Sunday, June 26, 2022

Thoughts on a Saturday Night.

Some people might think this belongs on my other blog.  You know, the one where I opine about political issues.  I'm not sure which blog it belongs on, but because I plan to do a series of longer posts on the Dobbs decision I put this "overall" post here.  

I woke up Friday morning, and I was grumpy.  I love my job, but work hasn't been the most fun the last month or so.  We have tons of patients with bronchitis, COVID, and even the flu.  Who gets the flu in June?  Tons of patients means tons of prescriptions, which we are attempting to fill with reduced hours, because this is supposed to be our slow time of the year.  So yeah, not a barrel of fun.  Luckily I have a great pharmily. (No, that is not a typo.)  Wait, where was I?  Oh yeah, I woke up grumpy.  This coming week I work five straight days, which means my almost completed schooling is going to be set back by almost a week.  Most of my family will be out of town, and I was really looking forward to a couple of days to clean, study in silence, and even work on painting my front porch.  I usually don't stay grumpy, because I have made it a habit to study my Bible before anything else.  If you haven't tried it, it works.  While I'm waking up, I usually check my email (should tell you how important I think that is), see if anyone on my several Pharmacy pages has posted anything funny, and then scan the news headlines.  I hadn't even opened my Bible and grumpy was cured.  The US Supreme Court overturned Roe V Wade and Planned Parenthood V Casey.  I've only waited some 30 years for that to happen, and people like my mom have been waiting since 1973.  

As I do plan to write more detailed posts on the opinion itself, I'm not going to delve into too much detail, but as a person who loves history, politics, and constitutional law, I have always believe that Roe was one of the worst decisions that the Supreme Court has ever made.  If you read that decision, they literally couldn't come up with where exactly the right to an abortion existed.  How do you rule something a constitutional right, when you can't even point to the part of said document that confers that right?  The result of the decision is the death of more than 63 million unborn children since 1973, bitter divisiveness in our country, and an inability for one side to have any say in the decision.  And all of that came about, as I said before, over a right that even it's grantors couldn't tell us where they found it.

Abortion is not a guaranteed right in the constitution.  Access to abortion doesn't violate the right to privacy (a right that also doesn't explicity exist in the constitution), it doesn't violate equal protection, and no, it also doesn't violate due process. It is also the only "right" over the last 49 years, that guaranteed someone had to die in order for that right to be exercised.  Maybe I have a whacked out opinion (really, I don't), but I have a little trouble with a right being conferred on one group of people that explicitly causes another group of people to die.  That seems unfair, and un-American.

That's all I'm going to say about the decision proper here.  My real reason for writing this has everything to do with some of the most asinine things that are being said today.  Apparently, because I'm pro-life, I only care about unborn children (not true), I only care about babies who are white and straight (not true), someone should burn down the houses of five SC Justices (wow, arson is still a crime), Amy Coney-Barret's uterus should be forcefully ripped out of her (assault is still a crime, and likely if it's forceably, that results in death, and murder is also a crime), we are living in the Handmaid's Tale (is our goverment sanctioning rape to increase our population?), the religious nuts did this! (I know quite a few very non-religious people who were quite happy with this decision), and some of my favorites are people actually advocating that women buy a HORSE DRUG to induce abortion.  Not to mention the name calling, the hate, the absolutely atrocious behavior over something that is still perfectly legal in most states.  Someone spouted actual falsehoods at my daughter today, and when she pointed it out, the person said "I love being ignorant towards you." and when pointed out that she was incorrect on her points again "Good!  As long as it pisses you off".  These same people who are spewing hate, advocating for riots and murder, cheering on the burning down of crisis pregnancy centers, last week were accusing some of us of "hate" because we said "um, men can't get pregnant".  Hate is in full force today.

The sad thing is, so much of this is coming from people I thought I knew.  I say thought, because 10 years ago, none of them would have said the things they are saying today.  What changed?  What happened that made people think that it was okay, not to change what they believe, but that in changing, they could then attack the people they used to align with?  Vicisouly attack them.   What you say on the internet is forever, so when you go after someone, it doesn't go away.  When you say hateful things, they aren't just remembered but preserved for ... well forever.  So when you call the child you love a parasite, you do realize someday that child might see that?  I have no words....

