I'm not having a great weekend.
As I write, I am sitting in the coldest building on the planet, the Brownwood Coliseum. That's Brownwood, Texas, where ETBU plays basketball Monday. I am currently sitting and watching our women's team practice, and I'm running out of things to do to pass the time. Plus, my fingers are literally going to fall off from frostbite -- this is a dump of a building, affectionately known to the locals as the "Brownwood Mausoleum" -- and apparently doesn't have a working heating system.
I am also fighting a weak cold at the moment. Sinuses are a constant problem for me and when I get a cold you might as well have given me flu pills. I hate colds; just break my arm or leg and let me deal with that instead.
I also haven't seen my family in three days now, and I'm having withdrawals. Abby has gotten on the phone three times this weekend and said "hi dadda" and "i uv u" and all I can do is listen. I miss my wife and children terribly and won't see them again until Tuesday morning, maybe. Supposed to get back home early Tuesday morning, so I don't know when our paths will actually cross.
I'm hungry. I'm cold. I'm lonely, and I'm sick. And, on top of it all -- my Longhorns got royally dumped on today. There are billions of dollars spent every year on big-time college football and the best way anyone can come up with to crown a national champion is to go by what a few computers say.
Forget head-to-head matchups. 45-35 doesn't mean a hill of beans. So why make such a big deal of the Red River Shootout between Texas and OU anymore? Makes no sense in a million years.
I hope everyone in Sooner Nation goes around wearing ski masks now, because they are nothing but a bunch of thieves who just flat-out stole something from the 'Horns.
Oh well, enough of ranting. Practice is wrapping up and it's time for dinner -- at least I can fill my tummy and take care of that!!!!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Call of the Wild...Right
I've been attending a men's Bible study the last few weeks entitled "Spiritual Outdoor Adventures." I get up at the crack of dawn, literally, the last few Thursdays -- me and a handful of other guys who couldn't make the other two sessions offered at normal human hours.
The study focuses on Biblical principles from outdoor activities, namely hunting. We watch a 20-minute or so video and then spend the rest of the time discussing aspects presented in the video. So far there have been sessions involving deer hunting, caribou hunting and, this morning, duck hunting.
It's all great and I love the fellowship and discussion, but... the videos are like a whole new world to me. That's because I don't hunt. I don't own a gun, actually -- although I do believe it's my American right to own one if I want to for all you liberals out there!!!!
Whew. Glad to get that out of the way. Back to the story. There once was a time in my life where I actually wanted to hunt. I actually craved sitting out in the cold woods watching nature live its life around me and hoping that an unlucky stray buck might wander into my sight line.
That's the problem, though. The only deer I've ever seen up close are the ones who graze on the side of the highway on my way home. That's a huge problem for a deer hunter, by the way. The deer are supposed to be in the woods, not out by the road laughing at the trucks that go by on the way to a deer lease.
The last time I hunted was on Jan. 1, 1983. I'll never forget that day because I remember going home and watching the Cotton Bowl. A friend from church had offered to let me go hunting with him. My dad never had an interest in it at all, and as I grew up there was some kind of interest at some point but I never could understand Dad's total indifference towards hunting.
Now I know. I had sat in a handful of deer stands before and had never seen one single, cotton-picking deer. Nothing. Not one! On this New Year's Day in 1983, the friend took me to a deer stand on his lease and set me up all by my lonesome with a 30.06 (I believe that's what it was) and left me there to kill.
One big problem, however. Two actually. He left me there in a temperature of about 30 degrees or so, at least with the wind chill. And he left me there in a steady, pouring rain. Cold rain! Great deer hunting conditions, I was told.
I'd have had more luck on a snipe hunt. For those who might not know, snipe don't really exist. You take some loser on a snipe hunt, give him a trash bag or something and stick him in the middle of a field. Then you tell him you're going to go over in the woods and rustle up some imaginary ground bird called a "snipe," and said imaginary bird will magically fly toward the bag in the middle of this large, empty field. You then calmly walk into the woods and leave the poor sap in the darkness, waiting on a fowl that will never, ever appear. It's a great, great way to have a huge laugh at someone else's expense. Trust me, I've been on both ends of it.
Anyway, a snipe hunt is like every deer hunt I've ever been on. I don't think a deer exists, at least when I'm the one sitting in a stand in the middle of a freezing rain. I froze my tootsie off that day in '83, and at some point while the rain soaked my layers of clothing I made a somewhat audible prayer to God.
