. I can feel it, still, but I can’t articulate it. I just don’t have the words to give that moment the impact it deserves.

What was it like to tell people this news?

Oh, it was awful. I didn’t want to make that phone call. I wished anyone else could make that call. But, I needed to call my mother and tell her. I didn’t know she was driving at the time. I still feel bad about that. She had to pull over. I had her make the rest of the calls. I didn’t feel it was my responsibility to spread the word, but I knew I had to call her.

Ben called his mom while she was giving Jack a bath. She started to cry, and for a long time Jack associated that phone call and her sadness with Lila’s sickness.

How did you explain all this to Jack?

We kept it pretty basic. We explained that Lila was sick, and the doctors were going to help. We had many conversations about it.

Once, I tried to get more specific, I tried to explain what cancer was, but he didn’t really get it.

It just became part of his life.

What have you done over the last year to retain normalcy?

In the beginning, there was a plan for Lila’s treatment, but no plan for our life. We knew we were going to stay in North Carolina for her treatment, but we didn’t know where we were going to live, what would happen to the apartment in Brooklyn, who would take care of Jack. In the beginning I would go days without seeing him.

Eventually, we worked it out. Ben and I would take turns at the hospital, one of us would be there during the day, and then we’d switch off, and the other would be there at night, so both Jack and Lila could see both their parents every day. Julie (Ben’s mother) went to the hospital so Ben and I could be together, and be with Jack together.

We taught Julie and Janelle (Ben’s sister) to administer the chemo so Ben and I could go away for our anniversary. This was a struggle.

Why?

I had to trust someone to give my child poison, essentially. It was a challenge to enjoy ourselves, thinking about that, while we were away. But it was necessary. We knew, even though it would be difficult to leave, it had to be done.

We tried to keep life normal for Jack, and hospital life was normal for Lila. It is what she’s known for most of her life. For her, it is what it is.

For you is it what it is, or do you rail against what’s happened?

The day it happened, sometime within the first 24 hours, someone said to me, “I don’t know how you’re doing this. I could never do this.” And 24 hours before that, I suppose I would have thought the same thing. But if it happens to you, you do it, because there is no alternative.

You can’t resist what you have no control over.

Can you speak to the response you’ve gotten to Lila from the public, both near and far?

I’ve never been a church charity case before, so, it was a personal process to learn how to accept help. A friend told me people wouldn’t offer if they didn’t want to help, and when people offered, I should say yes. So, I had to learn to say yes. It wasn’t easy, but it was good for me, and it was good for Jack. Up until that point he had, let’s say, a small circle of trust. He was looked after by only a few people, besides Ben and me, and this year has loosened him up. He’s been watched by so many people, and it’s helped us both to trust others.

The thing is, it’s incredible.

Lila’s name has been on dozens of prayer lists. People of all different religions were talking to God, whoever their God is, on her behalf. A friend put her name on the First Presidency’s prayer list, so Lila was prayed for, by name, by the prophet of our church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

It’s been incredible, weird, and difficult.

What about this response surprises you?

It’s surprising how this little person has impacted people who have never met her. I got an email from an acquaintance from college who told me that Lila’s story changed her life. Until this point I’d only thought of how this had changed my life. I didn’t consider how it had changed other people.

We recently ran a 10K for brain tumor research, and I got a list of the people who had donated to Team Lila, and an old college friend had donated $100. We hadn’t been close since college, and he hadn’t mentioned it, and when I saw his name on the list–I don’t know how to describe that experience.

I guess I’m surprised, and moved, that people, so far removed, have been so affected. I don’t pretend to know what it means, but any positive that’s come from this, somehow makes this experience a little more worthwhile.

Has this changed the way you see service, or how you serve others?

Absolutely. I used to think that I owed so many people favors for all they had done. But it doesn’t work that way. I had a trial, people helped me. Someone else will have a trial, and I’ll help them. That’s the way life is.

