Supreme Court Ruling

Well, I'm not going to make any friends with this post, but it's laying heavily on my heart. The Supreme Court ruling. We've all heard about it. What is bothering me is not necessarily the ruling, but the response to it. 

Our pastor always says, "You can't blame the lost for acting lost." But what about the "Christians"? Those that say they believe the Bible?

The Bible is very clear that homosexuality is a sin.

Leviticus 18:22 NIV

[22] “ 'Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable.

Romans 1:26-27 NIV

[26] Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. [27] In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.

1 Corinthians 6:9 NIV

[9] Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men.

Those are just a few examples. Now, I am NOT saying homosexuality is worse than say, gossiping, but the difference is that I repent of that sin and with Gods help, change my life and stop gossiping. The person living a homosexual lifestyle is not repenting and changing their ways. We are called to love the homosexual, just not the sin. 

My point here is Christians either don't know their Bible or are allowing the cultural norms to compromise their beliefs. I was incredibly saddened yesterday by the "Christians" on Facebook that were showing their support in various ways. 

We either believe all of our Bible or none of it. We can't pick and choose, to do so cheapens the gospel and is incorrect. Believing in the Bible forms a lot of our convictions and we need to stand for them!

 

Satan Loves to See You Yell

I've been thinking a lot lately about satan stealing my joy. LETTING satan steal my joy. Specifically in the area of motherhood. I remind myself every time I start to yell or get impatient with Elijah that that is what satan wants. It calms me down and I tell myself that the devil is not going to win. This article does a good job summing it up. 

http://www.foreverymom.com/this-is-what-happens-when-satan-steals-your-motherhood/ 

A Crazy Obvious Answer to Prayer

Some background. Elijah rocks sometimes to go to sleep. (Many kids from orphanages do.) Barry carries a sleeping Elijah and puts him in bed with me when he leaves for work (early) in the morning. (Being in a wheelchair, I am worried that if anything were to happen, I wouldn't be able to get there soon enough.)

The other morning, Elijah had woken up a little and had been rocking awhile. I prayed that the Lord would stop the rocking so that he could get some restful sleep. No sooner had the prayer left my lips (well, my head - it was silent) that he stopped MID-ROCK and went to sleep. Not to rock again that morning. 

It is SO cool that the Creator of the world, the solar system, the universe (check out the video http://youtu.be/rRiIWL04po8) , knows how many hairs are on my head and cares enough to answer my little prayer. (I'm not saying he doesn't care when He doesn't appear to answer them. He hears believers' prayers.) So cool. 

Marinara Sauce

This happened probably a year ago but something reminded me. Normally I cook in the crockpot and Barry serves it up. This time he was working at night and I decided to cook...with marinara sauce. My left hand (good hand) freaks out when it gets hot. Well, I was serving up the MARINARA sauce with a BIG spoon and my hand touched the side of the crockpot, freaked out and sent marinara sauce EVERYWHERE. It landed smack on the top of my head. Got all in my hair, on my clothes, the counter, the floor, the fridge, the cabinets...all I could do was laugh...and clean it up. I would have cried a year earlier (well, I wouldn't have been cooking then, but that's besides the point) but truly am at peace now. Enough at peace to laugh when red sauce lands on my head.