In Honor of a Humble Man

 My dad died yesterday evening. He was 84 years old, tired, broken and much in need of a new body. 

He was a great man, not by the world's standards, but by how he lived his simple life with great care. He wasn't a sharp dresser and he absolutely wasn't a neat freak. He frustrated me with how he cared for his tools, and any project or repair I undertook while at his house was fraught with frustration as the search for any screwdriver, wrench or screw would take an eternity. 

In spite of his flaws, he was a man capable of uncommon love. He loved my brother and I. He once told us that one of the accomplishments he was most proud of was how we turned out. He and my mother divorced after I was married, and some years afterward, he remarried. His wife was a woman I had known growing up as I had gone to school and to church with some of her kids. He adopted her family as his own and raised the kids remaining at home as he had his own two sons. My brother and I lived away from home and were living our own lives, so this adopted family in many ways became closer to him than we were. 

When my stepbrother died an untimely death due to cancer and when his ex-wife proved to be an unfit mother for their two daughters, my dad and stepmom stepped in to give these girls a home and raise them. 

When Dad remarried, I was able to see something that I hadn't often seen in my parents' broken marriage. He loved my stepmother and she loved him. For both of them, their broken marriages had given them their children, but marrying each other finally gave them unconditional love and acceptance. If for no other reason, I loved my stepmother because she loved my dad. 

When my stepmother died nearly 4 years ago, I saw a side to my father that I had never seen with clarity before: loneliness. I don't know if I hadn't seen it before or if it never previously existed, but Dad became lonely and hungry for someone to talk to. I did my best to call him as often as possible, but it wasn't enough and should have been more often. 

Dad was also silly and goofy. He had made up exclamations and names that he would always use, or would make up other silly sayings or names on the fly. His sense of humor was sometimes lost on me, but others found him funny. A friend of his, who was our former insurance agent, told me a story about Dad last night. 

He was in the office, working out the details for a homeowner's policy. The office assistant was busy telling him that if he insured his house for $10,000 more, the premium would be less. Dad, in his normal dry-witted fashion said, "Well, let's go ahead and insure it for $1,000,000 and see how low that can go." 

There are many times in my own selfishness and pride that I didn't pay him the respect he deserved. I hate myself in that memory, yet I know he didn't hold it against me. He wasn't that kind of man. 

Dad came to faith as an adult--in his thirties. He didn't become a theologian, but was always fond of good, Bible-based preaching. In my years in funeral service, I heard a million times: "He was a man of quiet faith" or "His faith was very personal" or "He was a very spiritual man." Those descriptors are a way of describing someone whose faith wasn't important--descriptors that were likely never used for this person in life. When Dad got saved, he didn't become a missionary or surrender his life to vocational ministry, but it did change him. 

As already mentioned, Dad and I spent most of my adult life at a distance from one another, so I suppose I'm not the authority on how he conducted himself in living out his life as a Christian. One of the things I received after he died was his Bible, which had been given to him years ago by his pastor. It was well marked up and showed signs of use, not abuse. 

In having reflected on his passing after living what I consider to be a long life, I consider him to be a success. He weathered a lot of heartache and pain. He survived cancer twice, a broken back once and a myriad of other ailments and injuries too lengthy to recall. Ultimately, he succumbed to an injury that many senior adults succumb to: a fall, or more accurately, several falls. Two surgeries to repair brain bleeds couldn't fix him and when unplugged from the respirator, his body said, "Enough is enough." 

It's a great blessing to know your father is in Heaven. This confidence is borne out of how his life changed when he finally met Jesus in his thirties. Granted, our opinion of who is or should be in God's Heaven always lacks certainty. God is the judge, and our opinions are tainted. Yet I find myself comforted. Ultimately, all we have available to help us judge the veracity of a person's faith is the fruit evident in the way they lived. That is what I use in making this judgement. I'm OK with that. 

Enjoy your well-deserved rest, Dad. See you later. 

Quantum Leap

Writer's Note: This post references subjects addressed in an earlier post. Here's the link to that.

