In the flurry of throwing half of my closet and stacks of books into my suitcase, I failed to pack my Bible. Heathen.
Being one of the extravagant Americans who owns multiple Bibles, I am enjoying using my bran-new unmarked Bible that was given to me as a graduation gift. Though my usual Bible is like a friend with its familiar notations, I'm loving reading from the clean pages. The Word is more fresh than ever- what a simple joy and a tremendous blessing.
My thoughts from my kitchen table with my daddy's black coffee... Mmm, serenity:
First, the Word:
"...I bow my knees before the Father... that according to the riches of His glory He may grant you to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith - that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with the fullness of God."
Ephesians 3:14-19
Second, the Creed:
I mentioned that my more-or-less governing principle this semester was growing in the knowledge and grace of Christ. It would appear that the precursor to this mission is to be rooted and grounded in His love... So that we may have strength to comprehend this immeasurable love... That we are filled with the fullness of God.
We're made in the image of God, so this would be our end purpose, and the glory goes to Him and Him alone. His strength even gets us to this point.
My Christmas break goal?
Marvel at Christ's love.
Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
SDG
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Hindsight
Once upon a February, I had great intentions. I had great aspirations. I was greatly motivated. I was greatly nearsighted to think that life at Patrick Henry College allows for fulfillment of these great intentions, aspirations, and sustains motivation.
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions...
Too far, too far.
My brilliant idea of blogging regularly throughout college both as a chronicle for me and a way of updating my dear family members on my life was born in February of last year before I understood what it is to be a student at PHC.
Urban Dictionary has it mostly right:
Patrick Henry College (n.)
“...many students react to their newfound freedom by studying 60 hours a week...
Patrick Henry College is also one of the only schools in the nation with a full parking lot on Friday nights and an empty one Sunday mornings. Rather than dividing themselves into groups of jocks, nerds, and the like, students recognize that they are all nerds and create pecking orders based upon competing epistemologies, opinions on different church fathers, and swing dancing ability.”
Accurate statements, the moral being that 60 hours of study, 15 hours of classes, 10 of basketball and running, 4 of chapel, and uncharted in Moot Court leave little time for breathing and sleeping. The priority level on blogging is less than well uh, medium-low. Contrary to my brother’s firm opinion, I am not a crazy partying college kid. Study parties are as wild as it gets. Nerd.
Now, as I cruise at 30,000 feet with a magnificent sunrise behind me, I am free from any academic obligation and am ready to reflect.
Going to college 2,000 miles away from home is strange. In a strange dichotomy of self you lead two lives that will never intertwine. I am stoked to return home to my family but am already eager to get back to my pseudo-family at PHC who will probably never meet my blood family. Hmmm. My life in Virginia is not defined by being a member of the Tipton family but is marked by my actions as an individual.
With individuality and independence comes a certain measure of loneliness. I have never prayed as fervently, earnestly, or diligently as I did this first semester. God has proved Himself all-knowing and all-powerful from leading me to churches to guiding me through logical proofs to getting me out of bed. He has graciously proven to be Friend, Counsellor, Comforter, and Guide.
PHC is an able tool in the hands of the Lord to demonstrate how very inadequate you are. One of the faculty members described the school as 350 big fish in a very small pond. Living surrounded by people who have twice your IQ, are more experienced than you, and more go dominate debates in England keeps you sufficiently humble.
Taking Constitutional Law from a man who has argued before the Supreme Court and attempting appellate advocacy at a school that is all but beatable in Moot Court is terrifying. I marvel that I made it through Constitutional Law not only alive but with some measure of success. I can offer no explanation but that God provided competency. How awesome that His strength is made perfect even in academic weakness. Just as He provides us with the faith He requires for salvation, He provides all that is needed for the work He has currently set before us.
I had never considered before my Logic class that God is the Master Teacher in all subjects. Jesus was undoubtedly a super-carpenter, and I have no doubt that He would have excelled at any career He undertook on earth. He would have been the best logician, engineer, doctor, or attorney the earth had ever seen. The Lord is the source of all knowledge, and He is able and willing to enlighten us for His glory.
Even so, what a joy that our only purpose is to grow in the grace and knowledge of Jesus Christ that He might be glorified. This is life’s sole focus; this protects against measuring life by tests or paper deadlines.