My mindset has changed. When I hear that someone needs help, I don’t think, oh, someone else will handle this. I know now that it’s my responsibility. If we all considered the burdens of our brothers and sisters our own personal responsibilities, then everyone would be taken care of.

Lila is in remission. Do you see this as a miracle, or do you feel that this was the only possible outcome?

I think this is a miracle. The type of cancer, which is aggressive and pervasive, is rare. The location of the tumor in her brain is rare. That she had this at her age is rare. Everything about this is extraordinary.

After her first surgery, because it’s what we’d heard people on TV ask, we asked, “What are her odds?”

The oncologist said that he didn’t do odds. It was 100% or 0%. She survives or she doesn’t. It was the nature of what she had–it was really bad. I’m going to get into some medical terms here: she had a golf-ball-sized tumor in the back of her head, pressing against the brain stem. It was mostly calcified teratoma. There were also components of immature teratoma and the germ cell tumor, which is the kind of tumor that causes ovarian and testicular cancer.

The calcified tumor was so hard that, when the doctors removed it, it virtually peeled away from the brainstem, and they were able to get all of it.

Well, I take it back. That was in June, and we continued the chemotherapy through July and August. When they did the MRI in September, we were sure everything was fine, and the results would be good. We were cocky. If there was a time when I didn’t consider anything less than a positive outcome, it was before the MRI in September.

But, there was another tumor. The chemotherapy had addressed the germ cell tumor, but not the immature teramoma, which is what had grown back.

After being so certain in September, we were terrified for the MRI in December. Terrified. The day after the test, we were in for labs, and a nurse passed us in the hallway and said, so casually, “Oh, the results were all clear. Everything looks good.” It was amazing. She had given us, in passing, the best news we’d ever been given in our entire lives.

I mean, I would love to tell you that from the beginning I thought everything was going to be fine, that she was going to be fine. But, I didn’t.

Medicine is incredible. All the prayers and fasting–it was a series of miracles.

Since we did this interview in 2009, Lila has been in remission and will celebrate her fifth remission-versary this December 4th. She just began kindergarten in July, and spends her days doing gymnastics, drawing, catching bugs, riding her scooter, and playing with her older brother Jack, now 8, younger sister, Alice, and is waiting to meet her littlest sister, due in December.

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Will market forces cut prices

As some public charging stations have started charging feesfor charging sessions, many electric car drivers are debating what a fair price would be.

Virtually all drivers accept that it’s reasonable to pay something to charge at a private business.

Two executives from Coulomb Technologies, which is installing the ChargePoint network of charging stations, weighed in with their experiences after two years in the trenches.

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They suggest that electric car drivers will choose only those stations that charge what’s viewed as a fair price, meaning market forces will adjust prices to acceptable levels. $2 per hour.

This is largely viewed as unfair. electricity costs.

Some newer electric vehicles (the 2012 Ford Focus Electric, 2012 Coda Sedan, and the 2012 Tesla Model S) can charge that twice that rate on public Level 2 charging stations.

It would appear that electric car owners unanimously want to be charged for the actual electricity they use, measured in kilowatt hours.

Unfortunately, many states do not allow a private vendor to “set electric rates,” a privilege reserved to utilities that are regulated by various state and local public commissions.

Leading the way to address this problem, California has passed a law (AB631) that allows charging station owners to decide exactly how they want to set charging fees: per hour or per kilowatt hour.

And, said Pat Romano, CEO of Coulomb Technologies in an interview, other states are planning to follow suit.

“We don’t set pricing for charging from our units,” added Richard Lowenthal, founder and Chief Technology Officer of Coulomb.

He asserted that the pricing is “free to be set” by property owners where the charging stations are located.

Romano acknowledged that “$2 is expensive per hour,” and said he believes that pricing formats will “settle in” as electric car owners and charging station providers become more educated.

Romano said Coulomb executives are “advocates of per kilowatt pricing,” and that only about 20 percent of the stations they have installed so far are charging today.

Electric car drivers “are a good demographic to encourage to shop at your business,” he pointed out, “so free charging or at most a dollar an hour for charging by time would be fine.”

