Freedom of Choice

August 10, 2010 at 8:12 pm (Abortion, Being a kid, Liberty, Life)

Let me just start by saying we all have a political and religious view… Even if you’re an Atheist and Anarchist, you still have a view, and that’s part of the makeup of who you are. A portion of what influences the decisions you make. So the whole idea of separation of religion and state are garbage, you cannot separate a man from himself.

 

Now onto the topic at hand, Freedom of Choice.

Well here’s a thought, and I am sure I am not the first to have it, but it’s a first for me, so I want to share it. We here so often that everything is about freedom of choice. Free Speech, freedom to bear arms, a woman’s choice to carry a child to birth and so on.

 

We have heard this all before, but I had a bit of a different prospective today. I have been spending some time of the last few weeks with John Adams, and learning what one of our founding fathers was really like. In reading about him it hit me, as this nation’s founders were sitting around the local taverns dreaming up a revolution, and planning the best way to break free from the British. It occurred to me, where was the freedom of choice on Great Briton’s side? We all know about the revolutionary war but have you ever thought that it was not only a war to establish our freedom as a nation, but also a war to silence the voice of our oppressors. I thank God that things went the way they did.

 

Also, one can look at the war on slavery the same way, by giving the slaves their freedom we took away the slave owners freedom

 

Women’s right to vote… Same story

 

The truth in this is that in restoring the voice to one people group another is silenced. Freedom always comes at a great cost to another people group. Always, and every time when there is an injustice there is a group of people to are willing to stand up to what appears to be unbeatable odds.

 

So what am I getting at here. Well there’s a war in America right now over the right to life. One side is fighting for a woman’s right to choose to forgo 9 months of her life that is shared with someone else. Remember she has every right to walk away after giving birth and never see the child again.

The other fights for a life that could last for 80 or 100 years, allowing that child to live to its fullest potential.

 

Because someone is physically weaker than us or does not communicate in a way that we can understand, does not give us the right to violently push them into a forgotten corner and walk away.

 

In any other case, when a group of people want the right to end the life of another group this nation cry’s outrage and runs in to save the day with guns blazing, but in the case of those who have not been given a voice yet, we are willing to allow them to be dealt with in some of the most inhumane ways imaginable. What is wrong with our people? Have we become so reliant on immediate self gratification that we can’t imagine a few short months of trying to live a better life, living a life for a greater cause then our own?

 

Pull your head out America, and give these children the voice they deserve to have.

 

God Bless.

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His Heart Cry’s Out

September 24, 2008 at 6:08 pm (Abortion, Being a kid, Faith, God, Intercession, Jesus, Life, Prayer)

So I have a picture in my mind of Jesus, in a field of tall grass and wild flowers, wearing robes that are a little gray and dingy, every day cloths used for work or play. Not the White Robes of royalty, but the rough heavy garments of a Caregiver.

He, Jesus is in this filed down on one knee, grinning nearly from ear to ear and a hearty belly laugh is coming from somewhere deep inside

He is surrounded by Kids, hundreds and thousands of kids of every color and language known to man, laughing and playing, rolling in the grass and just enjoying the breath of life.

I look into his eyes and see a deep sorrow and I understand…
These are the Kids that were lost before they were able to defend themselves.
These are the kids that were lost to abortion
He sits with each one of these every day knitting them back together body and soul, loving them and laughing with them into eternity while his heart cries out every moment for very reason they are even there.

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Today is the Big Day

March 25, 2008 at 3:53 pm (Being a kid, Christ and the Bible, Faith, God, Life, life lessons)

Zoe Apphia Ackman is on her way to meet the world as we speak.

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5 year old Spiritual Eyes

March 6, 2008 at 10:28 pm (Being a kid, Bible, Christ and the Bible, Dreams, Faith, God, House of Prayer, Jesus, Life, Prayer, Watchman)

So my Lovely Wife was talking to my Wonderful Son about seeing angles. He was a little concerned because he doesn’t see angles. This led to a conversation about seeing with Spiritual Eyes. Now my wife and I often talk about how kids just get it when it comes to spiritual things. This was no exception, as once he was able to understand what mom was talking about when she says Spiritual Eyes he immediate had story’s to tell of what he sees with these eyes.

