This Post Isn't About Coronavirus (I promise)

I don't like being told what to do. Or, more precisely, I don't like the way it feels having someone make decisions for me which I think I should be able to make for myself. As you can imagine, the last six months have been a difficult pill to swallow. Let me be blunt: I hate it all. 
I hate the stupid masks and the dumb face shields. I particularly hate it when people post pictures and videos on social media of themselves wearing them. It always seems to me that they are either virtue signaling or acquiescing to the "new norm" which makes me want to shout at the top of my lungs "Why would anyone want to normalize this?!" 
(Hang on, remember, this post isn't about the virus.)
I'm done with all of it. I never want to hear the term "social distancing" again in my life. I'm tired of re-ingesting my own breath-flavored-carbon-dioxide-laced air every time I leave the house while reliving every time my older siblings thought it would be funny t…

Nothing is G-Rated Anymore

Okay, to be fair, the movie rating system ceased to be relevant a long time ago, but the landscape upon which discerning parents must curate and filter the content available to their children's still-developing minds is becoming ever more difficult.

My recent case study on this topic comes from Netflix's reworking of the classic children's book series, The Babysitters Club. Having learned our lesson with shows like Duck Tales, my wife started watching with our daughter to make sure that it was appropriate. Sure enough, episode 4 (Mary Anne Saves the Day) takes a full cannonball off the high-dive into woke social justice dogma and modern gender theory by introducing a poor little 9-year-old boy whose parents have dressed him up like a girl.

Now, I must give some disclaimers here. I have never read a Babysitters Club book, and I haven't watched any of the other episodes of the series. That might be relevant when evaluating characters in their development through the story…

Hold the Line

I recently attended my church’s 5th-grade father-daughter dance with my daughter. The fact that 5th grade is the final year for this event at our church helped to make it a bittersweet experience. Despite my instincts toward denial, it was one more reminder of the reality that my little girl is becoming a young woman, and that the remaining moments such as these are few and fleeting.

Life is hectic and carries us on, blurring moments into hours, hours into days, and days into years, and as someone has said, the days may be long, but the years are short. For a moment, however, we have a chance to forget about bills, cars that need repaired, problems at work, and even my terrible dancing. My attention was focused instead on this precious princess twirling and swinging, cheeks red and eyes bright, safe from a dark world that will soon begin its ugly business of ripping and tearing at everything that is good in her heart. To share this moment is a privilege that exceeds what seems fitting…

The Expectation of Utopia

The secularist worldview does not acknowledge the fallenness of humanity, which leads to the expectation that a true utopia is possible. That expectation leads to an inherent dissatisfaction with life because every imperfection is held up to the standard of a perfect utopia, and that often gives rise to the frustration that some external force is holding us back, and someone is to blame. It's like a person slaving away at a perpetual motion machine. He will constantly be frustrated with his failures because he doesn't understand that the laws of physics make his goals unachievable. Christians, however, should understand that mankind is fallen, and that makes a utopia an impossible goal. The Christian's goal is instead to maximize justice, minimize human-caused suffering, and to structure our institutions in such a way to counteract as much as possible the fallenness of humanity. Instead of slaving away at making a perfect perpetual motion machine, we ought to work at making …

20 Years After Columbine: Who do we believe in?

20 years ago today, two dark-hearted young men entered the campus of Columbine High School with the goal of bringing pain and death to as many people as possible. I was 15 at the time, and this is one of the first national events that caught my attention. It left an indelible mark on my life.

Shortly after the events of the day, stories began to come out that at least two of the students who were killed were Christians, perhaps targeted for their beliefs by the killers. Eyewitness accounts say that both Cassie Bernall, and Rachel Scott were questioned about their belief in God before they were murdered.

These stories of martyrdom struck me heavily - a young person my age who, when asked with a gun pointed at her, affirmed that she believed in God. I wondered if I had the same courage. I was challenged to think about the sort of life I should live.

As is often the case with such things, as the investigation began to unfold, more information came forward that threw into question the martyr…

More Like Falling in Love? Confusing Christ-following with Romance

The chorus of the popular worship song “More Like Falling in Love” by Jason Gray shares this heartfelt sentiment:

“It's gotta be more like falling in love
Than something to believe in
More like losing my heart
Than giving my allegiance”

But, is this true? Is coming to Christ supposed to be like falling in love? Is that the picture that Scripture paints for us? If it is not from Scripture, why do we feel the need to describe a Christian’s relationship with Christ in romantic terms?

As a kid in the church, I remember many a testimony describing the moment a person “fell in love with Jesus.” We mostly knew what that meant. It was a whole-hearted paradigmatic shift, not a shallow alteration of thought or opinion. However, the "falling in love" metaphor has limits, and I fear that “More Like Falling in Love” crosses far beyond those limits to introduce a whole new set of errors – errors formed through the unholy matrimony (To use my own love metaphor) of bad theology and our …

The Transformed Wife is Uninformed: More quiver-full errors

I have written before about the many Biblical and rational errors of the anti-contraception, quiver-full movement, but it's a bit like spitting on a forest fire because as we all know, a lie travels around the world faster than the truth can put on its pants.

The following comes from the mommy blog, The Transformed Wife, in a post entitled "INVENTORS OF EVIL THINGS – A CONTRACEPTIVE MENTALITY"

[Incidently, I posted this rebuttal to The Transformed Wife's Facebook post, and she quickly deleted the post and appears to only be allowing comments favorable to her position. There's some intellectual honesty for you.]

I have attempted to address the most grievous factual/Biblical errors:
“Right before marriage, we are asked what contraceptive we’re going to use as if getting pregnant on the honeymoon would be a terrible thing.”
Getting pregnant on the honeymoon is not ideal for most couples. Having a couple of years to establish your married relationship before kids come …