Lowenthal added that a market adjustment has already taken place for two of its ChargePoint stations in Palo Alto, California.

Both started out costing $5 an hour for charging, but no one used them at those rates. Now, one charging station is free and the other is costs just 50 cents an hour.

The message seems to be clear for electric car drivers: Unless you are desperate, avoid using any charging station that costs more than $1 an hour. Use your “market force” to demand pricing based on actual use, or at least less than the $2 per hour rates seen at initial “experiment” sites.

Romano and Lowenthal noted that most charging stations especially in government or workplace locations are likely to remain free for some time to provide an incentive for adoption of electric vehicles.

And they suggested that free charging can act as a powerful inducement for higher income shoppers, the ones buying plug in vehicles, to visit a local shopping area or business.

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Everyday Miracles

Edith was a late walker. So she was a year old when, to stand up, she braced herself on
our exposed furnace and severely burned the palms of both hands.

She is my first and only child, and it was all I could do not to drown in the sound of her crying on the way to the hospital. I kept it together through the long morning at the E.R. through sheer force of will, even when the E.R. doctor sent us to Shriner’s Hospital for Children for more specialized burn care. rolls of bandages

Edie’s burns were significant and obviously painful. Both of her hands had to be
wrapped and the wrapping had to be frequently changed. The staff at the hospital were
wonderful and very kind, but, no matter how many comforting toys I plied Edie with, no matter how silly her dad acted as a distraction, as soon as her burns were unwrapped and exposed to air, her fight/flight reflexes would kick in and she would scream and squirm in absolute desperation. I tried to help the nurses once, and they told me, “You just hold her, we’ll be the bad guys.” They were practiced, and it never took long, but the experience would leave all of us exhausted and traumatized.

So I was wary when we explained that we were going out of town for a few days and the
nurses said, “Then you’ll need to change the dressing.” I didn’t even know how it would work. If I was changing the dressings, how could I hold Edie? If my husband, James, was holding Edie, how could he dance around like a lunatic to distract her? There just weren’t enough hands.

But, three days later, we found ourselves in New York with this seemingly monumental
task in front of us. I knew it had to be done, and I also knew that I didn’t want to do it. I waited all day, hoping the dressings would just change themselves. They didn’t, so just before bedtime, I gritted my teeth and laid out the bandages, ointment, and tape that I would need.

I stood in the living room doorway and looked at Edie, crawling around with her tiny
hands wrapped in gauze dirty from three days of playing, and tried to think of what to do. How could I do this quickly? How could I do this quickly with her trying with all her might to get away? How could I focus on the task at hand? How could I focus on the task at hand while she screamed in pain? How could I minimize the trauma for all of us?

James stood next to me and quietly suggested that we first say a prayer. I was surprised
and a little ashamed that I hadn’t thought of that right away. I gathered Edie in my arms and James prayed that we all might be calm, and that Edie would feel little pain. We said “amen” and I handed Edie to James. He held her in his lap, and I began to sing my favorite hymn, “How Gentle God’s Commands.”

How gentle God’s commands!
How kind His precepts are!
Come, cast 
your burden on the Lord
And trust His constant care.

I don’t have a strong voice, but Edie likes it, and I often sing this hymn as a lullaby. I
started to sing as I unwrapped the old bandages, the part I dreaded the most. As I started on the second verse and Edie’s hands were exposed to the air, she peered up at me, her eyes mild. She lay relaxed in James’s arms, and a spirit of peace pervaded the room. I relaxed and was able to work quickly. I finished and James and I looked at each other, astonished, over Edie’s head.

This experience was immensely powerful in its simplicity. I often find myself asking for
things in prayer—a financial windfall, perfect health, unmitigated happiness—knowing they might not come just as I want them, or on the timetable I’m certain I need. As I’ve gotten older and wiser, I’ve learned that answers to prayers often look different from expected. I’ve learned that the Lord knows what is best for me, and I trust that.

