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September, 2010:

Five little letters- one huge impact

Have you noticed lately how angry the world is? I mean, have you really noticed? Everywhere you look– on tv, at the supermarket, on the internet, people are increasingly angrier and angrier. Why is this? What is the cause?

“Do not hasten in your spirit to be angry, for anger rests in the bosom of fools.” Ecclesiastes 7:9

I remember thinking this very thing a few days ago while watching the early morning news. There was a story, and video, of adults at a peewee sports game who were physically fighting. Why? What did that accomplish? I was reading a few tweets of some people I’ve newly found, and saw that they had been ‘attacked’ because of their faith, by seemingly angry people. Why? What did that accomplish? I log on to facebook and I see people constantly complaining about this and that, and constantly posting how this made them mad or that made them mad; or how they hate their jobs or bosses or co-workers. I go to the supermarket and am not met with smiles and happiness, but frowns, rudeness, and fast-moving angry people. I drive down the road and if someone next to me thinks I’m driving too slow, I hear their horn and see them sporting their middle finger. Politics has turned angry. Even the blogging world has turned angry– where people leave vile comments full of hatred and disdain. Everywhere I turn, people are angry. Why?

“So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath; for the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” James 1:19,20

I go to a high school football game and hear parents yelling profanities and rude things to the coach because their team is losing. I walk around during half-time only to see one father got angry with another, and one walked away with a broken nose. Why? What does being so angry accomplish?

I’ll tell you what I think it accomplishes. It keeps God’s children separated from Him. It keeps people from loving strangers. It keeps God’s children from sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ with their neighbor. It keeps people from giving a helping hand to the little old lady who can’t walk across the street. Anger is so often fueled by hatred, or intolerance. It is not an act of God. It is the lies of Satan. Satan turns disappointment to frustration, frustration to anger, anger to rage, rage to hatred, and hatred to… his benefit and your loss of control. His sole agenda is to turn God’s children; to cause us to take our eyes off our Father, and he will do this however he has to. He is relentless. He will tell you lie after lie. He will trap you. He will hit you at your lowest point and push you down even farther.

The farther the world gets away from praising God and accepting His Son, the angrier the world becomes. Satan is running rampant in the world, and the world is making it known– loud and clear.

“A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” Proverbs 15:1

I can not imagine living the life of the person who wakes up angry and then goes to sleep angry. I can’t imagine how lonely and dark their life must be. Everyone gets angry, it is a God given human emotion. Even the most devout Christian will get angry. How you handle that anger is the key. If you fall into Satan’s temptation, then your anger will turn to rage; which can then turn more ugly than I care to think about. If you turn your eyes to the Lord and ask for His guidance and deliverance, your anger will subside as quickly as it began.

“You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.” Isaiah 26:3

I imagine a world where people are slow to anger, and even slower to hate. A world where neighbors help neighbors, just for the sake of helping. A world where I don’t have to monitor every little thing my children watch for fear of what they will hear or see. What a beautiful dream.

“Anger is just one letter short of danger. If you speak when you are angry, you’ll make the best speech you’ll ever regret. Anger makes your mouth work faster than your mind. Every time you give someone a piece of your mind, you make your head a little emptier.”

“Whoever guards his mouth and tongue keeps his soul from troubles.” Proverbs 24:28

Pray. Release your anger. Give it to God. Allow Him to shield you from satan’s lies and temptations. And rest in Him. Amen.

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Movie Review: The Least Among You

The Least Among You (DVD)
Published by Lionsgate

Leaders are not chosen, they are called. Inspired by a true story.

Arrested in the 1965 Watts riots, Richard Kelly (Cedric Sanders) must serve probation at an all-white seminary. Although encouraged to break racial boundaries by its president Alan Beckett (William Devane), the school wants black followers not leaders. Even former missionary, Kate Allison (Lauren Holly), initially rejects Richard. A prison sentence looming, Richard meets Samuel Benton (Louis Gossett, Jr.) — “the gardener in the basement.” As Samuel guides Richard through his many trials, Richard must choose between his dreams and his destiny.

