Timeless truth in a changing world



Why America Lost

The election results are in, yet the fight rages on over the White House. As the drama continues, one thing is abundantly clear:

America lost.

This shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. We’ve already been losing for quite a while.

We’ve lost respect for law and order. The police are now the enemy, cities experiment with establishing “police free” zones, and there are cries to defund the police.

We’ve lost fair and unbiased news coverage. No matter how you voted in this election, you have to admit the media did remarkably little in the way of questioning Biden’s capability to perform presidential duties while at the same time downplaying Trump’s accomplishments and highlighting his character flaws. “Anonymous sources” were legitimate in reporting alleged remarks by Trump, while the media largely gave Biden a pass, even when he made major gaffes. He did incredibly few interviews and press conferences, and when he did, he was given questions that centered more upon his reaction to Trump’s presidency and what that tells him about the state of Trump’s soul. Never was he asked the kind of tough questions given to Trump. How can we trust media outlets that are so obviously biased?

We’ve lost freedom of speech as social media ceases to exist as neutral platforms and instead make themselves information police, deleting and blocking posts that don’t agree with their agenda. It happened with COVID and now it’s happening with the election. And please don’t tell me that “they’re private companies and thus have a right to delete things as they see fit.” When the blocked posts are consistantly against one opinion, it’s suspicious at the very least. And social media platforms that are global owe it to their users to allow free speech and an exchange of opinions. As a blogger, it’s well within my right to delete any comment that disagreed with my view on my blog. But people would justly call foul and I would lose credibility pretty quickly. Why are we not demanding the same integrity of social media giants?

We’ve lost our faith in the voting process as we’ve seen voting fraud in numerous cases. The video footage taken by Kellye Sorelle of suitcases rolling into a Detroit voting center at four o’clock in the morning and miraculous overnight vote dumps in certain states should raise major red flags. There is mathematical evidence of statistical improbabilities in Wisconsin and Michigan. A known defective computer system called “Dominion” was used in 30 states to count votes. (Unsurprisingly, mainstream media outlets are posting articles to the contrary, claiming these are “baseless” and “fabricated.” To that, I refer you to the above paragraph about news coverage.)

We’ve lost our civility. People seem unable to communicate politely with others who disagree with their stance. This has been made worse by the lockdown, where we’ve all been isolated. It’s made us edgy, scared, mad, and frankly, mean. Spend two minutes on social media and you’ll know exactly what I mean.

We’ve seen our nation boarding up businesses and government buildings in anticipation of riots after election results. This is what third-world countries have to do when there is a transfer of power. Yet here we are, America.

We have lost what it means to be a democratic republic.

But it goes back even further than this election. We’ve been doing this to ourselves for years.

We have lost respect for life. We have killed around 60 million of our own citizens through abortion since Roe v Wade. If counted, abortion would be the number one cause of death in this country, surpassing heart disease by over 200,000 deaths per year. This is genocide. We rightly condemn the Nazi regime for this behavior against the Jews and other people groups they disliked, yet we target the youngest and most vulnerable in our society, in the name of “women’s rights.”

We have lost respect for traditional gender roles. Radical feminism and the aggressive LGBTQIA agenda have turned our Judeo-Christian understanding of marriage and gender upside down. Now boys can choose to be girls and girls can choose to be boys. Same-sex marriages are legal. Men are shamed for their “toxic masculinity.” As a mother of both sons and daughters, this all frightens me. How can I raise my boys to be men in a society that shames them for being men? How can I teach my girls what it means to be godly women when feminism teaches not just that women are equal to men, but that they’re actually superior?

We have lost freedom of religion. Christian bakers and florists who refuse to provide service for same-sex weddings are publicly defamed and sued. How long before Christian pastors are forced to perform gay weddings that go against their consciences and beliefs? Christianity has become “intolerant” because its adherents take their beliefs from the Bible rather than going along with cultural opinions and trends.