I promised that if God would allow me to get out of those woods alive and not suffer frostbite, I'd never, ever be foolish enough to sit out in the middle of the thicket and hunt deer. As always, He provided, and I have kept my end of the bargain. I've never been in the woods on a hunt since, and I don't plan on starting.
But I see these videos in Bible study of these guys having all this fun, and I wonder -- how long did it take to actually shoot the film, because every scene has something dying in it. It's like, did you ever wonder why you didn't catch the same amount of fish as someone on those fishing shows? It doesn't happen like that, folks. You don't catch a fish every time you throw the line into the water.
And for me, hunting is like that. There's too much other stuff I could be doing than sitting out there wondering if Bambi is going to grace me with his presence today. Or tomorrow. Or anytime.
All I ask is that he stay off the road when I drive by.
The study focuses on Biblical principles from outdoor activities, namely hunting. We watch a 20-minute or so video and then spend the rest of the time discussing aspects presented in the video. So far there have been sessions involving deer hunting, caribou hunting and, this morning, duck hunting.
It's all great and I love the fellowship and discussion, but... the videos are like a whole new world to me. That's because I don't hunt. I don't own a gun, actually -- although I do believe it's my American right to own one if I want to for all you liberals out there!!!!
Whew. Glad to get that out of the way. Back to the story. There once was a time in my life where I actually wanted to hunt. I actually craved sitting out in the cold woods watching nature live its life around me and hoping that an unlucky stray buck might wander into my sight line.
That's the problem, though. The only deer I've ever seen up close are the ones who graze on the side of the highway on my way home. That's a huge problem for a deer hunter, by the way. The deer are supposed to be in the woods, not out by the road laughing at the trucks that go by on the way to a deer lease.
The last time I hunted was on Jan. 1, 1983. I'll never forget that day because I remember going home and watching the Cotton Bowl. A friend from church had offered to let me go hunting with him. My dad never had an interest in it at all, and as I grew up there was some kind of interest at some point but I never could understand Dad's total indifference towards hunting.
Now I know. I had sat in a handful of deer stands before and had never seen one single, cotton-picking deer. Nothing. Not one! On this New Year's Day in 1983, the friend took me to a deer stand on his lease and set me up all by my lonesome with a 30.06 (I believe that's what it was) and left me there to kill.
One big problem, however. Two actually. He left me there in a temperature of about 30 degrees or so, at least with the wind chill. And he left me there in a steady, pouring rain. Cold rain! Great deer hunting conditions, I was told.
I'd have had more luck on a snipe hunt. For those who might not know, snipe don't really exist. You take some loser on a snipe hunt, give him a trash bag or something and stick him in the middle of a field. Then you tell him you're going to go over in the woods and rustle up some imaginary ground bird called a "snipe," and said imaginary bird will magically fly toward the bag in the middle of this large, empty field. You then calmly walk into the woods and leave the poor sap in the darkness, waiting on a fowl that will never, ever appear. It's a great, great way to have a huge laugh at someone else's expense. Trust me, I've been on both ends of it.
Anyway, a snipe hunt is like every deer hunt I've ever been on. I don't think a deer exists, at least when I'm the one sitting in a stand in the middle of a freezing rain. I froze my tootsie off that day in '83, and at some point while the rain soaked my layers of clothing I made a somewhat audible prayer to God.
I promised that if God would allow me to get out of those woods alive and not suffer frostbite, I'd never, ever be foolish enough to sit out in the middle of the thicket and hunt deer. As always, He provided, and I have kept my end of the bargain. I've never been in the woods on a hunt since, and I don't plan on starting.
But I see these videos in Bible study of these guys having all this fun, and I wonder -- how long did it take to actually shoot the film, because every scene has something dying in it. It's like, did you ever wonder why you didn't catch the same amount of fish as someone on those fishing shows? It doesn't happen like that, folks. You don't catch a fish every time you throw the line into the water.
And for me, hunting is like that. There's too much other stuff I could be doing than sitting out there wondering if Bambi is going to grace me with his presence today. Or tomorrow. Or anytime.
All I ask is that he stay off the road when I drive by.
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Silent "Minority"
I received an interesting email last week forwarded to me from a friend I trust, so I am fairly certain it wasn't one of those hoax things. Besides, it sounds just too real considering the state of our nation these days.
