I am not "religious." The word "religion" is taken from the Greek word "re-ligio," and it means "to bind back to God." Works for salvation. Religions teach works for salvation. Christianity does not. The Bible says, "For by grace are you saved through faith and that not of yourselves, it is a gift of God, not of works, lest any man should boast" (Ephesians 2:8,9).
I've always seen the world as saved and lost. We, the saved are supposed to tell the lost the truth, the message, so they can be saved from destruction. One optimistic Christian I know calls the unsaved, "pre-Christians."
After my political awakening, I see America as liberals and conservatives. We the conservatives must tell the liberals the truth, the message, so that together we can save our country from destruction. Liberals are just "pre-conservatives."
It's funny, but the lost and the liberals seem to be the same group. Both resist God and His ways.
I know a few liberals who claim to be Christians, but they won't discuss abortion or the gay army or any of the issues. They retain a
smug, superior face and tight lips.
Last week, my first grandchild was born. This was a huge moment! Four generations of women would be in the same room. My 77-year-old
mother, my teenager and I waited in the hospital corridors for 12 hours,
camera ready. We awaited the moment of our baby's birth, as the world
relived the momentous miracle of our Savior's birth. Decorations decked
the halls and happy was everywhere.
Me and my first baby, 1986
After an eternity of waiting, we were finally allowed into the room to marvel at the little miracle. A rude nurse tried to rush the
healthy baby away. There were no medical procedures needed immediately.
I politely asked her if we could take a four generation photo first.
She reluctantly agreed. I politely asked her if the baby had a hospital
I.D. bracelet to protect her from kidnapping. The nurse shouted at me
and whisked the baby away. I had barely seen the little jewel. I think
the nurse garbled something about a belly button computer chip sensor or
My exhausted, just-had-a-baby, darling daughter kept asking me to find her new Flip video camera. Her husband had just videoed the birth,
this greatest moment of their lives. We couldn't find the camera
anywhere. Mom and I donned gloves and dug through the bloody towels in
the garbage. The rude nurse didn't seem to care about the missing
camera. We narrowed down the time frame of the missing camera – between
6:36 p.m. and 7:15 p.m. Who was in the room at that time? Nurses and a
The head of security was called. It was a woman, I think. He/she was about 275 pounds and had his/her head shaved bald. She
apathetically wrote the missing-camera report on a 2-inch by 2-inch
piece of blank paper. It could have been piece of a napkin. The head
of nurses was called into the room. He was a gay, male nurse who looked
like he was in the middle of a nap. He wouldn't make eye contact with
me. No one would give us the names of the nurses who entered the room between 6:36 p.m. and 7:15 p.m. I knew the "rude one" was there.
Who would steal a video camera from the bed of a new mother on the day of her firstborn's birth?
It would have to be someone who doesn't respect the Eighth commandment, "Thou Shalt Not Steal," someone who disregards the Ten Commandments, perhaps even fights legally to keep
It would have to be someone who feels "entitled." Someone who thinks the world owes them. Someone who is used to getting handouts. "Do unto
others as you would have them do unto you" doesn't work if your
worldview is secular humanism, "Whatever is good for me is morally
Maybe the thief was an atheist. An atheist cannot "sin." He is not accountable to a higher authority.
Julia Sweeney was on "SNL" when I was. She played the brilliantly conceived he/she character, "Pat." Julia is a wonderful
writer. Her book about cancer, "And God said 'Ha!'" was so good, I
stayed up until 4 a.m. one night to finish it. Julia then wrote a play
about becoming an atheist called, "Letting Go of God." I took my family
to the play a few years ago. Teenager said, "Mommy, it was just like a
testimony … but the opposite." Some of it was difficult for a
God-lover to watch. Julia hugged me backstage and seemed very touched
that I was there.