 Some time ago, likely in the early Oughts, I was considering building a computer for the first time. My first PC had been a Gateway 2000. Back in the day, while Gateway still had "2000" tacked to its moniker, they were a mail-order computer company that shipped everything to your home in Holstein cow-print boxes. Anyway, I had owned this Gateway 2000 computer for 6-7 years and it was time for a change. 

I built a computer with the aim of using it to learn video editing. I researched what was needed and built a machine that was up to the task. The specs I don't remember, but what I do remember is Sony Movie Studio. This was one of the first versions of this product, called "Screenblast Movie Studio", Version 1. 

I was in hog heaven. It did so much, and I was determined to learn it all. In the following years, I would upgrade regularly, not wanting to miss out on any mind-blowing new features. The final version I had was Movie Studio 13 Platinum. 

Fast forward about 5 years...

I have gotten a GoPro or two and I'm getting back into the world of video editing. I still had my Version 13 of Movie Studio, but it was no longer up to the task of editing these videos. Version 13 wouldn't even load MP4 files, which is what my GoPro was delivering. So what were my options? 

The go-to for many YouTube content creators was DaVinci Resolve. This attracted me in a big way, but my computer couldn't handle the demands DaVinci placed on it. Granted, my computers are all older. They all have SSD system drives, so they continue to work, doing the same tasks faithfully, year after year. However, like an old person who has been sitting in the same church pew for decades, my computers neither welcome or respond well to change. 

I checked into other options, eventually ending up at Magix. Magix bought Movie Studio from Sony and as a long-time supporter of the product, I qualified for an upgrade at only $20. 

Movie Studio has changed between Version 13 and 2025 Platinum. Not as many features are available, and in many ways, it doesn't even resemble the original. This was likely part of a deal between Magix and Sony to distance Movie Studio from it's parent product, Vegas Pro. Whatever the reason, I'm having to learn it all over again. However, it seems to work. Rendering times are exponentially higher for hi-res video. I made a video that is just under 30 minutes and the rendering time will be approximately 3:45. Not sure what the file size will be yet, but it will certainly be in the gig-plus range. 

It's nice to get back into editing. Learning it all again is a bit discouraging, but I'm up to the task. Creating content is an exciting project, perhaps one I'm a bit naive in beginning. We shall see. 

Survival Guide for the Great Tribulation

The Great Tribulation. It has been the subject of bad Christian movies and television preachers that obsess over interpreting the messages of Bible prophecy. Do bad movies and zealous preachers make it unreal? I do not think so. It is mentioned a lot in the Bible. I believe the Bible, so I believe it will eventually happen just as is predicted. There are a lot of uncertainties. What we know that is predicted by the Bible purposely doesn't speak in clear words on every aspect of the matter, but some of the things it talks about are clear enough to understand and should be believed.

Given my belief of what scriptures teach, I do not think I will be present for the Great Tribulation, assuming it were to happen within the span of my natural life. I believe the Bible teaches that the Church proper, that being all of those whose faith is real and biblical and is a saving faith, will be removed from the face of the earth prior to the Tribulation. This is commonly referred to as The Rapture. My beliefs, and therefore this post, will be from the pre-tributlation pre-millenial point of view. What this means in simple terms is that the church (as defined above) will be taken away before the tribulation, the tribulation will follow and after the tribulation, Christ will return to earth for a thousand-year reign. There is a lot of disagreement as to what all of these end-times scriptures mean, but people I respect interpret it this way, so I'm sticking with it. I would not mind being proven wrong by actual events, and there is a good chance it will happen after I've already been long gone. People have been looking for the return of Christ for the last 2,000 years, so what is one more lifetime to see it fulfilled?

My intention in writing this is not to inform in the sense of explaining about the Tribulation as a whole, or the Great Tribulation as a subset of the Tribulation. My intention is to give hope to anyone who was not raptured and has been left behind to endure the Tribulation.  I believe God has not closed the book yet, and although it will be difficult, those that repent and believe in faith can still be saved during the Tribulation. "Saved" in this sense means brought into God's family and saved from eternal punishment, which is the post-death post-judgement existence for all outside God's salvation.

