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The Meaning of “is” – How Redefining our Vocabulary Has Destroyed the Fabric of our Justice System

In Bible, God, Justice, moral corruption, prayer, Scripture, terror, Truth on September 11, 2013 at 4:57 pm

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I was home watching President Clinton’s impeachment hearing the day he said that now infamous line, “It depends on what the meaning of the word is, is.” I laughed out loud when, in a desperate attempt to appear innocent, he threw that preposition under the bus hoping it could modify his situation.

We sneer and snicker at that ridiculous statement now–in fact, that silly line made it’s way into our lexicon–but are we even aware of the massive damage it did to our society?

Watch the news every day for one solid week and you will see that a clear pattern has emerged in our courtrooms of such insane statements. People of all ages, race and gender are tossing out alternative definitions to their wicked behavior. The unbelievable thing is, these new definitions are actually being taken seriously by the courts!

Can’t they see that this redefining of our vocabulary is destroying the fabric of our justice system? If all we have to do is stand up in a court of law and simply redefine our actions to excuse our behavior, why do we even need a judge or a judicial system at all? Is there no accountability? If there is no standard in which we measure right and wrong — will we not then destroy ourselves completely?

My heart is torn over the horrible state of our country. On this sacred day, 9/11, I opened my Bible, hoping for answers and comfort. I opened to Psalm 12 and was shocked at how exactly it describes the condition of America and my prayer for our beloved country:

PSALM 12

Help, O Lord, for the godly are fast disappearing!
The faithful have vanished from the earth!
Neighbors lie to each other,
speaking with flattering lips and deceitful hearts.
 
May the Lord cut off their flattering lips
and silence their boastful tongues.
They say, “We will lie to our hearts’ content.
Our lips are our own—who can stop us?”
 
The Lord replies, “I have seen violence done to the helpless,
and I have heard the groans of the poor.
Now I will rise up to rescue them,
as they have longed for me to do.”
 
The Lord’s promises are pure,
like silver refined in a furnace,
purified seven times over.
 
Therefore, Lord, we know you will protect the oppressed,
preserving them forever from this lying generation,
even though the wicked strut about,
and evil is praised throughout the land.

Look at the keywords in that chapter: boastful, flattering lips, lie, deceitful, violence, helpless, groans, oppressed, lying generation, wicked . . .

Does that not describe our nation now?  Do not “the wicked strut about?” Is not “evil praised throughout the land?”  Neighbors lie to each other and they don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re lying! There is no shame–in fact, if you try to confront their lying, they blow you off with “Our lips are our own–who can stop us?” In other words, “You live your life, I’ll live mine.” and, “What’s right for you is not necessarily right for me.”

Notice that in this Psalm it states, “The Lord’s promises are pure” What are his promises but his own word? We have a clear, written record of the Lord’s promises — it’s called the Holy Bible. In 1776 the Holy Bible was the standard that our Founding Fathers used to create our justice system.

Today, the Holy Bible has been tossed aside, redefined to fit individual conduct. But this insane, incessant redefining hasn’t stopped there. People are redefining our Constitution and its Amendments. Our own president changes the definitions of his words from speech to speech! Our school system is being redefined. Our religious rights are being redefined–even in the military! The definition of our sacred institutions of marriage and parenting are being redefined and maliciously, militantly attacked. Our school system has been redefined. Even our genders are being redefined!

The most heinous of all: redefinition has breached the walls of the womb. Life itself–given and ordained only by our Creator–has been called into question by His creation!

What does it matter if we redefine when life begins? It matters when that redefinition gives us license to take the life of someone else. It is one thing to simply paraphrase the law–as egregious as that is–but it is altogether damning to have the blood of millions of innocent children on our hands!

What have we become, America? What lie from the pit of Hell have we bought that tells us it’s okay to simply rewrite the laws that once governed our country, our states, our communities, our schools and our homes simply because it makes us feel uncomfortable, or hinders us from doing whatever we want to do? How did we get so far off track from our foundational standards?

There is only One Who can help us now. His name is still printed on our money. (That, too is in danger of being redefined! Today the Freedom From Religion Foundation filed a lawsuit against the national motto, “In God We Trust”!  see petition to stop that here: http://aclj.org/in-god-we-trust/committee-protect-national-motto?sf16864079=1)

Will you stop right now and pray to God with me?

Help, O LORD! You promised in Your Word, “Then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land.” (2 Chronicles 7:14)

We repent! Wash us clean from our sins! We cannot survive without Your divine intervention. We fall to our knees and repent! Save us O LORD!

Amen.

May God bless the United States of America!

~ CCS

11 Lies Every American Needs to Stop Believing

Disclaimer: the intention of the author is not to imply that the current state of the Union was caused by
President Clinton's comment as quoted in this above post.

The Prayer Chair

In believe, Bible, choices, Christ, death, God, Heaven, Jesus on May 22, 2013 at 7:45 pm

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Daddy met Jesus in person in the same place he met him in prayer every morning.  It was a burgundy recliner, worn from the years and matted down by the sweat of many days of hard work. Next to it was his abandoned Bible with a duct-taped spine. He didn’t need it anymore because he left earth with its Author.

