In 128 days we’ll have a new President of the United States of America. Unless events conspire to derail one or both of the current presumptive nominees, either Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump will occupy that office.
Even as I write that I cringe. While both these candidates have their enthusiastic supporters, God bless them all, many can’t imagine life under either of these options.
- How will those who wouldn’t/couldn’t choose either of these candidates for this highest office view them once installed?
- How will those on the losing side of this election think of and interact with those in the politically opposing camp?
- For those in the Church of Jesus Christ, my own backyard, how do we make sense of either of these politicians as our new, national leader, and as important, how do we think of and relate to our brothers and sisters in faith who supported a candidate we may be personally revulsed by?
If I vote for Donald Trump, can we still be friends?
To my brothers and sisters in Christ, if I vote for Trump, will you still love me, claim me, own me as one of your own in the family of faith?
Or, if I sit out this election for lack of a candidate I can support with a clear conscience, or if I vote for a non-winnable third party candidate, will you think less of me?
Some good Christians (see Russell Moore’s blog) infer that a Christian can’t, or shouldn’t vote for the Donald. Some infer that to do so is sin, or at least, shows an utter lack of intellectual acumen, or spiritual depth or simple perception.
Others equally well intentioned opine that not to vote for Trump is irresponsible because the net effect is to hand the presidency to the liberal Democratic candidate. And still others say, vote for the best of the bad candidates to fulfill your God-given responsibility,
trusting that God will sovereignly use our means for His ends.
Cathie and I saw Disney’s, The Jungle Book, in 3D at the matinee last Friday. We see few new films, and don’t often spend up for 3D, but based on a review in World Magazine and the previews we’d viewed online I was glad to both see it and do so with the extra dimension.
I can enjoy even a mediocre movie if the visuals are entrancing, if they pull you in. And visually I don’t know of anything to compare to this film. The integration of live action and computer graphics is so seamless that there’s no sense of being able to lift the curtain and see the man behind the screen pulling the strings. On top of that, the movie is just flat out amazing in both characters and settings. Hard to imagine a more fitting Mogli than young master Neel Sethi, or a better voice for King Louie than Christopher Walken. Shere Khan is truly menacing as evil on four feet and Indris Elba’s voice for the tortured, twisted face and persona is spot on.
I found Bill Murray’s voice for Baloo too Bill Murrayish personally, though I know many others thought it a genius combination. (His voice is so connected to his own droll,
downplayed persona that I couldn’t get past Bill to Baloo.)
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Don Whitney on family worship.
“Give your family years of faithful—if unspectacular—leadership in family worship, and you’ll agree it’s worth it all when someday, perhaps far from now, unexpectedly, you get a response like this….”
A great word on the value of sharing God’s word with your family from someone who lived it. From a Crossway blog.
Our daughters grew up learning to play a variety of musical instruments. When learning a new instrument or piece of music, they often played timidly— one uncertain note or chord followed by a similar one, like an urchin uncertainly knocking on one door after another, testing, hoping for admittance but not knowing if a welcome was forthcoming.
Knowing that part of their timidity was simply the fear of playing a wrong note or chord, I wanted to inspire them to greater confidence and accomplishment. So, I began repeatedly telling them, with gusto, “Err boldly!” They loved it and it became a watchword in our house.
“Err boldly” wasn’t an invitation to make more mistakes, but an invitation to not fear them. “Err boldly” meant not being afraid of mistakes so progress wouldn’t be retarded by unnecessary timidity. “Err boldly” became the call to push forward, to boldly experiment, to try what fear might otherwise keep them from attempting. Continue reading
Tim Challies blog site
One of the most heart felt, emotionally laden and compelling pleas I’ve ever read for men to stop using porn. I highly recommend it. Mike
Some laws are illegal. Sounds oxymoronic I know, but we are talking about politics and the unholy fruit of legislators here.
Some laws don’t pass judicial muster as “legal” legislation when a court or a judge determines that they are not sufficiently specific. Laws have to be clear enough that a reasonable person knows what is prohibited or required, and what the consequences for the “illegal” activity being legislated might be.
“in general, a statute might be called void for vagueness reasons when an average citizen cannot generally determine what persons are regulated, what conduct is prohibited, or what punishment may be imposed.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Void_for_vagueness
That makes sense: if the government is going to hold us responsible for our actions and their consequences, the legislation that speaks to each area of life being regulated should be specific enough that we know when we are in, or out, of bounds and what the repercussions of our out-of-boundness might be.
Theologians, ministers, priests, and all those who claim to speak for God should take note of that common sense rule because, if it applies to things in this life, it should apply all the more when talking about things that transcend time and space.
I was in a Church service recently and was struck by how “illegal” the commentary offered would be deemed by a common sense standard of “legality.” The officiant intoned repeatedly that in order to save our own souls we had to become loving people. Wow! Great! I consider myself a loving person— my soul must be saved and already on holy ground. What a relief. Or, not… Continue reading