In the words of my roommate, my dear darling Alissa, sometimes people are just put into each others lives as friends. They don’t have to become friends, God just makes them friends. How thankful I am that this was the case for me and Alissa. Liss has challenged me, laughed with me, made me eat Oreos, and introduced me to Mumford and Sons. She has inspired me, motivated me, and provided some sense of stability in this chaotic semester. We now have an incredible group of friends- friends who pray together and demonstrate what it looks like to be brothers and sisters in Christ.
I love my life in Virginia. Every morning I can’t help but smiling when I re-realize that I am at Patrick Henry College. What a luxury, what an opportunity to take four years out of life to study and to grow.
Despite the disconnect between my two worlds, I rejoice that my God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. I hope that my education and experience is shaping my true self- Katie Tipton as I really am- so that my pseudo-family at school knows the same woman who is a member of the Tipton family.
Semester One in the books.
Sola Dei gloria.
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions...
Too far, too far.
My brilliant idea of blogging regularly throughout college both as a chronicle for me and a way of updating my dear family members on my life was born in February of last year before I understood what it is to be a student at PHC.
Urban Dictionary has it mostly right:
Patrick Henry College (n.)
“...many students react to their newfound freedom by studying 60 hours a week...
Patrick Henry College is also one of the only schools in the nation with a full parking lot on Friday nights and an empty one Sunday mornings. Rather than dividing themselves into groups of jocks, nerds, and the like, students recognize that they are all nerds and create pecking orders based upon competing epistemologies, opinions on different church fathers, and swing dancing ability.”
Accurate statements, the moral being that 60 hours of study, 15 hours of classes, 10 of basketball and running, 4 of chapel, and uncharted in Moot Court leave little time for breathing and sleeping. The priority level on blogging is less than well uh, medium-low. Contrary to my brother’s firm opinion, I am not a crazy partying college kid. Study parties are as wild as it gets. Nerd.
Now, as I cruise at 30,000 feet with a magnificent sunrise behind me, I am free from any academic obligation and am ready to reflect.
Going to college 2,000 miles away from home is strange. In a strange dichotomy of self you lead two lives that will never intertwine. I am stoked to return home to my family but am already eager to get back to my pseudo-family at PHC who will probably never meet my blood family. Hmmm. My life in Virginia is not defined by being a member of the Tipton family but is marked by my actions as an individual.
With individuality and independence comes a certain measure of loneliness. I have never prayed as fervently, earnestly, or diligently as I did this first semester. God has proved Himself all-knowing and all-powerful from leading me to churches to guiding me through logical proofs to getting me out of bed. He has graciously proven to be Friend, Counsellor, Comforter, and Guide.
PHC is an able tool in the hands of the Lord to demonstrate how very inadequate you are. One of the faculty members described the school as 350 big fish in a very small pond. Living surrounded by people who have twice your IQ, are more experienced than you, and more go dominate debates in England keeps you sufficiently humble.
Taking Constitutional Law from a man who has argued before the Supreme Court and attempting appellate advocacy at a school that is all but beatable in Moot Court is terrifying. I marvel that I made it through Constitutional Law not only alive but with some measure of success. I can offer no explanation but that God provided competency. How awesome that His strength is made perfect even in academic weakness. Just as He provides us with the faith He requires for salvation, He provides all that is needed for the work He has currently set before us.
I had never considered before my Logic class that God is the Master Teacher in all subjects. Jesus was undoubtedly a super-carpenter, and I have no doubt that He would have excelled at any career He undertook on earth. He would have been the best logician, engineer, doctor, or attorney the earth had ever seen. The Lord is the source of all knowledge, and He is able and willing to enlighten us for His glory.
Even so, what a joy that our only purpose is to grow in the grace and knowledge of Jesus Christ that He might be glorified. This is life’s sole focus; this protects against measuring life by tests or paper deadlines.
In the words of my roommate, my dear darling Alissa, sometimes people are just put into each others lives as friends. They don’t have to become friends, God just makes them friends. How thankful I am that this was the case for me and Alissa. Liss has challenged me, laughed with me, made me eat Oreos, and introduced me to Mumford and Sons. She has inspired me, motivated me, and provided some sense of stability in this chaotic semester. We now have an incredible group of friends- friends who pray together and demonstrate what it looks like to be brothers and sisters in Christ.
I love my life in Virginia. Every morning I can’t help but smiling when I re-realize that I am at Patrick Henry College. What a luxury, what an opportunity to take four years out of life to study and to grow.
Despite the disconnect between my two worlds, I rejoice that my God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. I hope that my education and experience is shaping my true self- Katie Tipton as I really am- so that my pseudo-family at school knows the same woman who is a member of the Tipton family.