What I will now do is list some statements about the Tribulation, not in any firm or fast order and support those with verses from the Bible, my authority and foundation for all I will say.

Matthew 24:36-41:

 “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.  As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.  For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark;  and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.  Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left.  Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left.

 This is from a passage, commonly known as "The Olivet Discourse" in which Jesus tells of things that will happen in the end times. Read the entire chapter. It gives a good picture of some of the things that will happen then and will begin with the Rapture.

My first suggestion is that you humble yourself, realizing that it is your sin and your rebellion against God that separates you from Him in the first place. Realizing and admitting you are a sinner, you should also acknowledge that God, wishing that none should perish without Him, made a way of forgiveness. This is through his son, Jesus, who paid the price required for our forgiveness when he died on the cross. This is the only way. God has said so. Jesus was...

...made in human likeness.And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself
by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross!

Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name,that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:7-11)

 This--all of this--is true. Amidst the events of the Tribulation, when many of the prophecies of the Bible will become real events, you can hopefully see the evidences that prove it. Those who refuse to see the truth will pay the same penalty God has set aside for Satan and his followers. So, assuming you believe and seek for God's deliverance of the things to come, here are some suggestions for surviving the Tribulation:

1.  Get right with God - Deal with what separates you from God, your Creator: your sin. Confess your sins and your rebellion and beg for God's forgiveness and mercy. The Bible tells us:

"...If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. For the Scripture says, “Everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.” For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek; for the same Lord is Lord of all, bestowing his riches on all who call on him. For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

 Don't wait. Every moment you wait--every second you put it off--takes you closer to a time when you will no longer have the opportunity and your judgement for living a life of rebellion and disbelief will be at hand. 

2.  Separate yourself from everyone else. - The Tribulation, aside from a time during which God will pour out his judgement and wrath on the unbelieving world,  is ultimately a time in which God will redeem his chosen ones from the nation of Israel. They will acknowledge the Messiah, or at least some of them will, and will turn to Jesus and embrace him as their salvation. Many of them will survive by seeking refuge in the deserts outside Jerusalem (read Revelation 12:13-17. The "woman" here symbolizes those Israelites, the "male child" is Jesus, born out of the Jewish nation). There will be such a refuge that will save a number of Israelites, plus perhaps other such refuges that will do the same for others converted during the Tribulation. Find yourself such a refuge, wherever you are, and prepare to remain there. Pray that God will guide you to such a place. 

3.  Refuse to take the "Mark of the Beast". - This all sounds very science-fictiony, but is also prophesied in Revelation 13. 

Then I saw a second beast, coming out of the earth. It had two horns like a lamb, but it spoke like a dragon. It exercised all the authority of the first beast on its behalf, and made the earth and its inhabitants worship the first beast, whose fatal wound had been healed. And it performed great signs, even causing fire to come down from heaven to the earth in full view of the people. Because of the signs it was given power to perform on behalf of the first beast, it deceived the inhabitants of the earth. It ordered them to set up an image in honor of the beast who was wounded by the sword and yet lived. The second beast was given power to give breath to the image of the first beast, so that the image could speak and cause all who refused to worship the image to be killed. It also forced all people, great and small, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hands or on their foreheads, so that they could not buy or sell unless they had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of its name.This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. That number is 666. (Revelation 13:11-18)