Here is the text of the email:
Jim Neugent is a coach in Childress , Texas
Jim writes: My name is Jim Neugent. I wrote to ABC (on-line) concerning a program called 'THE PRACTICE.' In last nights episode, one of the lawyer's mothers decided she is gay and wanted her son to go to court and help her get a marriage license so she could marry her 'partner.' I sent the following letter to ABC yesterday and really did not expect a reply, but I did get one. My original message was: ABC is obsessed with the subject of homosexuality. I will no longer watch any of your attempts to convince the world that homosexuality is OK . 'THE PRACTICE' can be a fairly good show, but last night's program was so typical of your agenda. You picked the 'dufus' of the office to be the one who was against the idea of his mother being gay, and made him look like a whiner because he had convictions. This type of mentality calls people like me a 'gay basher..' Read the first chapter of Romans (that's in the Bible) and see what the apostle Paul had to say about it..... He, God and Jesus were all 'gay bashers'. What if she'd fallen in love with her cocker spaniel? Is that an alternative life style? (By the way, the Bible speaks against that, too.) --Jim Neugent
Here is ABC's reply from the ABC on-line webmaster: How about getting your nose out of the Bible (which is ONLY a book of stories compiled by MANY different writers hundreds of years ago) and read the declaration of independence (what our nation on is built on), where it says 'All Men are Created equal,' and try treating them that way for a change! Or better yet, try thinking for yourself and stop using an archaic book of story's as your lame crutch for your existence.. You are in the minority in this country, and your boycott will not affect us at ABC or our freedom of statement. Jim Neugent's second response to ABC: Thanks for your reply. From your harsh reply, evidently I hit a nerve. I will share it with all whom I come in contact. Hopefully, the Arkansas Democrat Newspaper will include it in one of their columns and I will be praying for you.
The same day I received the email, I was watching a TV show with my wife when a commerical for a daytime soap opera on ABC -- All My Children, to be exact -- promoted a storyline in which a scene of two young women locked in a passionate kiss showed up on the preview. It sickened me to no end. These were two beautiful young women, not the women-dressed-up-as-men types you associate with this kind of stuff.
The ABC reply says people like Jim Neugent -- aka Christian people -- are in a minority in the United States. I want to believe this unnamed person is terribly wrong on this point. However, I will agree that in a lot of instances we are in the "silent" minority, because we keep our mouths shut like good little church people and only speak out against such things within the privacy of our own homes or church buildings, maybe.
Or maybe we don't even do that. The most recent election is an indication of this. There are millions and millions of people who profess to follow Christ in this nation yet millions of them voted for the homosexual/abortion/atheist agenda earlier this month. How do I know that? Because I look at election returns. This election could not have played out in the fashion that it did without some believers voting for that agenda, in all areas of the country.
But I digress. The purpose of this blog entry is to serve notice that I, for one, will remain "silent" no longer. I detest homosexuality because God, in his archaic book of stories, calls it sin. Period. You can profess love and tolerance all you want, believer or not, and it's still called an abomination in the Bible.
The gay agenda is being pushed more radically and loudly now more than ever before in the history of our nation, and that's because they are emboldened by the results of the recent election. Results that say a lot of Christians voted for such an agenda! How sad and terrifying that is.
I am most terrified for my children. Jeannie and I have tried as hard as we possibly could over the years to insulate our children from this kind of thing, which I believe falls right into the enemy's hands. They will find out one way or the other, whether its from the world or from us as parents. I trust my ability to explain the sin versus the sinner part much more effectively, rather than the jaded opinion the current movement can give.
And I am incensed with the fact that network television feels the need and the purpose to blatantly promote such an agenda. I don't watch ABC much anyway, but I have watched my last minute of television on this network. I would urge anyone who might possibly read this to join me in this. We might be a "minority," but there are still a lot of us who can put pressure on this out-of-touch entity within our society.
It's a small shot, but one I'll fire anyway. And I'll continue to pray for our nation -- prayer is our biggest weapon anyway -- and that God won't totally turn His back on us because of the sin in our land running rampant because His followers, including myself, have had their heads buried in the sand.