History shows us again and again that when a society abandons family values, they fall. The Greek and Roman civilizations, for example, were once great on the earth but fell into decline. Dr. Carle Zimmerman (American sociologist, 1897-1983) identified eleven “symptoms of final decay” (18th slide) observed from both the Greek and Roman civilization, and every one of them describes modern-day America. Why should we be so presumptuous as to believe our country will last when others as great or greater have fallen? Historian Arnold Tonybee said, “Out of twenty-one notable civilizations, nineteen perished not by conquest from without but by moral decay from within.” Take note, America. This is where we are.

Make no mistake, we are in a dangerous place right now. There is talk of states seceding, of our nation breaking up. Perhaps that’s our future. Perhaps it’s inevitable. Perhaps it’s even for the best.

Yet there is hope. I’ve seen more Bible verses and prayers posted in the last week than ever before on social media. People are being shaken from complacency and realizing they can and should take a stand for what they believe in.

So let me tell you what I believe in.

I believe in democracy, when properly executed. I believe in the freedom of speech, freedom of religion, the right to life at any age, traditional family values, and marriage between one man and one woman. Some will label me as intolerant. Hateful. Ignorant. I can live with that. Because as great as democracy and freedom is, I believe in something far greater.

I believe in God, the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth.

I believe in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell. The third day He rose again from the dead. He ascended into heaven and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty. From thence He will come to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Christian Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting. Amen.

You see, there is such a thing as absolute truth; it’s not relative. We don’t get to choose our own versions of truth. As Booker T. Washington once said, “A lie doesn’t become truth, wrong doesn’t become right, and evil doesn’t become good just because it’s accepted by a majority.” I’m not here to spout my own opinions, because my opinions are flawed. Rather, I base my beliefs upon God’s Word, which is the only source of truth. God is the One who begins life in the womb at the moment of conception. He’s the One who instituted marriage between one man and one woman. He’s the One who commands us to love our neighbors as ourselves. He died for all people, rich or poor, young or old, of every nation and tribe and people and language (Revelation 7:9). And one day every knee will bow to Him and every tongue confess Him as Lord (Philippians 2:11).

I won’t lie, America. We’re in a tough place right now. We’re divided and upset and have lost a great deal over the past number of years. Can we gain back what we’ve lost? That remains to be seen. I pray for repentance. I pray that God turns the hearts of those who don’t believe in Him. I pray that we, as a nation, will work to overcome our failings. I pray that we learn to value life at all ages. I pray that we learn to respect one another and discuss our differences rather than fight about them. I pray that we can truly say again that we are “one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”

It’s a tall order, to be sure. But any nation that can do that is a nation who wins.

Meeting Together Apart


I sat in my car with my five children, rain steadily pelting the roof, the windows slowly fogging up with our warm air inside. We had only a limited view of the other cars around us in similar situations. My husband was leading a drive-in church service and had partially retreated to the open door of the church to avoid the rain. We could see neither him nor our fellow worshipers on Sunday morning, but we could hear him over a local radio frequency that had a limited range barely reaching the edge of the parking lot. This has become the new normal. Drive-in church. And I admit, it’s a bit of a letdown. My five-year-old, who was never terribly well behaved in church anyhow, no longer has to sit on my lap during the service, so he slides on and off his seat in the car. My other kids, who are generally quite well behaved in church, now have the freedom to whisper little side comments throughout the service or slouch back in their seats or take off their shoes. Sitting in our car doesn’t have the same effect as sitting in a physical church building with other congregants around us and the organ accompanying us for hymns. Listening over a radio frequency just isn’t the same.

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Normal is Overrated


Believe it or not, I’m enjoying this quarantine. I know, crazy, right? I myself am surprised at this realization, and I’ve come a long way since last week’s post about Grudgingly Serving my Neighbor. Having five kids home all the time, doing school work from home, effectively making me into a homeschool parent, doesn’t sound like my idea of fun. And granted, there are moments every day where I’m sure I’m about to lose my sanity, but that’s nothing new. Such is the nature of living in close quarters with different personalities and temperaments. But something is different with all of us home this time around. This isn’t summer vacation or Christmas break. The kids are still in school, but they’re *only* in school—no extracurriculars. There is no driving time, no before or after school practices, no track meets, no UIL competitions. In short, it comes down to this: our lives have been simplified.