The Mark of the Beast will identify those aligned with the Antichrist (the "Beast"), those who have bended their knee to worship and follow him. These people will be judged for this and will not be saved from the wrath that is to come further into the last half of the Tribulation, that is "The Great Tribulation". The actual mark could take any form, but will most likely be a modern form that will both identify loyalty to the Antichrist and will be necessary to make any kind of financial transactions. It has been theorized that it may be in the form of a universal identifier that will link to your accounts and replace cash, checks, credit cards, debit cards and any other form of receiving or making payments for services or products. Think a tattooed bar code, an embedded chip or some other unique identifier on the forehead or right hand. Refusing the mark will put a person in a very small minority, a minority certain to be maligned and vilified, perhaps even put to death, which is also a good reason to be separated from the rest of society in some type of refuge.
4.  Listen carefully to voices claiming to represent God or Christ. - False Christs will abound. They will serve no other purpose other than to lead people astray. However, God will send two supernatural witnesses (Revelation 11), plus three angelic witnesses (Revelation 14:6-13).  The third angel has a message of specific importance to those wanting to survive the Tribulation:  "A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice: “If anyone worships the beast and its image and receives its mark on their forehead or on their hand, they, too, will drink the wine of God’s fury, which has been poured full strength into the cup of his wrath. They will be tormented with burning sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and of the Lamb. And the smoke of their torment will rise for ever and ever. There will be no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and its image, or for anyone who receives the mark of its name.” This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus."
5.  Remain patient and endure until the end. - God has promised to save those who endure until the end, as it says in verse 13 above: "This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus." I guarantee you it will be hard, perhaps more difficult than anything any human has experienced. Yet it is far better to suffer for a season--even if the suffering leads to death--than to suffer an unending torment for all eternity. 

So there you are. God has prepared a way for those who remain into the Tribulation. It won't be an easy way, but it is a way He has prepared. It is also the last chance you will have. Read the Bible. It is God's word, sent to communicate His will to us. You have ignored it up until now, but don't ignore it any longer. 

Watching the World Burn

 It was one of the more memorable quotes from "The Dark Knight". Alfred Pennyworth, after telling Bruce a story about his days as a mercenary in Burma, wraps it up by saying: "..Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn." His words were pithy and meme-worthy, but echo sentiments often seen in the world today. 

There are people walking the earth with us today who cause trouble, not to better their life or to further an agenda or to gain anything positive. They just want to cause trouble and watch the aftermath. It's like an arsonist who sets a fire, then joins the gathering crowd to watch the efforts to put it out. 

It's my opinion that there is no better playground for these cultural arsonists than the internet, more specifically, social media. You don't have to be a longtime Twitter user or be wholly invested in the world of Facebook to know this. The same types exist on every platform that they can use to spread the flames of hatred. Personally, I don't use Twitter or Facebook, but I use YouTube like everyone else in the world. The comments section is a frontier where anything is allowed in the name of free speech. 

Common decency is not so common anymore. People don't recognize the need to exercise common decency or common respect. If you hold the door for someone, it is right for you to expect a "thank you". Get angry when you don't receive it and you are withholding decency in your own way. My pet peeve of late is the withheld thank-you wave. If someone lets me into traffic in front of them when I didn't deserve to be there, I offer a thank-you wave. I expect it, too, but seldom see it these days, so much so that I'm filled with joy when I see someone offer the wave. Common decency isn't quite dead yet, I say to myself. Not dead, but definitely in the throes of death. 

Back to YouTube comments...

If someone creates content for YouTube, they find value in what they are doing or showing or exhibiting or saying. If you don't necessarily agree, or if you don't find value in the content, that's OK. No content creator in their right mind could think that their creations should appeal to everyone. If YouTube has 2.3 billion users worldwide like they say they do, then even a small portion of that can find value in almost anything. 

Right now, I support, through my viewing, liking and comments, a number of woodworkers. There is a nice community of woodworking content creators on YouTube, and they work to support one another. There are, after all, enough views and viewers to go around and a rising tide does indeed lift all boats. Every now and again, someone will slip in and criticize a lapse in safety here or a method there. While I'm sure it was supposedly offered in a spirit of goodwill, it doesn't often have the same effect in was intended to have. In a line of positive comments, the negative stands out. 

One of my favorite woodworkers was creating an item that had a particular motif incorporated, a three-dimensional star with 6 points. The host called it the "Texas star" design. I quickly took issue, if only within my own thoughts. As a lifelong Texan, I knew that the Texas star--a symbol widely used in the Lone Star State--has only 5 points. The State Seal of Texas incorporates the 5-pointed 3d star, as do many other official and unofficial symbols of Texasness. What I ultimately decided is that nothing positive would be served by correcting his harmless mistake. There are times in the past that I haven't been so gracious in not correcting mistakes of little consequence. I usually regret saying anything at all. 

