Nestled in a father’s lap and positioned across a mother I saw hope.
Jumping on the yellow line, I had a lot of thoughts running through my head:
-Ella is not just a contraceptive. Ella is an abortifacient. It kills the baby after 5 days. Therefore, although the makers of Ella only sought labeling under the contraceptive regulations, it is indeed an abortifacient. Many now have to lawyer up to not pay for abortions. My heart weeps. (Ella is in the HHS mandate signed by president Obama)
-Marriage equality is non-sensical and impossible. The whole idea of marriage was crafted by the LORD. Consequently, the definition of marriage was defined by God. Marriage means between a husband in a wife. Gay marriage is an oxy-moron. Logic 101. Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah. My heart weeps.
-Family structure has fallen to such a low level and all our media offers up is volunteer programs. These signs I see every day, ‘volunteer for xyz..help a child’. Great. That’s a great cause, but how come no one has the boldness to grab the roots instead of the leaves? How about advertising that marriage drops the probability of child poverty by 82% (heritage foundation)? I want to shout to the masses, “Family matters! Progressive does not always mean better! God designed a covenant for a reason!” My heart weeps.
These and other thoughts were floating around in my head when I saw them. It shouldn’t be a rare thing, but it is becoming one. There, sitting across from me, was a dad who had a baby strapped to his chest, and mom feeding him cheerios. Three of them. The dad was involved. He was actually the one carrying the child. The mom was a woman. The father was a man. The child was beautiful.
I had these lyrics running through my headphones when I saw this miracle:
These hands can feel like they’re not even mine
A tree and a nail and a cry in the night
Sometimes a little step is the greatest divide
Sometimes I feel your breath right at my side
I just looked at this family and my heart screamed “Hallelujah!“.
Since the light referred to by John certainly represents hope, I thought to myself:
The hope shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
Do not be decieved my friends. The darkness is fully alive. It’s wicked and crafty. We would do well to combat it and not merely tolerate it.
Do not be deceived my friends. Hope is the star of the show. Hope will be the only One left. Hope has, hope is, and hope will continue to strip the darkness away.
Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it.
The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them.
p.s. If any of my readers are interested in more on the three thoughts I had above or on how government is currently persecuting faith in America, please contact me.