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Grudgingly Serving My Neighbor


If you’re anything like me, you’re getting sick (no pun intended) of hearing about the coronavirus. Everywhere I turn, there’s a new update or restriction or cancellation. March and April, which for us was supposed to be chock full of track practices and meets, archery practice for the State tournament, field trips, music competitions, and Confirmation activities, has suddenly cleared for an unspecified amount of time, leaving a conspicuous absence of activity. That unnerves and irritates me. My kids just finished a week of spring break, and now they have more time at home, which throws off my own schedule. And from what I can gather, this isn’t going to be a quick fix. Many states have already called off school (or imposed “distance learning”) for up to three weeks. This is going to drag out for a while. I fear we’ve only just begun.

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When Money Gets in the Way


There were a dozen reasons to say no. The family asking for help with their bill was well-known around town. They didn’t make wise use of money, often asked for handouts, and were generally looked upon with suspicion. People didn’t trust them, and for good reason. Besides, it’s not good to enable people, right? Let them learn from the consequences of their actions. You don’t want to risk them coming back to you again and again. It’s best not to get involved at all.

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A Minecraft Fable


I could hear the yelling from my room. My oldest two children were playing Minecraft in the living room, and I had no doubt the yelling was related to the game. Sighing deeply and thinking to myself (not for the first time) that video games are more trouble than they’re worth, I went out to play referee. Turns out one of my boys had blown up his brother’s house and his stash of diamonds. Having never played the game myself, I didn’t know what the big deal was, but my son insisted he’d worked really hard to build his house and accumulate the diamonds. Then, just like that, it was gone, and he couldn’t get it back. One thoughtless (malicious, perhaps?) action had undone everything he’d worked so hard to build.

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What Pro-Lifers can Learn from the Other Side

human fetus

Last weekend I saw Unplanned. This past weekend I was privileged to hear Abby Johnson speak at a pro-life fundraiser. Both events were thought-provoking and eye-opening, and a few of the insights I’ve gained have little to do with the actual topic of abortion. One of the main concepts that struck me is the mentality of those on both sides of the issue. Those who fight for womens’ “reproductive rights” are clearly “all in.” They display a commitment that puts most pro-lifers to shame. And although my stance on abortion is quite different from theirs, I appreciate and admire their tenacity and the passion with which they defend their cause.

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Santa Sightings


I saw Santa Claus in the post office the other day. He ended up in line behind me as we waited for the postal clerk. Now, my kids don’t believe in Santa, but my three-year-old was gawking at him, so I decided to have some fun. “Is that Santa I see here?” I asked my son. “What’s he doing here? I didn’t think Santa mailed stuff from this post office! Isn’t he supposed to be in the North Pole?” The pretend Santa smiled,  but otherwise remained silent. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed. I’d hoped for an obligatory, “Ho, Ho, Ho!” After all, he was wearing the costume. The least he could do was play the part.

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A Modern-Day Good Samaritan Story


I groaned as I saw the flashing construction vehicles and the line of red brake lights ahead of me. I was taking my son to school, and we hadn’t left early enough to allow for delays like this. Some cars were already doing U-turns, presumably to go another route. But our detour option was a much longer way, so I decided to wait a few minutes before making a knee-jerk reaction. Sure enough, a minute later the cars ahead of me slowly started inching forward. Whew. But as I approached the cause of the backup, I could see this wasn’t just construction. There was a car with a smashed front end sitting in the middle of the four-lane road, and there was a man lying on the ground next to the driver’s side, two construction workers kneeling beside him. Clearly, the accident had happened very recently, since the emergency workers hadn’t yet shown up. It was a horrifying feeling to pass right by the man on the ground, not knowing his condition or even if he was alive. My son and I prayed for him and for the others involved in the accident, and we were fairly silent the rest of the drive, until my son said, “You know, Mr. Smith would have stopped to see if he could help.” It was an innocent observation; he didn’t mean it as a guilt trip, but I was convicted nonetheless. I should have stopped, but I didn’t. It was a modern-day parable of the Good Samaritan, and I was the priest passing by on the other side.

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