Public School Paints Over Student Mural of 'Offensive' Traditional Family - YouTube
Posted on 04/07/2012 8:15:29 AM PDT by Maelstorm
I hope she “rebels” against “authority” and does the right thing - paint it as she originally conceived. Man + Woman + God’s Blessing = Marriage.
What Westbrook said.
Goodbye, America.
It’s been fun.
I know I’ve said thousands of times, but what the heck ?
We are on the edge of total disaster, economically, politically, and socially.
Reminds me of the old Soviet Union. And even they had to reverse course when it became clear how detrimental the weakening of the traditional family proved for Russia.
I think it just has to get a bit worse before it gets better. I do have a strong conviction that it will get better. Like a sick patient, sometimes they have a ‘healing crisis’ and symptoms exacerbate and finally they improve.... Like sometimes a person has to vomit out the poison, then they get better.
I hope you’re right and I’m wrong. I really do.
And blessings to you and all those in Old Blighty. We worked with many Brits in East Africa and have been blessed with a few short visits to England.
Some day we hope to rent a narrowboat for the Llangollen Canal & Pontcysyllte Aqueduct loop.
As to trials, the very best things ever to happen to me, after (1)being saved and (2)marrying my wife, were USMC Boot Camp at Parris Island and my time in Vietnam. People often think me crazy when I tell them this, but God used both to greatly bless me.
He is in charge.
He knows what He is doing.
He loves you & me more than we can ever comprehend.
I read the back of the Book, and we win!
Things are getting to the point where Christians are finally going to understand what it means when The Bible tells us that our battle isn't with flesh and blood. It really is time, as it still isn't yet too late, for all those of us who call ourselves Christians to become the Christian soldiers that The LORD has called us to be.
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Ephesians 6:10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
Eph 6:11 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
Eph 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high [places].
Eph 6:13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
Eph 6:14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
Eph 6:15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
Eph 6:16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
Eph 6:17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
Eph 6:18 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;
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2Chonicles 20:15 And he said, Hearken ye, all Judah, and ye inhabitants of Jerusalem, and thou king Jehoshaphat, Thus saith the LORD unto you, Be not afraid nor dismayed by reason of this great multitude; for the battle [is] not yours, but God's.
“We just think we know and panic.”
Is that pretty common?
Seems to be, at least for the people I know well, though panic may not be the right word. It feels that way to me though. One of the joys of a full and active life is getting uncomfortably aware of your breaking point.
Personally, I get to the stage where I can’t go on any longer and I just know I’ll crack any second. I feel I just can’t take any more and I freeze. Others I know try to hide, or to run from whatever the trial is.
That is when, EVERY time, a small voice in my mind speaks up and says, come on, you can do this. Get up and keep going.
Even during the worst trial of my life so far, when I had turned from God and cursed him with every fibre of my being, that voice was still there. I had turned from Him, yet He stayed with me.
Blessings to you on this most holy of days!
It is a lovely canal system and well worth the time! A much under-rated one is the Leeds - Liverpool Canal. Some parts are very industrial of course, but it goes through some astoundingly pretty countryside too.
I did a fair bit of time in East Africa too - mainly Ethiopia and the Sudan. Charity works and a bit of teaching, got into it through, oddly enough, a friend from Texas who I served with.
Where in Sudan & Ethiopia?
Did you ever meet an American missionary working in the Sudd named Wilson - Methodist IIRC?
He had written a great booklet on how to tell time by the stars. I met him in the Sudd in 1980. He had a few drums of Jet A-1 fuel stored for Chevron (doing oil exploration) and I needed to refuel my Jet Ranger, so I stopped by.
He had driven a VW Kombi up from Durban! Now THAT would make a good movie!
We used to live in Uganda, just south of the Sudan border, on the Escarpment overlooking the Rift in Kenya. Boonies!
Aid stations all over both countries.
At the time we lived in Kenya then in Botswana, and the various charities would come in needing experienced drivers - and folk who knew one end of a gun from another. They’d reach out to the ex-pat community.
Only Wilson I met was in, I think, 87 - the guy was amazing, and may well be the same guy. Don’t recall his denomination, but remember his determination to make things better for his people.
He talked me into working on a water pump, the damn thing took me 19 hours to fix with chewing gum and duct tape (actually parts from a dead Volkswagon, but close).
Then he fed me probably the most massive meal of my life. I couldn’t even move for two days!
Wilson lived in a mud hut with the big thatched roof typical of the Sudd, that went down to a few feet off the ground. He had a fancy wing-backed sofa in his home...made of dried mud, with a reed mat and a cloth to sit on. It was quite comfortable!
He could tell time by the stars, within 4 minutes, sometimes better accuracy.
Where did you live in Kenya? We were first in NaiRobbery, then moved up to Kitale. Worked in Pokot & Karamoja.
We lived in Kisumu for about 4 1/2 years. Well, about 24 miles out, and we had a ton of friends stopping to visit on their usual travels, since we had a deep and reliable well, and you know well the rules about water!
Then we had a year outside Kitale before moving to Botswana for two years.
I am pretty sure it is the same Wilson we both know - Always, always put the kettle on for tea when he had a visitor?
when were you outside kitale?
Where?
You know the main road from Kitale to Mt Eigon National Park? The Kitale/Endebees Road? OK, calling it a road is charity, but you know what I mean.
We had a place along there (rented from a retired farmer who lived in town - his kids had gone to Nairobi to find work and he could no longer run the place. He still dropped by a couple of times a week and joined us for supper.), roughly about half way between Kitale and Endebees - probably closer to Kitale, but not by much. Couple hundred acres, with the house itself set well back from the road.
Must have been about 1988 or 1989 - I’d have to dig the photo albums out of the attic to be sure of the dates. Not many pictures left, sadly, but some of the ones we still have are dated on their backs.
Pretty sure my son had his 10th birthday there though, so we’d have definitely been there in ‘89.
Actually, it must have been ‘88 and ‘89, since we went to Botswana in January 1990. That was one heck of a drive.
Precisely. We defeated them, only to become them.
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