Richard Kelly is a smart and ambitious young man who just can’t seem to get a break. He is judged and prejudged, and just keeps ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the most incredible of circumstances, he not only finds his way, he also helps others open their eyes to one of the biggest wrongs in this country. With the odds stacked against him, he abandons his dreams, stands up for what is right, and finds a new God-lead destiny along the way.

This film, without a doubt, is one of the most compelling and touching stories I’ve seen in a very long time. The things this young man goes through– I can’t even imagine how he was inwardly tortured. I laughed, cried, cheered, and cried some more. The fact that this movie is based on a true story makes it even more touching. It is a must see for the entire family, or for an entire church group; with a lesson so large it literally jumps off the screen.

My rating:

On a scale of one to five, I give this movie 5/5 stars: for stellar performances by both Cedric Sanders and Louis Gossett, Jr; and the wonderful lesson that underlies the entire film.

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An Incredible Testimony

This has to be the most powerful testimony/speech/message I have ever heard in my entire life.

It’s in two parts, and is about 15 minutes long, give or take, in total, but it is so worth it:


Have you ever witnessed an abortion? Have you ever been present when one is being performed? I have. I was asked, by someone very very close to me, to be with her while she had her pregnancy terminated. She was already well into the second trimester. At the time, I was pro-life with exceptions– those exceptions being cases of rape or incest. (Not the case with my friend.) After that day at that abortion clinic, I am no longer pro-life with exceptions. I am 100% pro-life. Period. What I saw sickened me. What I heard sickened me. Even worse, I saw more teenagers than adults there that day. Teenagers. Teenagers who weren’t there for the first time. Adults who weren’t there for the first time. (As was the case with my friend.)

What has happened to the world that we have gotten to such a point that a teenage girl no longer worries about an unplanned pregnancy, because she knows she can just ‘get rid of it.’ (Or even a grown woman for that matter.) What happened to consequences and responsibilities? If you are reading this and you disagree, that’s great, you are definitely entitled to your own opinion. If you are thinking ‘I bet she would change her mind if she was the pregnant teenager’ then you are wrong. I was the pregnant teenager. I had my first child at the tender age of sixteen. Yes my teenage life was over. Yes I became a parent too young. And yes it was an adult consequence of an adult decision my non-adult self made. That is life. My child was not a scientific term when he was conceived. He was a child. A living human being. And I was not going to murder my child. I believe in women’s rights… but what about the babies’ rights? I believe it is a woman’s right to be responsible; to say no; to keep her legs closed; and to prevent unwanted pregnancies. Who is this world missing out on because a life was cut off before it ever got started? Just because the would-be-mother made an irresponsible choice and got pregnant as a result? (Though in some cases, it wasn’t a choice at all.)

I listened that day. And I watched as the person I was there for was in terrible physical pain. And do you know what I thought about? What kind of pain is that baby in that you are killing? That baby doesn’t have a choice about his or her life. What is that baby feeling? What would he or she look like? What would he or she sound like? What would he or she grow up to be? The thought of it killed me inside. The sound of that machine sucking the life out of her, literally, made me sick. I have never forgotten that sound; I have never forgotten that sick feeling, and I never will. As long as I live.

I choose life.

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How do you (did you) do it?

I had an eye opening experience last week with Miss Priss.  A while back, I allowed her to go on facebook.  Without her knowledge and for safety reasons, I log on her profile once or twice each week and check to see who she is talking to privately.  (I can see everything else from my own profile.)  For the past few months everything has been good.  She talks to friends from school and church, as well as our preacher, his wife and our youth minister.  Since she had been showing that she can be somewhat responsible, we purchased a cell phone for her birthday.  We decided to get the cell phone because of sleep-overs, church events, and ball games– it is easy to keep track of her whereabouts if she has phone.  This also gets checked periodically, without her knowledge.  (Because, let’s be honest, if she were doing something she knows she shouldn’t, she’d be sure to cover her tracks.  I want to know what is going on with my kiddos.)

