http://bible.com/111/2co.5.13-15.niv If we are “out of our mind,” as some say, it is for God; if we are in our right mind, it is for you. For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.
Are you out of your mind? I’ve been thinking a lot today about the internal conflict I have between my nationalistic principles and Christ’s love that is supposed to be working within me.
I’m starting to think that the two may actually not be in conflict. There would be too much typing for me to explain how I came to that conclusion. But, just know that the largest generation in the history of our country is retiring.
Subsequent generations are much smaller due to families having less children. Our country has aborted three times as many people as have immigrated here (or more). So, like it or not, we need more tax payers to take care of this older generation and to staff a sizable volunteer military. Otherwise our nation will fail to be a powerful voice for democracy around the world and default on the massive debt that we have incurred.
What say you?
I’m in a BI software training class today. This instructor kept talking about all the food he ate while teaching in China. I was getting a numb brain over it. So I spoke out and said “I went to Georgia once”. He said, “oh yeah in europe?” I said “no, America, that’s about as far east as I want to go”. Class slayed.
Today is Veterans Day.
Thank You Veterans, It is because of you we are free. Free to be whatever we choose to be. Free to see what we want to see. Free to sing what we want to sing. Free to work where we want to work. Free to vote if we want to vote. Free to learn what we want to learn. Free to say what we want to say. Free from tyranny home and from afar. Free from dictators wherever they are. We dare not forget why we are free. For the price of freedom was not free. Yet the price of freedom has been paid. By a Veteran, whether they live or whether they lay. Freedom is still not free even today. Even now so, the price has to be paid. Until all the tyrants have been slayed. To keep this country free as made. The Veterans’ courage must not fade. And we indebted must arise. And ensure the tyrants do not surprise. For if our memories dull or fade. Surely the price will again be paid. On American soil I am afraid.
Thank You, Veterans. Thank You, Dad. Thank you for your service to our country and for fighting for freedom around the world. Thank You for sharing the freedom of salvation through Christ Jesus with our soldiers and counseling them through tough situations through twenty years of service and even still today.
This has been a rough election year in Arkansas. I have never seen so many half-truths in campaign ads. This year is especially full of negative ads and untruthful insinuating in the Senate and Governor’s race.
I was reading R. Kent Hughes’ book “Disciplines of a Godly Man” in chapter 11 today. This chapter is about disciplining the tongue. He referenced this chapter in Psalms that I thought really fit for this election year.
Psalms 12:1-8 Help, Lord , for no one is faithful anymore; those who are loyal have vanished from the human race. Everyone lies to their neighbor; they flatter with their lips but harbor deception in their hearts. May the Lord silence all flattering lips and every boastful tongue— those who say, “By our tongues we will prevail; our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?” “Because the poor are plundered and the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord . “I will protect them from those who malign them.” And the words of the Lord are flawless, like silver purified in a crucible, like gold refined seven times. You, Lord , will keep the needy safe and will protect us forever from the wicked, who freely strut about when what is vile is honored by the human race.
I’m reading Romans 5 & 6 today (NIV version). Sometimes when I read the Bible I read it in my mind as though the words are being spoken by a fiery and robust southern preacher. Sweat on the brow and handkerchief in hand. I was reading today while walking around for some excercise at work. When I got to about the middle of chapter 6 I started to recognize that I had been so into the sermon that I was walking rather briskly with a little hop in my step. I don’t think I shouted for joy but I was close if I didn’t. So, be warned, the word has a tendency to add vigor to you steps.