And then I did my Bible study today.  "Lord, is it Warfare?  Teach me to stand."  My Bible study is on Ephesians.  The whole book, but if you know the Bible, you know Ephesians is where Paul talks about putting on the armor of God.  It's warfare, my friends.  Everyday the devil gets angrier, because as God says, his time is getting shorter.  He aims to take down as many people as he can before Jesus rightfully exiles him to the place that was created for him and his followers.  He is using people, even people we know and love, to throw darts at us, hoping at least one of them will stick.  I've noticed that he's winning with some people, as they turn their back on the truth, and instead listen to the lie that tickles their ears.  That won't be me, but I also won't be engaging in fruitless arguments with people who think their own children were parasites before they were born, or people who think their parents should have aborted them, or people that actually think abortion is a human right (because human rights obviously should involve killing another human...right?).  I'm going to pray, continually.  I'm going to keep reading the Bible, and I'm going to stand...firm.  And I'm going to praise the God of all wonders, because yesterday, after 49 years,  I was given the right to fight back.  

Monday, June 6, 2022

Blessed are....

 Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. ~Matthew 5:4

No, I'm not writing about Uvalde, or any other mass shooting.  No, I'm not writing about my Dad, who is now in heaven with Jesus.  That's not entirely what Jesus meant when He was preaching the sermon on the mount, either.  Actually, I don't think it's what he meant at all.

It's mourning for personal sin.  It's mourning for sin in the church.  It's mourning for sin in the world.  It's mourning the way God does. 

Let me backtrack.  I'm doing a nine week study on the Sermon on the Mount.  None of it has been easy.  This has been two months of knowing, daily, how far short I fall from where God wants me to be.  Personally.

Poor in Spirit - yeah, tell that to the person who is generally the smartest person in the room. I have a pride problem.

Mourning - I get mad.  I like to think it's righteous anger (not nearly enough, if I'm being honest), but crying over sin in the world?  Uh....

Meekness - yeah.... fail

I could keep going, but I think I made my point.  The Beatitudes shine a spotlight on the ways I fall short.  Tonight, while I was trying to find pictures of my just arrived great-niece Hazel on Instagram, God pummeled me with mourning.

How do I not mourn when someone I thought I knew, who I thought I could never measure up to spiritually, who lived for years in a corrupt, poverty-stricken third world country helping orphan kids, literally threw away her faith, in the most public, soul-crushing way?  There was that first touch of righteous anger (or so I hoped), before my heart just broke.

The fact is, this person is not someone I follow much anymore, because several years ago I stopped paying attention to people who twisted Jesus into a pretzel to fit their world view.  So when I stumbled across a confusing announcement it led me to a post she had made last year.  A post in which she claimed the faith she and I had once shared was "a terrible way to live."  Cringe.... and I am heartbroken.

Not for me.  Her decision has no effect on my life.  We don't spend time together anymore.  Adulting and kids happen.  But still, she was a part of my life, to some extent, because she had always been a part of it since I met my husband 30 years ago.  And yet, there was God, whispering in my ear, "Blessed are those who mourn."  I am mourning.  I don't really know what any of this means.  Did she ever really believe, or was she faking it until suddenly she decided to be true to what she really believed?  But that's not my job to figure out.  God knows, and while I have many many questions, they aren't for me to ask, or maybe to ever know the answer.   

Mourning, by the way, was the week 4 lesson.  I'm starting week 9.  It took 5 weeks for God to bring that point home, but today, in the wee hours of a Monday, I am mourning, and praying.  

But I want to leave this little message for anyone who thinks that the structure of Faith in Jesus is based on the idea that idea that we are so horrible that we should hate ourselves.  That's not faith in Jesus.  That's utter crap.  Yes, the heart is wicked.  Yes, without Jesus all our "righteous acts" are as filthy rags.  But there's Jesus.  And yes OUR sins put Him on the cross, but He did it because He LOVED us.  Not a single human on this earth could do anything to Jesus that He didn't allow.  Once you get the poor in spirit part (the part where you admit that in the face of God's perfect you just don't measure up), then you can choose to accept Jesus.  Once that happens, once you confess your sins, He will forgive them.  He gives you a new life, a new heart, and the righteous things you do for him (and not for yourself), are no longer filthy rags, but jewels in a crown.  God love YOU, so much so, that He sent his Son to die, in a sacrifice that was one time, everlasting thing.  Your mission is not to feel like you are never good enough, it is simply to strive every day to be a little more like Jesus, and in shining His light, give others the chance to know Him too.

"For God sent not His son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." ~John 3:17