Here is the text of the email:
Jim Neugent is a coach in Childress , Texas
Jim writes: My name is Jim Neugent. I wrote to ABC (on-line) concerning a program called 'THE PRACTICE.' In last nights episode, one of the lawyer's mothers decided she is gay and wanted her son to go to court and help her get a marriage license so she could marry her 'partner.' I sent the following letter to ABC yesterday and really did not expect a reply, but I did get one. My original message was: ABC is obsessed with the subject of homosexuality. I will no longer watch any of your attempts to convince the world that homosexuality is OK . 'THE PRACTICE' can be a fairly good show, but last night's program was so typical of your agenda. You picked the 'dufus' of the office to be the one who was against the idea of his mother being gay, and made him look like a whiner because he had convictions. This type of mentality calls people like me a 'gay basher..' Read the first chapter of Romans (that's in the Bible) and see what the apostle Paul had to say about it..... He, God and Jesus were all 'gay bashers'. What if she'd fallen in love with her cocker spaniel? Is that an alternative life style? (By the way, the Bible speaks against that, too.) --Jim Neugent
Here is ABC's reply from the ABC on-line webmaster: How about getting your nose out of the Bible (which is ONLY a book of stories compiled by MANY different writers hundreds of years ago) and read the declaration of independence (what our nation on is built on), where it says 'All Men are Created equal,' and try treating them that way for a change! Or better yet, try thinking for yourself and stop using an archaic book of story's as your lame crutch for your existence.. You are in the minority in this country, and your boycott will not affect us at ABC or our freedom of statement. Jim Neugent's second response to ABC: Thanks for your reply. From your harsh reply, evidently I hit a nerve. I will share it with all whom I come in contact. Hopefully, the Arkansas Democrat Newspaper will include it in one of their columns and I will be praying for you.
The same day I received the email, I was watching a TV show with my wife when a commerical for a daytime soap opera on ABC -- All My Children, to be exact -- promoted a storyline in which a scene of two young women locked in a passionate kiss showed up on the preview. It sickened me to no end. These were two beautiful young women, not the women-dressed-up-as-men types you associate with this kind of stuff.
The ABC reply says people like Jim Neugent -- aka Christian people -- are in a minority in the United States. I want to believe this unnamed person is terribly wrong on this point. However, I will agree that in a lot of instances we are in the "silent" minority, because we keep our mouths shut like good little church people and only speak out against such things within the privacy of our own homes or church buildings, maybe.
Or maybe we don't even do that. The most recent election is an indication of this. There are millions and millions of people who profess to follow Christ in this nation yet millions of them voted for the homosexual/abortion/atheist agenda earlier this month. How do I know that? Because I look at election returns. This election could not have played out in the fashion that it did without some believers voting for that agenda, in all areas of the country.
But I digress. The purpose of this blog entry is to serve notice that I, for one, will remain "silent" no longer. I detest homosexuality because God, in his archaic book of stories, calls it sin. Period. You can profess love and tolerance all you want, believer or not, and it's still called an abomination in the Bible.
The gay agenda is being pushed more radically and loudly now more than ever before in the history of our nation, and that's because they are emboldened by the results of the recent election. Results that say a lot of Christians voted for such an agenda! How sad and terrifying that is.
I am most terrified for my children. Jeannie and I have tried as hard as we possibly could over the years to insulate our children from this kind of thing, which I believe falls right into the enemy's hands. They will find out one way or the other, whether its from the world or from us as parents. I trust my ability to explain the sin versus the sinner part much more effectively, rather than the jaded opinion the current movement can give.
And I am incensed with the fact that network television feels the need and the purpose to blatantly promote such an agenda. I don't watch ABC much anyway, but I have watched my last minute of television on this network. I would urge anyone who might possibly read this to join me in this. We might be a "minority," but there are still a lot of us who can put pressure on this out-of-touch entity within our society.
It's a small shot, but one I'll fire anyway. And I'll continue to pray for our nation -- prayer is our biggest weapon anyway -- and that God won't totally turn His back on us because of the sin in our land running rampant because His followers, including myself, have had their heads buried in the sand.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Missing The Missus
My lovely wife has left me.
No, nothing like that. It's just for the weekend. Jeannie and my sister, Nona, have taken a Thelma and Louise trip to San Antonio so Nona can have the pleasure of running in a half-marathon Sunday. Jeannie isn't running, just going as moral support.
That leaves me in charge of running the house, and as much as we might blow and bluster as men, we are usually grossly unequipped to handle such responsibility.
Even as I write this, I've retreated the comfort and warmth of my mom and dad's house. Coby is with Uncle Monty, playing baseball somewhere of course. I would be there too except for the fact it's ETBU's home basketball opener tonight and I have to work. So it's me and my girls -- plus cousin Kaylee -- spending the afternoon at my mother's.
Thankfully, "Nanny" enjoys shopping on Saturday with her granddaughters. So Melody and Kaylee are enjoying that particular benefit, while I sit here watching the 'Horns whip up on Kansas while waiting for time to go to the gym.