My wife taught our 5 year old son to express his spiritual gifts in a way that we adults can understand. Then when she and I talked about it we found that he had been telling us this for quite some time, we just didn’t understand.

He told his mom that he sees colors with his Spiritual eyes, purple, gold – even that the gold on the streets comes from the angles wings. My wife told me about this and I was really hung up on the idea of how blessed this kid really is. So the next day, me being the nosy, jealous type of dad that I am, asked him about the conversation and he tells me “The darkness is the sinfulness, I didn’t tell mom that”. This just floored me.

We are praying daily that these gifts would grow, and flourish in him. We are stressing that they are gifts from God, and encouraging him to share what he can, but I am simply and truly amazed my the life that God has created in this little one.

 

Thank you Jesus.  

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Life Lessons – Learned before I was 10

February 18, 2008 at 3:04 pm (Being a kid, Life, life lessons)

If you actually read your junk email you may have seen this, or something similar to it anyway. It’s a pretty good read.

 

THOSE BORN 1920-1979
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!

  • First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
  • They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
  • Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
  • We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking
    As infants &children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags
  • Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat .
  • We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
  • We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO  ONE actually died from this.
  • We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because,

    WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING! 

  • We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

 

  • No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

 

  • We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

 

  • We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms…….

 

  • WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

 

  • We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bon es and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

 

  • We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

 

  • We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we di d not poke out very many eyes.

 

  • We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

 

  • Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

 

  • The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

 

  • These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

 

  • The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

 

  • We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

    If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS!

 

  • You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good .

 

  • While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.

 

  • Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!
 

 

Now here is the thought I had to day while reading this.

While we, who are reading this, are the kids who grew up in this life style we are also the adults to are preventing our kids from living that way.

Now I concede that today’s world isn’t the same as it was back then.

I also concede that we as parents should desire to give our kids more then what we had.

But is the internet, plasma TV, DVD Player, Playstation, Cell Phone, and what ever great new gadget we have really better then being a kid on a hot summer day, stretching our mind, and imagination learning how to build a go-cart the hard way, by trial and error, and learning from our mistakes. Or Playing a game of baseball at the local park with the neighborhood kids, then drinking kool-aid. Man that stuff was good on those HOT days in the summer.

 

I thought I might share a short list of life lessons that I remember still today from when I was a Kid.

 

We had an old buckskin horse, his name was Chief. I wasn’t old enough to see over his back yet, but… I was able to get a halter and lead rope on him, get him into the barn and from there managed to get a saddle on his back and a bridle on his head. I even was able to get my short self into the saddle. I ended up cracking a rib that day when I learned that old Chief could stop from a dead run fast enough to through me right over his head. What did I learn? First that with enough determination and thought I was able to do things that at first seem impossible. I also learned to respect nature, and the creatures that live in it. Not to fear nature, but to respect it.

 

I had a sweet black dirt bike, peddle type, back in the late 70’s or early 80’s

One day I found an old wood box that must have been about 3 feet tall, I also found an even older piece of plywood in one of our out buildings. More like a half sheet of plywood, so as you can imagine a 4 foot piece of wood rotten wood resting on a 3 foot tall box made a pretty steep ramp. I remember getting as far back as possible thinking I would really need the speed… Must have been 200 yards away from the ramp. I don’t think the distance helped much, but the anticipation as the wind hit me in the face as I peddled hard was AWESOME. I hit the rotten wood and cleared the box and felt like an eagle. I did this a couple more times and really thought I may have found a new carrier. Anyway on the 3 or 4th run I hit the plywood and it snapped in two… I drove head long into this wooden create, and low and behold that stopped me just has fast as old chief did in the last story. Bike and I both went for a heck of a ride, and I think I may have broken another rib that day.

What did I learn? That broken ribs hurt…

That sometimes with great achievement, we also face great pain.

And don’t use rotten plywood to build a ramp.

 

I was one of those kids that left when the sun came up and came home when the sun went down. I would swim, fish, hunt, play, what ever fit the bill for the day. It was a good way to be a kid.

 

What life lessons to you remember from before the age of say 10 or so that you learned on your own?

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