Assuming that my own little observations here will make any difference...well, I know better. I know that American society is on an irreversible slide toward something less than it has ever been. I know that freedom of speech, long a hallmark of American foundational freedom, is disappearing. One only has freedom of speech if no one disagrees with what is said. This isn't freedom though, is it? 

To me, it seems to have began when the notion of "hate speech" was created. If certain speech can be labeled as "hate speech", then it can be labeled as wrong. If you disagree with what is said, label it as "hate speech", and you've won a victory. Speech may be hateful, but outlawing it doesn't remove hate. It just transforms it into a more dangerous form. 

It is also easy to see how our present society that is propelled along by easy communication and free access to social media--where opinions are freely shared and restraint is a "boomer" virtue--how this fuels the fires of this present hatred. 

Ultimately, I blame the Godlessness of society. Worship, specifically the worship of the God of the Bible, is the worship of the source of virtue, goodness and everything positive in this world, and those who worship this God have supported and encouraged virtue in this world for generations. The absence of Godliness and Godly virtue has created a vacuum into which everything unsavory has flowed. 

Call me hopeless, but I see no return to these golden days of Godly virtue, whether rooted in worship or in tradition. Our present trend spirals toward the bottom, where no good thing dwells and where all hope for goodness and love are snuffed out. 

But, being a worshipper of the One True God, I know He exists and sees over all things. He watches men destroy decency and is not surprised. He's known it would happen all along. 

The ages-old question of the faithless has always been, "If there is a God, why is there evil in this world?" Well, it's because the world is populated with people like you, and honestly, like me, too. The good things in this world are covered with God's fingerprints. As we work feverishly to wipe down this world and remove all evidence of it's creator's touch, how is it that we expect Him to overpower us and miraculously save us from ourselves? 

 For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth. For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse. For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Claiming to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images resembling mortal man and birds and animals and creeping things.

Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity, to the dishonoring of their bodies among themselves, because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen.

Read the rest of Romans 1. It's all good. 

So, rather than trying to save the world, try to save yourselves. Turning back to God, or turning toward him for the first time, is the only thing that will turn things around. One person at a time. 

Being Hopeful in Hopeless Times

As I write this, the coronavirus pandemic of 2020 is in full swing. No one knows if it has peaked yet or where we are on either the slope up or down.

In reflecting on being in the midst of such times, I am drawn to wonder just how terrible this will ultimately be. There is an inherent arrogance in every generation when everyone perceives their times as the best or the worst, the smartest, the most enlightened, and so on. This view is, at best, drastically short-sighted. After all, how can one person judge the best of times or the worst of times not knowing how the times affect every other person on earth in every other time?

These times also cause me to reflect on my part--my purpose--in these times. I don't expect to have a fast answer to this question, as such answers usually only come when reviewing the events in retrospect. So, not knowing my part in any detail yet, I'm forced to speculate with what is at hand at this moment.

I was listening to a podcast on the way home today. The host was interviewing a man who was infected and symptomatic, as was his wife, living in a 500 sq. ft. apartment in New York with their two-year-old daughter. His wife had it worse and spent her days and nights in bed, only coming out to use the restroom. He was only slightly better, yet the work of raising the two-year old fell primarily to him.

As the host interviewed him via a phone call, the man's desperation and despair bubbled to the surface. He was upset to the point of tears a few times. It was sad because he, drawn to think about worse-case scenarios, envisioned dying and leaving his daughter alone. He thought about his daughter contracting the illness from himself or his wife. He didn't seem to see this virus as a momentary diversion. Instead he saw it as the beginning of the end.

What was most sad to me was that I do not feel that. Granted, I am healthy thus far, but the hopelessness was so thoroughly foreign to me. Why?

The only thing I could come up with was that I look beyond this life, considering the best and the worst it has to offer, and I see a better world that has been promised to me. How much better? 1 Corinthians 2:9 tells us that, “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.” That's what I'm talking about.

Considering where I am and where this other man was, him awash in a sea of hopelessness and myself buoyed by hope, I was awakened to a sense of the dichotomy. Many consider life, specifically the spiritual life, as being relativistic, defined by individual values. The idea that multiple realities, most of which contrast with one another and could not coexist on the same plane, can not only coexist but must coexist.