If you read my column regularly, you know my dad died in January, 2011. Each month’s article in 2012 was written in honor of the life he lived and the godly inheritance he left me and my brothers. I know I have completely mourned his passing, but the other day on my way to church a song on the radio opened up my eyes to something I hadn’t seen before, something about the place where he died.

The song, by Chris Rice, was Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus), one of my favorites. I was just singing along, relishing the reminder that I am loved by a wonderful Savior when the last verse of the song burst my heart open:

And with your final heartbeat,
Kiss the world goodbye,
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory`s side… and

Fly to Jesus,
Fly to Jesus,
Fly to Jesus and live,

Fly to Jesus,
Fly to Jesus,
Fly to Jesus and live!

Extreme joy flooded my whole being, forcing a cool stream of tears from my eyes. In my mind’s eye, I saw my Daddy in his prayer chair looking up into the eyes of his Savior who personally came to take him home.

How do I know that’s how it happened? Well, according to my mom, Daddy, came downstairs that Wednesday afternoon and sat in his recliner next to hers to have a fruit cup and watch TV. He had just spent about an hour snow-blowing the six-to-eight inches of snow that had fallen the night before and was worn out. Within seconds of sitting down, he was in the midst of a massive heart attack. Mom jumped up when she saw his contorted face and said, “I’m calling 911!” Daddy said, “No don’t.”

The paramedics were there in minutes and later, one of them told us that when they got him into the ambulance, they tried to put a nitro-glycerin tablet under his tongue to help jump-start his heart. Daddy closed his lips tight so they wouldn’t put it in his mouth and shook his head, “No.”

In the ER, a doctor and his team worked on his chest with paddles, shocking his heart over and over when all of a sudden Daddy lifted his hands and waved them all off, shook his head as if to say, “No more,” and died.

Why would someone in the midst of such a life-threatening crisis refuse the help of capable hands? I believe it’s because Daddy finally got to look into the eyes of the One Who created him in his mother’s womb; the One Who saved him from a deadly fall after a night of drinking with his U.S. Air Force buddy in Berlin in 1956. I believe it’s because he got to look full into the perfect face of the One Who gave him a new life that night so long ago when he embraced the cross of Jesus Christ as payment for his sin—an acquittal from the damaging choices he had made up to that point. Daddy wanted to go home! He wanted to fly to Jesus and live!

Do you have a prayer chair? Do you have a place where you meet your Creator in person every morning, a place where you feed your soul for the day? My Daddy did and now I do, too. Every day I long to look into those forever eyes like my Daddy did on that day. I want to know Him, the Father of Lights, as he is called in the Bible. I want to know Him so completely that when it is my time to leave this earth and He comes to take me home, nothing on this earth will keep me here. My prayer chair will be empty and my Bible will be there next to it because I will be with its Author, the World’s Best Father!

Dull Hearts

In books, change, choices, Christ, God, healing, Jesus, prayer on July 31, 2009 at 10:19 am

Last night I was talking with a friend on the phone apologizing for not being available to her these past two months. “It’s like I’ve been in a coma,” I explained.

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I realize my choice of words was exaggerated, as I’ve never been in a coma, but she got the point.  She knew that in June my husband and I uprooted our lives and moved north to live closer to our kids and new grandson.  Thank God for good friends with lots of patience!

But, this morning as I was musing on that conversation, I admitted to myself that I’ve been in a ‘coma’ longer than these past two months.  I didn’t realize my condition until I arrived at Chapter 13 in the book I’m reading:  Matthew 13:13-17 in my Bible.  Jesus was teaching his disciples and those who had come out to hear him speak using parables, short stories packed with dynamite.

After a few stories, the disciples pulled him aside and asked, “Why do you speak to them in parables?”  Jesus pulled a quote from the ancient prophet Isaiah to answer their question.  It was here that I realized the state of my own heart:

“…the hearts of this people have grown dull.  Their ears are hard of hearing, and their eyes they have closed, lest they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears, lest they should understand with their hearts and turn, so I should heal them.”

Ouch.  You mean I can close my eyes and ears to God’s Word?  And, if I do, my heart will grow dull?  It is this word ‘dull’ that caught my attention.  I’ve been so focused on my earthly state of affairs that I allowed my heart to grow dull.

If a dull heart comes from ears and eyes that are closed, then it only stands to reason that my own will closed them.  My will.  What was that one part of the Lord’s Prayer? 

Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Yes, that’s it.  That’s the prayer I repeat when I hear it in church.  Good Christians know that by heart.  The question is, do they mean it by heart?

Lord, I choose to open my eyes and ears so that when I read or repeat Your Word, when I raise my hands in worship or take notes on a sermon at church, my heart will be sharp and not dull.  I want to understand with my heart and turn so that You will heal me.  Thank you for your patience with me and for friends and family who love me in spite of my dull heart.