Semester One in the books.
Sola Dei gloria.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Necessary Niceties
Remember the horrible blogger comment?
The aforementioned “college” commences next Monday.
Ergo, the clichéd college-blogging must begin.
Note: I typically have a strong aversion to alliteration. It just seemed... Oh, well, there is no excuse. I am bored.
Today, I write from southern Virginia- we’re finally within three hours of where I’ll spend the majority of my time for the next four years! After three days and fifteen hundred miles on Interstate 40, three hundred and fifty-four more miles on Interstate 81 will place us right on the proverbial threshold of Patrick Henry College.
As we wind our way through the Appalachians amid some of the most incredible scenery I have been privileged to see and a delightful rain shower, I am so ineffably thankful that the Lord was gracious enough to put me here for the next few years. I have had a bit of a life-philosophy shift this summer- my prayers are always, well, about my life. They often include phrases like, “Lord, where would You have me go,” “Where do You want me to go to law school,” et cetera, et cetera. However, what I ought to pray is, “God, where would it glorify You most for me to work?” and, “Lord, if it would glorify You most for me to go to law school, I will gladly follow You there. If You would be more glorified if I moved to the Amazon, so be it.” Remember Psalm 23:3? He leads us in the paths of righteousness for His Name’s sake. We just get led. Our name doesn’t get mentioned.
It’s difficult to articulate, because it’s been more of a mindset switch, but this and other things have monopolized my thoughts this summer. It has been a very melancholy, pensive summer overall!
When I first visited PHC in February, I felt strongly that my dad’s words from the fall of 2009 were prophetic- the people being trained to take back America and make a difference were coming out of PHC. However, when I was on campus in February, I knew that I could not afford tuition. We had faith that God would provide the means to travel where He had led, and His goodness has been proved repeatedly this summer. He provided through anonymous donations; He led me to start a business that has been an unbelievable financial blessing; He blessed us with scholarships I never thought I could receive. His grace has been astounding, and I feel so unworthy of His generous blessing in such a tangible way. Praise be to our Lord!
I started praying for my future roommate last fall, and it is exciting to consider that God put us together for some reason that will glorify Him. I think we will get along marvelously, because:
A) She’s a football fan.
B) She despises the Cowboys.
C) She drinks coffee.
D) She’s adventurous.
E) She reminds me of my sister.
I am psyched.
With that, I will sign off with a Proverb that I’ve read countless times but never truly fathomed until Wednesday.
Proverbs 10:29
“The way of the Lord is a stronghold to the upright, but ruin to the workers of iniquity.”
The aforementioned “college” commences next Monday.
Ergo, the clichéd college-blogging must begin.
Note: I typically have a strong aversion to alliteration. It just seemed... Oh, well, there is no excuse. I am bored.
Today, I write from southern Virginia- we’re finally within three hours of where I’ll spend the majority of my time for the next four years! After three days and fifteen hundred miles on Interstate 40, three hundred and fifty-four more miles on Interstate 81 will place us right on the proverbial threshold of Patrick Henry College.
As we wind our way through the Appalachians amid some of the most incredible scenery I have been privileged to see and a delightful rain shower, I am so ineffably thankful that the Lord was gracious enough to put me here for the next few years. I have had a bit of a life-philosophy shift this summer- my prayers are always, well, about my life. They often include phrases like, “Lord, where would You have me go,” “Where do You want me to go to law school,” et cetera, et cetera. However, what I ought to pray is, “God, where would it glorify You most for me to work?” and, “Lord, if it would glorify You most for me to go to law school, I will gladly follow You there. If You would be more glorified if I moved to the Amazon, so be it.” Remember Psalm 23:3? He leads us in the paths of righteousness for His Name’s sake. We just get led. Our name doesn’t get mentioned.
It’s difficult to articulate, because it’s been more of a mindset switch, but this and other things have monopolized my thoughts this summer. It has been a very melancholy, pensive summer overall!
When I first visited PHC in February, I felt strongly that my dad’s words from the fall of 2009 were prophetic- the people being trained to take back America and make a difference were coming out of PHC. However, when I was on campus in February, I knew that I could not afford tuition. We had faith that God would provide the means to travel where He had led, and His goodness has been proved repeatedly this summer. He provided through anonymous donations; He led me to start a business that has been an unbelievable financial blessing; He blessed us with scholarships I never thought I could receive. His grace has been astounding, and I feel so unworthy of His generous blessing in such a tangible way. Praise be to our Lord!
