Here’s what I’ve been thinking about lately. Our country has some serious problems–both domestically and abroad. These are issues the executive branch is capable of handling, but for some reason has been choosing to act and/or negotiate from a position of weakness rather than strength, in both areas.
I think there are times when that sort of approach can be affective, but in this instance, it seems the greatest country on earth is approaching the head of the soup line with our palms up in supplication, asking if we can please have some more.
Do I think we should act like the playground bully and take more control?
Of course not.
I think our current USA CEO could even be a great president under better conditions–under peacetime conditions.
Except that in our current domestic and world situations,
IT ISN’T LIKE THAT AT ALL!!
There’s a war going on, and a pestilence made up of radical Islamic thugs and murderers spreading in the middle east.
Is the answer to keeping Iran out of the fray gently petting their back like a kitty?
But letting them inspect themselves to determine if they are stockpiling nuclear weapons?
Have they proven themselves to be both truthful and trustworthy? Sane, even?
And what about the Islamic State?
What about our own country, for that matter? What is going on?
It seems as if life has no meaning beyond Webster’s definition.
People kill each other almost arbitrarily in places like Chicago, and really across America.
Young African-American men are killing cops, because black lives matter.
Cops are occasionally killing African-American men because they have been conditioned to fear them, and even expect the worst.
Stupidity, AND latent and active racism have a hand in both.
Here’s the thing, in my opinion.
Life is never easy, for most of us.
But it has value. Each life has value.
Black, white, blue, born or unborn.
How do we get people to realize that?
It’s there where I usually get myself into trouble.
It isn’t by preaching wrath.
I think it’s by preaching the love of Christ.
Not Allah, or Vishnu, or Baal, or anything like that.
It’s a shame so many people don’t know that.
It’s a shame it often seems the government is working toward criminalizing people for saying it, in one form or another.
It’s my belief that if people knew what value they had to their maker, maybe they would act, think, and feel differently.
Maybe I’m being optimistic and naïve, but I think there’s always hope. It may be that my saying that in the way I have offends you.
I’m sorry if you’re offended, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
There’s just one way to find real peace.
It may not be popular.
It may be difficult (of course it is. Morality seems more vice than virtue these days). And moral relativism is a lot easier to achieve and maintain than a relationship with Christ.
Man, I don’t know what to tell you. I only know my own pain. I only know my own hopes, dreams, and fears. I only know the sources of my own scars.
And I only know that it wasn’t until I began a relationship with Jesus that I began to find relief.
I know that with the same certainty I felt when I knew I wanted to marry my wife.
Listen, folks, you don’t have to believe me. You get to decide the route your life takes.
We are all different, in almost every way.
But we are also all the same.
We’re drowning in a deep, dark pool, and we need someone to throw us a rope. Lots of people will, but only one rope leads to rescue.
Cling to that one with all your might.