Perhaps that is why this experience felt so surprising and miraculous James and I went
to the Lord with a plea, and it was answered, in that moment, and just as we hoped it would be. And it felt, quite simply, like a miracle.

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Immigration Issues From an LDS Viewpoint

I can honestly say that I never really thought much at all about immigration issues at any time of my life prior to serving my LDS church mission. I served in the Texas McAllen Mission, which is the southernmost mission in Texas. Being right on the border of Mexico for two years put me in direct contact with a lot of illegal immigrants and despite rumors and myths that all illegal immigrants cause most of our nation’s crime, there is so much more to the issue. This article is based on my own observations.

Every year thousands of individuals or families come from Mexico to live and work in the United States. Sometimes the father will come to the United States to work while leavingUS border his family behind and then spend many weeks or months working, reuniting with his family for short periods of time. Other times the whole family comes to live and work. Both situations have advantages and disadvantages.

In my opinion I think it’s safe to say that many of these illegal immigrants are honest and hard working, except for the fact that they’re here illegally. These people aren’t usually the ones we see committing crimes, abusing welfare, or even stealing identities to live on.

The situation gets messier when a family comes illegally to the United States, has a couple of children, and then faces possible deportation. The adults and any kids who were born in Mexico must return to Mexico while children born in the United States must remain.

Ironically many people who want fewer government laws are often the ones who think illegal immigrants should follow all the laws. Immigration laws have become very difficult to deal with, which is why immigrants often come illegally. I don’t condone what they are doing as being right, but I’m asking other American citizens to look at the bigger picture.

The church has continued to reaffirm its stance on immigration by saying that rather than looking at the issue in black and white, cut and dry, we need to be civil in our discussions and debates.

The best way to look at immigration for me is to compare the parable found in Matthew 18:21-35 about the servant who begged forgiveness from his own master for being short on a debt. After being forgiven that same servant turned around and threw his own servant into prison for not paying a debt. The servant who was granted forgiveness was caught in his own actions and also condemned.

Too often we are granted more compassion and forgiveness than we might deserve from Heavenly Father, and when we have the chance to judge others we lash out and toss accusations, sometimes untrue regarding others.

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Paul Dredge, Interview by Jim Johnston

Paul Dredge grew up in Kaysville, Utah and came to the Boston area in the 1970s to get a doctorate in anthropology at Harvard. He’s been here ever since. He and his wife, Nancy, have raised five children in Arlington, Massachusetts, where they still live. Paul currently is the bishop of his congregation, the Arlington Ward.

You have extraordinarily deep commitments outside the Church with people and activities that you care deeply about, and everywhere you go people know you as  a Mormon. How does that feel?We're Junkies on the Spirit

I sing with the Spectrum Singers, and the Tanglewood Chorus. I’m in a group, the “Friday Friends.” We’ve been meeting every month for six or seven years. Most of us do team building, coaching, and training for a living. We originally met each other at the Boston Facilitators Roundtable. These people have become deep friends. When I was called as bishop of my ward, they got an earful about it. In all, we have three women and six men, very diverse.

In my work, I do week-long leadership training sessions. People in those sessions generally know I’m a Mormon; I usually tell them after we’ve been meeting several days.

I realize that often, when I talk for the first time with someone about the Church, I begin with the more sensational or odd thing, and make light of them. It’s a kind of preemptive way to stop people from hurting me. It’s a way of hiding and protecting my real experiences and feelings. If I led with what I really feel and what I really care about, it would feel unsafe.

I recently had a chat with my neighbor, and he gave me some interesting feedback: “Why are you smiling—does that mean you don’t believe what you’re saying, or that you’re uncomfortable about saying it?” From this I figured out I had been hiding behind cordiality and humor to mask my discomfort with how people might respond to my being a Mormon. I learned in reflecting on that conversation that it’s better to say it like it is than to hide.

How do you think that Mormons are different from other faiths? How do you explain those differences to others?