Abby you ask? She's taken care of, thank you. Fast asleep on Papaw's bed, after much protest about said nap. She didn't fight long, though. A couple of cruises around the house on Papaw's lap in his trusty scooter, and she was out like a light.
So everything to this point is pretty well taken care of, except...I miss Jeannie. I say that to her face and normally get the eye-roll, as though I'm setting her up for something. But it's true, I miss her.
I've tried to explain it to her in terms I could understand. Women will never understand how important it is for us men to feel the comfort of knowing the wife and mom is home, taking care of things. I'm all for Jeannie enjoying this time away and getting some down time for herself, because mommies and wives need it too. But my best days are knowing that I have Jeannie around and knowing that she's there when and if I need her.
And no, it's not because I don't enjoy the times when it's just me and my children. There's a certain moment in a kid's life when, yes, they need their daddy around and just daddy. They need to know that daddy cares and daddy enjoys spending time with them.
But there's nothing like mom. And there's nothing like my wife. Over the years she's become my best friend on the planet. We can enjoy intimate thoughts, share things that we would share with no one else, and kid each other most any time. When she's not around I miss the comraderie.
But she's also beginning to understand my needs, even when she's out enjoying her time. She wouldn't leave until she had made sure all the kids had clothes washed and put out for today and for church tomorrow. Could I have done it? Sure. You bet. It would have been extremely stressful, but I could have got 'er done.
But mommy took care of it, and now all I have to worry about is making sure they are fed and at church on time. Much, much less stress for dad.
And much less stress for dad's kids.
No, nothing like that. It's just for the weekend. Jeannie and my sister, Nona, have taken a Thelma and Louise trip to San Antonio so Nona can have the pleasure of running in a half-marathon Sunday. Jeannie isn't running, just going as moral support.
That leaves me in charge of running the house, and as much as we might blow and bluster as men, we are usually grossly unequipped to handle such responsibility.
Even as I write this, I've retreated the comfort and warmth of my mom and dad's house. Coby is with Uncle Monty, playing baseball somewhere of course. I would be there too except for the fact it's ETBU's home basketball opener tonight and I have to work. So it's me and my girls -- plus cousin Kaylee -- spending the afternoon at my mother's.
Thankfully, "Nanny" enjoys shopping on Saturday with her granddaughters. So Melody and Kaylee are enjoying that particular benefit, while I sit here watching the 'Horns whip up on Kansas while waiting for time to go to the gym.
Abby you ask? She's taken care of, thank you. Fast asleep on Papaw's bed, after much protest about said nap. She didn't fight long, though. A couple of cruises around the house on Papaw's lap in his trusty scooter, and she was out like a light.
So everything to this point is pretty well taken care of, except...I miss Jeannie. I say that to her face and normally get the eye-roll, as though I'm setting her up for something. But it's true, I miss her.
I've tried to explain it to her in terms I could understand. Women will never understand how important it is for us men to feel the comfort of knowing the wife and mom is home, taking care of things. I'm all for Jeannie enjoying this time away and getting some down time for herself, because mommies and wives need it too. But my best days are knowing that I have Jeannie around and knowing that she's there when and if I need her.
And no, it's not because I don't enjoy the times when it's just me and my children. There's a certain moment in a kid's life when, yes, they need their daddy around and just daddy. They need to know that daddy cares and daddy enjoys spending time with them.
But there's nothing like mom. And there's nothing like my wife. Over the years she's become my best friend on the planet. We can enjoy intimate thoughts, share things that we would share with no one else, and kid each other most any time. When she's not around I miss the comraderie.
But she's also beginning to understand my needs, even when she's out enjoying her time. She wouldn't leave until she had made sure all the kids had clothes washed and put out for today and for church tomorrow. Could I have done it? Sure. You bet. It would have been extremely stressful, but I could have got 'er done.
But mommy took care of it, and now all I have to worry about is making sure they are fed and at church on time. Much, much less stress for dad.
And much less stress for dad's kids.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
On History And Miracles
Long time no blog, but I figure what a better time to get back into the swing of things than following such an "historic" event as yesterday.
I will admit that I had been praying for months for an Election Night miracle. Not the miracle that everyone in Chicago was praying for last night -- geez, was that Obama or Elvis? -- but a miracle of an upset.
For the last week, I prayed hard. I just knew God was going to answer the prayer and part the Red Sea -- or the blue sea, as it turned out. But I was wrong of course. There was no miracle. There was only disappointment in watching the most liberal senator in the land give what amounted to a victory lap in front of the adoring masses.
