Reflective Meandering

Thoughts on faith, people, politics, travel, and transition.

Truth Matters

The hubs is out of town this weekend so, after church, I went to a little eatery for a bit before heading home. I ordered and took a seat about 30 feet from the counter. As I settled into my booth with my phone, I heard one of the employees of the restaurant loudly talking about President-Elect Donald Trump and Vice President-Elect Mike Pence. She was lamenting about how crazy they are, and said in Indiana, Pence sent a woman to jail for abortion.

I’m pretty familiar with legislation governing abortions, and I know for a fact that most abortion provisions penalize the doctors who perform the abortions that violate the law, but they don’t penalize women; the doctors take the life, the doctors pay the penalty. Unfortunately, abortion mills often take advantage of women during moments of great stress and desperation, urging them to abort their unborn, convincing these mothers that the babies they’re carrying are only tissue. These abortion mills don’t care about the physiological and psychological effects abortions have on women.

At any rate, when I heard this employee lamenting a woman was penalized for abortion, I did a quick search to try to learn more about the situation because, truth matters. In fact, this Indiana woman was convicted of having a baby and dumping it in dumpster outside of a hospital before seeking care for herself.

I’ve frequently thought to myself since the day of our miscarriage, there is no person more pro-life than a woman who has just lost a baby.

No person knows the hope and potential of a new life than the woman carrying it. I think that’s also why women seem to feel the loss of the miscarriage more heavily than their husbands. We lost our baby only seven weeks into the baby’s short life, but I already had great plans for our little one.

I, in my limited capacity, had great plans for our little one. How much greater must God’s plans be for us? In talking to the Israelites, God says in Jeremiah 29, “ For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

While some Americans think the Trump/Pence team is too conservative, others think it’s too liberal. No matter what our thoughts, it’s important to remember that God remains sovereign, and that when we go to Him in prayer, He will listen to us, and when we seek Him with all of our hearts, we will find Him.

Truly, He is a good, good Father.

 

 

 

 

 

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Johnny

This week we celebrated World Down Syndrome Day, and all of the beautiful lives that day represents.

As March 21st came and went, I thought about my grandmother’s brother, Johnny. Johnny was a beautiful man who lived with Down Syndrome. I remember loving Johnny as a child. He was always so joyful and kind. He loved so well – he loved my grandmother and us grandkids, he loved pennies, he loved hamburgers so loaded with condiments he could hardly fit the burgers in his mouth, and he adored Elvis Presley. He could do a pretty good imitation of the King of Rock and Roll, too.

I remember cuddling into Johnny’s lap as a kid and feeling the warmth of his adoration for my cousins and me. He was an absolute pleasure to be around. I only remember Johnny being sad or difficult when he had to leave the presence of his loved ones. Johnny lived a long life and is in heaven now, and I know he is anxiously awaiting a reunion with his loved ones.

I enjoyed reflecting on Johnny and those who share his disability earlier this week, but it also made me sad.

Reminiscing about Johnny pushes me to confront the worst in myself, my pride, my sin. As I reflected, I remembered growing out of Johnny. He was fun to be around when I was young, but as I grew older, I also grew embarrassed in Johnny’s presence. Johnny had Down Syndrome – Johnny looked funny, Johnny walked funny, and Johnny talked funny, and being around Johnny in public was an assault on my pride.

I thought of the women who, flooded with embarrassment themselves, and perhaps a feeling that they could not provide for a child with Down Syndrome, have aborted their babies. I became frustrated with the weight of sin.

I was reminded, “there, but for the grace of God, go I.”

It is devastatingly sad for me to think about how much laughter and joy has been lost to the abortion of unborn babies with Down Syndrome, and that thought makes me miss Johnny more than I’ve missed anyone in a long time.

I wish he were here so I could take him in public and show the world unadulterated happiness and joy, the kind I’ve only seen in people like Johnny, beautiful people with Down Syndrome.

Thursday, March 24th, Indiana became only the second state in the nation to ban abortion because of Down Syndrome, joining only North Dakota. The worst kind of discrimination is the kind that ends in death, even death in the womb.

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Misinformation

There are few things that frustrate me more than being lied to, but one of those things is when my friends and family are lied to.

I can’t stand it. I’m sure it has something to do with my sense of justice, but I’m also sure it’s related to my thirst for knowledge and my feeling that knowledge empowers people to make better decisions that improve their lives and the lives of those around them.

I believe that the people of Arizona and Governor Jan Brewer were lied to. Actually, I know it for a fact. The legislature of Arizona passed a bill regarding religious liberty, and somehow, somewhere, someone began to call it an anti-gay law. It’s not. I read it.  In fact, SB1062 is here, you can read it too. It doesn’t mention gay, lesbian, bisexual, sexual orientation, homosexual, or anything similar. It simply does what the federal government has done for years through similar legislation.  I can’t think of a single reason that it shouldn’t have passed, and it did pass, it passed the State House and the State Senate. Then, it was sent to Governor Jan Brewer for her signature, and all hell broke loose.

Liberal media outlets began reporting it was an anti-gay bill and the NFL threatened to find another location for the Super Bowl if Governor Brewer signed the bill and even Former-Governor Mitt Romney and Senator John McCain came out against the bill, though it wasn’t evident that either of them read it. Even a group of lawyers from the University of Virginia, a group that included folks who support same-sex marriage, sent a letter to Governor Brewer supporting the bill and emphasizing that much of the hoopla surrounding the bill was misinformation.

I’m convinced that only the devil is more capable of misinformation campaigns than the radical homosexual activist movement (“rham”).

Rham isn’t the group of gays and lesbians that simply want to be left alone to live their lives without persecution because of their sexual orientation; rather, rham is the group, like the ACLU, that actively seeks out and proud homosexuals, and awards them with a trip to NYC, if they’ll let the ACLU use them as plaintiffs to pursue litigation to overturn marriage laws and amendments. Rham is the group that fights laws that protect religious liberties and wants to force Christians to photograph, bake for, cater, host, and dj same-sex weddings. Rham is the group that, though freely admitting that sexuality is fluid, pursues legislation that prevents parents and children from seeking therapy that would help a child to identify as heterosexual. Rham is ruining my beloved country, saying sexual freedoms trump religious liberties (which, by the way, are protected in the First Amendment).

The people were lied to and both the media and politicians were complicit in the lies. This, this is why we have such an abhorrent culture of distrust. This is why people must become committed to educating themselves rather than relying on others to educate them. This is why the Arizona bill should’ve been signed into law.

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