It has always been comfortable for me to believe in a singular truth. That seems to be the only way a truth can exist. Narrowly defined, anything that deviates from it no longer is it. Truth corrupted becomes a half truth, and I've always believed that a half truth is a whole lie.

So what does hopefulness look like? It looks like a future placed in the hands of a benevolent Creator, a Creator that has promised to meet our needs, to watch over us and care for us. Consider this:

Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? So if you who are evil know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask Him! (Matthew 7:9-11)

Not knowing or not regarding of the existence of a Creator, specifically one that is not indifferent yet is warm, loving and looks after his children, is the most hopeless of places to exist. It is sadder still to know that people will enter and exit this crisis of hopelessness without pausing to consider who God is. To me, it's like being trapped in a building, wanting to get out, yet refusing to open one door--the one that would lead you out.

 Hope is waiting. Open the door. Let it in.

Tribute to an Old Friend

The year is 1977. I was a member of the RCA Music Club. For those of you that remember the

Columbia House Music Club, it was basically the same thing. Your membership accorded you a number of free albums, the stipulation being that you would buy a number of additional albums over the course of the next few years at their slightly inflated "club" prices. By albums, I mean 12" vinyl LP records, or whatever they are called today.

My initial selections included "A Farewell to Kings", the fifth studio album by Rush. Rush was a Canadian band--just a trio--that I was wholly unfamiliar with at the time. I chose the album based on reasons I cannot remember, assuming there were such reasons at the time. The album blew my mind. 

"A Farewell to Kings" was my entrance to an enduring friendship with Rush. One of my next Rush purchases was in 1981, the year I graduated from high school. "Moving Pictures" is what I consider Rush's magnum opus. It remains one of my favorite albums of all time.

I also had the privilege to see Rush live four different times over the years: 1988, 1990, 2007 and 2010. Twice at Reunion Arena, twice at the venue formerly known as Starplex. 

The great thing about Rush was what they were able to do with just 3 men on the stage. This meant they needed to stretch out to fill more sonic space, so the bass and drums, normally buried under or behind the guitars and other instruments, were right out front. I soon discovered that Neil Peart, the drummer, was one of a kind. He did wonderful and amazing things with his kit. 

Neil died this week on January 7, 2020, reportedly the result of a 3-year battle with a brain tumor. 

Anybody that knows me knows my worldview to be unequivocally Christian. One of the problems with being a devout Christian in our times is that you often have heroes that are unbelievers. You know them for what they give to you, not often thinking about how their lives are much more than the parts you know and love. You wish, ever so fervently, that your heroes were believers, too--that you could share more than the things you admire about them. Yet reality demands you accept the chances that there will likely not ever be such commonality.

Believers of a more Fundamental ilk solve this dilemma by not being fan-boys of secular entertainers or personalities, primarily those who have a worldview that is not identical to theirs. Music, for them, isn't good unless it's indisputably Christian. Movies are patently secular and therefore are evil. In my Christian life, I've slipped into and out of such thought patterns. There have been several times I've gotten rid of all my secular music. At one point in time, I decided to enjoy secular music, yet to be discerning about what kind I listened to. I could enjoy music, yet I strove to not allow it to weaken me morally or force me to compromise my principles. 

Neil was, what he called, a "linear thinking agnostic". He had a disdain for Christianity, feeling he had the ability to be good enough without any threats of judgement. In the lyrics for the song "Freewill", Peart wrote:

There are those who think,That life has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors, To direct our aimless dance

A planet of playthings, We dance on the strings, Of powers we cannot perceive, The stars aren't aligned, Or the gods are maligned, Blame is better to give than receive

In other words, he seemed to believe that he had the capacity, through his own moralized choices, to make better decisions than someone whose will was subjected through their submission to a supreme being.

One of the greatest and one of the darkest aspects of how God created us is that He gave us free will. We choose right or wrong, usually hoping that we know the difference. Wrong choices have consequences. Right choices have rewards. That's the price of free will. You are given a choice, yet your choice is not without cost. Also, as Neil wrote in the same song above, "If you choose not to decide, You still have made a choice."