We have something really unique in this Church. Having grown up in the Church and being active all my life, I didn’t recognize how different we are from other religions and lifestyles. The more I see others, such as when I sing with Episcopalians at Trinity Church, or many years ago at Old North Church (when I was choir director of our ward), or now with my daughter-in-law Sarah (who grew up mostly Episcopalian), the more I see how different we are.

We’ve just had our general conference, for instance. What other religion has ten hours of sitting on your butt listening to talking heads—it’s unfathomable. No other religion does this sort of thing. We’re different, we really are. I’ve enjoyed dropping bombs on my friends of how peculiar we are, and then laughing.

But with the Friday Friends, I’ve shared what really matters. For instance, I’ve said to them that my business seems to be prospering because of my service as bishop. The Lord has tested me to see that I really would dedicate myself to the bishop calling, and now is blessing me in my business.. (Maybe the bottom will drop out when I’m released!). Hearing this same comment about my business, my neighbor asked me if my prosperity wasn’t due to my own efforts (he’s a very logical guy, from Albania). He said he acknowledges something bigger than himself in his life, but without any religious background or affinity. I’m convinced that I’m getting divine help. He and I are going to talk more about leadership, another topic we spoke about in our dialogue, and that will open up other avenues of conversation.

It’s best to acknowledge our strangeness, and then get on with the benefits we feel in our lives, because what we have is very strong.

Last night we watched “Midwife” on Channel 2. You look at those sisters in their nun habits, and think about their prayer and meditation and chanting, and all the things they do. I think they are spiritual people and have spiritual experiences, and I don’t doubt at all their spirituality.

But we’re “junkies” on the Spirit. That’s what keeps people in our Church. In general conference, we heard lots of references to promptings from the Spirit directing people to do specific things. I don’t remember that being so often mentioned in my youth, but we hear it a lot now. We’re all looking for revelation in our lives. We’re entitled to it, actually, if we feel repentant and are trying to be righteous. I don’t know that most other people feel that way, though some clearly do. For instance, we have a cleaning woman from Brazil who comes once a month. On Facebook, she posts her own prayers that are remarkably beautiful. She is a Christian right down to her core, and it shows. So we’re not unique, but in our overall practice and expectations we are unique.

What has it been like for you when you felt the Church would be good for someone. How did you make the link, or wish you could make the link?

About three years ago the sister missionaries scheduled a walk around the [Boston] temple, as a way to interest people in the temple and the Church, and answer their questions. I invited quite a few neighbors to that. It was nice to let them know I cared enough about my Church and about them to tell them about it. But they weren’t interested; they said they’ve got their own thing. On the other hand, when the temple open house was going on in 2000 (in the weeks before the dedication), I took two groups of my friends and neighbors, 70 people in all, and personally gave them the official tour. In the sealing room I bore my testimony to them, saying, “It’s just amazing to be in this place with people I know so well, to share the religious part of my life.”

That was about as good as it gets. I was weeping. These were people from many walks of life, including many of my neighbors. They were sweet about it then, and have been since. The uniqueness of the temple being open to them for that brief time is what brought them out, whereas the invitation three years ago to walk around the outside wasn’t that much of an attraction.

I’ve invited my fishing buddy Joe to join the Church—more than once. He and I have pretty deep spiritual conversations. With strangers I usually don’t like to try to get a gospel discussion going. For instance, on a plane, I’m either getting ready to work really hard, or I’m returning home exhausted. My impression is that the cultural norm of chatting with your seatmate is fading; people expect to keep to themselves. Flying used to be more cordial, and more of a cozy club.

What do you think is the best way to talk about the gospel with strangers?

I really enjoy answering questions, but not forcing a conversation. I’m also aware I stay away from discussing my inner experiences. I’ve that the opening for me to share the gospel is much better discovered than created. If something comes up in someone’s expression that gives me an opening that’s Church-related and related to the person’s life, it’s so much better than saying cold, “I’m a Mormon, would you like to talk?” That principle is true in all parts of life.

When you discuss the gospel, we should respond to people where they are, actually engage them where they live. Make sure that you know what you’re talking about, and then you’ll be better prepared to see opportunities to share that with others.

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