Last week, we had a bedroom issue with her.  Specifically, her room looked like a clothing factory exploded in it, as did her bathroom.  She gets one gentle reminder of this daily responsibility, and knows there are consequences if the reminder has to be repeated.  Well, the reminder had to be repeated several times.  Why?  She was too busy texting.  So, I told her the next time she neglected her room, I was taking her phone away for a few days.  On Wednesday morning, I stepped into her room and the clothing factory explosion had multiplied.  I didn’t dare look in her bathroom.  The bedroom was enough.  I took her phone.  She went to school.

About three hours later, her phone went off.  It was a text message from a name I didn’t recognize.  (Aha, a new contact.)  Since I didn’t recognize the name or number, I scrolled through the messages until I saw this “Do you have pic message?”  Instant red flag.  (She does not have a camera phone for this specific reason.  Nor does her phone have net capabilities.)  After reading all the inbox and sent messages, I switched over to the net and checked her facebook.  I found that she had added a new male friend they night before, and had communicated via personal message– where they exchanged phone numbers.  I clicked on this male friend’s name (a name I did not recognize) and found that he will soon be twenty years old.  My temperature immediately rose and I’m sure steam was pouring from my ears.  Right then, at that moment, I sent a message to this person and told him, very directly, to never ever contact my daughter again… and reminded him of the legal implications if he did.  (Her age vs. his.)  I then blocked him from contacting her on facebook.  After about half an hour of fuming, I changed her facebook password.

When she got home from school, we had a very very long talk.  She confessed that she’d ‘met’ this -boy- through a friend from school (who is also on facebook and is also in the seventh grade).  She thought since her friend -knew- him it was okay.  She learned quickly that it was not okay.  I learned that she is not nearly knowledgeable enough about boys and the internet.

Priss didn’t understand why I was so upset about her giving her phone number to a complete stranger; or why I was upset that he asked about ‘pic messaging.’   She just didn’t understand the dangers, or the things that older kids (practically grown men) do with picture messages.  Nothing good was behind a near twenty year old asking my daughter if she had picture messaging.

So, we had another talk.  About the dangers of the internet (in more depth than any previous talk); and we had a talk about boys and girls.  We had ‘the’ talk.  This talk wasn’t something I wanted to have with my twelve year old daughter, but one that was obviously necessary given the attention she gets from boys, especially older boys, and the fact that she is in junior high.  (And there are girls younger than her that have already given birth.)  We had a good talk, just she and I, and she now understands things from a mature perspective.  (I have always had the sex talk with my children, one on one, and explained the truth of sex, pregnancy, STDs, etc.  Being a victim of child molestation, I want my children to learn the truth– not something their friends tell them, or worse.  Knowledge is a great defense, in my opinion.)   She also understands it from a Biblical perspective, which was one of the most important things I wanted her to learn.  She understands why a boy asking about picture messaging can be a bad thing (ever heard the term sexting?) and she understands why she is not allowed and will never be allowed to be friends (or boyfriend/girlfriend) with someone who is more than two years older than she is.

During this, she found out that I do check her facebook and cell phone regularly.  If she were older, I may hear “you don’t trust me” or “you invaded my privacy.”  I explained to her that (1) my job is to teach her right from wrong and ensure that she makes good decisions, (2) I wouldn’t be doing my job as her mother if I didn’t do everything in my power to make sure she is making good decisions, and that includes checking facebook, cell phones, and email if necessary, and (3) until she is an adult and capable of making responsible decisions, there is a limit on privacy.  And I certainly learned a big lesson in all this– this world is extremely dangerous and I have to do everything I can to prepare my kids for it.

So now I ask you:  how did you have ‘the talk’ with your teens (or have you had) and how did they respond?  How do you handle privacy with your teens and does it depend on their age?  How do you handle daughters and boys/dating (or vice versa if you don’t have a daughter)?  And… if you haven’t done any of these things yet, how do you plan to handle it?  (So many questions…)

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30 Day Blog Journal #16

Day 16 – a song that makes you cry (or nearly)

Ohhh, there are a LOT of songs that make me cry, or nearly. But, just right off the top of my head I can think of two… so I’m gonna cheat and post two or three. (linked to lyrics also)

Concrete Angel by Martina McBride



The Little Girl by John Michael Montgomery (not an official video, but all I could find with decent sound quality)



Skin by Rascal Flatts

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