Believing that people make a choice to worship God only because they fear His retribution is not to understand belief or faith at all. It causes me to assume that he either never knew anyone who had a real or meaningful biblical faith or that he never thought it possible that such could be valid. There are people whose faith comes from a place of fear, an attempt to avoid the fires of Hell. The faith I know however comes more from a place of love--a love for a God that I know loves me. Obedience, in this case, is willing and mindful.

It's a strange thing to feel sadness at the death of someone you didn't know. We think we know the celebrities we enjoy. More close to the truth, I think, is the fact that we want to know them, therefore we assume a familiarity that isn't warranted. When they die, we feel a sense of loss that is a little peculiar, yet is real as well.

I feel a sense of loss at the death of Neil Peart. More so, I feel a sense of sorrow. His life, lived not only separate from God, but also in defiance of Him, is over. He has stood before his Maker and now knows the truth. In this loss, I can choose to celebrate the good parts of his life, yet my worldview doesn't allow me to forget the eternal part.

We pave the way for that part in this life, yet not with our skills or our abilities. These are, as the scripture states, burned up like hay and stubble. Those of us who count on our abilities, accomplishments and even our good deeds to gain us entrance into Heaven will find that those things have no weight as we stand before our Maker.

Ultimately, I don't know where Neil Peart will spend eternity. Only God knows the heart, and the fruit we have to judge may not accurately represent what happened with him since he wrote and said all these things. To feel a sense of loss acknowledges that there was a value in that thing (or person) now gone. As many did, I valued what Neil brought into this world. Even if only in a purely secular sense, it made my life a little better.

Thanks, Neil. I hope you to be in a better place.

Why I Vote

Another voting season is upon us, with the usual passions and fervor, people thinking that they (and those that vote with them) can change the course of society. I have always voted, not in every election, but more often than not. If I miss an off-year or mid-term election, it's usually because I forgot about it. With my votes, I, too, hope to change the course of society. We'll see if that happens.

I admit to being a normal straight-ticket voter. I offer no apologies. Some die-hards claim that straight-ticket voters are stupid and uninformed, blindly choosing this party or that one. I feel pretty well informed, at least on the issues that matter to me. What issues matter to me? To be honest, there's just one.

Abortion.

Abortion became legal in 1973 with the Roe v. Wade decision of the Supreme Court, if you didn't already know that. For a good portion of the intervening years, people have fought to support or overturn that decision. I could drone on and on about history, decisions, and the ongoing fight on the Pro-Life/Pro-Choice battlefront, but this isn't about abortion, per se. It's about why I'm, for the most part, a single-issue voter.

The way I see it, nothing else matters. When you know what abortion really is, you are either struck cold so you can look away, or you are sickened. That we Americans have allowed it since 1973 can only be explained by the fact that I think most that support abortion just don't understand what it is. I cannot imagine that people support this knowing what it is. That possibility frightens me more than school shootings or terrorism.

I've handled the remains of countless babies throughout all stages of gestation. What I want you to know is this: these babies have hands; they have feet. It's not just a blob of bloody tissue. It's not a metaphorical "mass of cells" or "product of conception". It's a baby. It could be your son, your granddaughter, your nephew or niece. Know that when you make your decisions to support abortion. It's ultimately not about a mother's health or her freedom to choose. It's about killing a baby. Regardless of why a woman wants to do it, in the end, a baby dies.

If you still remain on the fence, or if you just want to be challenged, I want you to read something. It's from Abby Johnson's book, "The Walls Are Talking." Here's the link. Scroll down to Chapter 7: "Frequent Fliers". I warn you in advance: when I read it, it hit me like a punch in the gut. And I'm a pretty cold-hearted guy that has seen a lot of hard things.

So, in choosing to see abortion for what it is, I cannot, in good conscience, support a candidate that is not against it. It doesn't matter what their stand is on immigration, health care or the economy. While those are all important issues, they pale when compared to abortion. It also doesn't matter that most Americans are deaf to the issue and think it's no longer germane to enlightened discussion. Until we do away with abortion in America, nothing else matters.