I listened to the blah blah blah for as long as I could stomach it before going to bed. God had chosen not to answer my prayer for a non-Obama administration. I would find a way to adjust and live with it.
But sitting here today and reading the news, I've once again been reminded that God doesn't work on my timetable or on my whim. I'd prayed for a miracle specifically for my side to pull out an election that, quite frankly, we didn't deserve to win. See, Christians don't do anything anymore. When it comes time to elect someone president, for a couple of months or so we'll talk loud and pray hard and hope that God will make it work. Or, as many did this time around, we'll simply not follow Christ's teachings or the teachings of the Bible and vote with our pocketbook or our emotions.
No, the election was lost long before Tuesday night and long before Barack Obama ever thought about running for president. We can't expect things to go our way when we don't do the things God calls us to do except during an election cycle. We certainly can't expect them to go our way when the only time we want to fight for our beliefs and the things we hold dear is when we're watching the election returns.
But God nonetheless gave us a miracle. You see, I was praying specifically for a miracle and that His will would be done. My will was not having Obama and all he stands for as president. But the news that California -- yes, California! -- voted down gay marriage is a miracle! Lost in all the election night hoopla and fanfest going on was the fact that God shot down the ultimate threat to our families in its most hearty of strongholds.
Who on earth would have believed that gay marriage wouldn't pass in California? A state that's never in contention for any conservative? A state so full of liberals and wackos, and homesexual rights activists on every corner -- and yet its citizens, the same ones who voted yes for Obama who is openly in support of the gay agenda and who even mentioned them in the same breath as whites and blacks in his speech Tuesday night -- voted No to gay marriage.
Call me reaching if you want, but that's a miracle. And it's a start. I mentioned several months ago in this blog that I would give my vote to candidates who supported traditional family values. I will continue to do so. Seeing it struck down by the citizens of the most homosexual of states in the country on Tuesday gives me hope. And it lets me know that God still is in the miracle business and he's still in the business of answering prayer.
I will admit that I had been praying for months for an Election Night miracle. Not the miracle that everyone in Chicago was praying for last night -- geez, was that Obama or Elvis? -- but a miracle of an upset.
For the last week, I prayed hard. I just knew God was going to answer the prayer and part the Red Sea -- or the blue sea, as it turned out. But I was wrong of course. There was no miracle. There was only disappointment in watching the most liberal senator in the land give what amounted to a victory lap in front of the adoring masses.
I listened to the blah blah blah for as long as I could stomach it before going to bed. God had chosen not to answer my prayer for a non-Obama administration. I would find a way to adjust and live with it.
But sitting here today and reading the news, I've once again been reminded that God doesn't work on my timetable or on my whim. I'd prayed for a miracle specifically for my side to pull out an election that, quite frankly, we didn't deserve to win. See, Christians don't do anything anymore. When it comes time to elect someone president, for a couple of months or so we'll talk loud and pray hard and hope that God will make it work. Or, as many did this time around, we'll simply not follow Christ's teachings or the teachings of the Bible and vote with our pocketbook or our emotions.
No, the election was lost long before Tuesday night and long before Barack Obama ever thought about running for president. We can't expect things to go our way when we don't do the things God calls us to do except during an election cycle. We certainly can't expect them to go our way when the only time we want to fight for our beliefs and the things we hold dear is when we're watching the election returns.
But God nonetheless gave us a miracle. You see, I was praying specifically for a miracle and that His will would be done. My will was not having Obama and all he stands for as president. But the news that California -- yes, California! -- voted down gay marriage is a miracle! Lost in all the election night hoopla and fanfest going on was the fact that God shot down the ultimate threat to our families in its most hearty of strongholds.
Who on earth would have believed that gay marriage wouldn't pass in California? A state that's never in contention for any conservative? A state so full of liberals and wackos, and homesexual rights activists on every corner -- and yet its citizens, the same ones who voted yes for Obama who is openly in support of the gay agenda and who even mentioned them in the same breath as whites and blacks in his speech Tuesday night -- voted No to gay marriage.
Call me reaching if you want, but that's a miracle. And it's a start. I mentioned several months ago in this blog that I would give my vote to candidates who supported traditional family values. I will continue to do so. Seeing it struck down by the citizens of the most homosexual of states in the country on Tuesday gives me hope. And it lets me know that God still is in the miracle business and he's still in the business of answering prayer.
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