I started praying for my future roommate last fall, and it is exciting to consider that God put us together for some reason that will glorify Him. I think we will get along marvelously, because:
A) She’s a football fan.
B) She despises the Cowboys.
C) She drinks coffee.
D) She’s adventurous.
E) She reminds me of my sister.
I am psyched.
With that, I will sign off with a Proverb that I’ve read countless times but never truly fathomed until Wednesday.
Proverbs 10:29
“The way of the Lord is a stronghold to the upright, but ruin to the workers of iniquity.”
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Battle Tactics
I am a horrible blogger. There will never be any point in following my blog, because I will fail to post anything about major life events.
Sigh.
This will be corrected in college.
A couple of Saturdays ago I was blessed to graduate in the Class of 2011. My education up until this point has been a testimony to God's provision and grace. It's a good story. :)
The ironic thing about this particular graduation ceremony is that my senior year is far from over. I thought that senioritis was a myth or at least a conquerable condition, but apparently I am a much less persevering person than I thought. My prayers each morning have been for the strength and focus to accomplish even one menial task. Wow. ;)
The world is well aware that Kate and William's lime light was stolen this week by the assassination of Usama bin Laden. I am so proud of our troops and... our president. I said it, and I truly am. President Obama is our Commander-in-Chief, and he made a risky move to order the ground mission that did justice to a man who killed thousands of Americans. Excellent work.
Though I almost hurt for bin Laden, as he had to go face the God Who avenges, I am so thankful for his death. 1. Induced by the peace-sayers or not, there has been a mini-return to patriotism in the past couple of days. 2. Perhaps... just maybe (though now unlikely with the roguish behavior of Pakistan), our troops can come home. This particular detail holds much significance for me personally.
I was reading in I Chronicles 14 the other morning where God uses David to twice defeat the raiding Philistine army. The first time, David is told to go up at them, and God gives them into David's hand. The second time, God gives David a completely different strategy, but the Philistines were still struck down.
I pray that when I have similar experiences I will never look at it the second time as, "I've been here before, and I know what to do." Rather, may I stay humble, knowing that if I do not fight according to the Lord's plans defeat is certain. May I lean on the Lord to carry me through using whatever method pleases Him.
Sigh.
This will be corrected in college.
A couple of Saturdays ago I was blessed to graduate in the Class of 2011. My education up until this point has been a testimony to God's provision and grace. It's a good story. :)
The ironic thing about this particular graduation ceremony is that my senior year is far from over. I thought that senioritis was a myth or at least a conquerable condition, but apparently I am a much less persevering person than I thought. My prayers each morning have been for the strength and focus to accomplish even one menial task. Wow. ;)
The world is well aware that Kate and William's lime light was stolen this week by the assassination of Usama bin Laden. I am so proud of our troops and... our president. I said it, and I truly am. President Obama is our Commander-in-Chief, and he made a risky move to order the ground mission that did justice to a man who killed thousands of Americans. Excellent work.
Though I almost hurt for bin Laden, as he had to go face the God Who avenges, I am so thankful for his death. 1. Induced by the peace-sayers or not, there has been a mini-return to patriotism in the past couple of days. 2. Perhaps... just maybe (though now unlikely with the roguish behavior of Pakistan), our troops can come home. This particular detail holds much significance for me personally.
I was reading in I Chronicles 14 the other morning where God uses David to twice defeat the raiding Philistine army. The first time, David is told to go up at them, and God gives them into David's hand. The second time, God gives David a completely different strategy, but the Philistines were still struck down.
I pray that when I have similar experiences I will never look at it the second time as, "I've been here before, and I know what to do." Rather, may I stay humble, knowing that if I do not fight according to the Lord's plans defeat is certain. May I lean on the Lord to carry me through using whatever method pleases Him.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
A Call to Patriotism
Robert Frost was probably the closest thing to a poet laureate that America has been blessed to have. He wrote and read this poem, "The Gift Outright," for the inauguration of John F. Kennedy in 1961. In light of the historical contest, I think it is safe to say that this was a cry to return to the patriotism exemplified by our forefathers. In light of much of the apathy toward our freedom seen in America today, I think it remains very relevant.
The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
War of the Worlds
Music is all about the current mood for me. I'll range from the Zac Brown Band to Chris Tomlin. Occasionally I'll mix in some Handel and then go and bump Lecrae. During the basketball season I usually rock Dropkick Murphys or Demon Hunter.
Despite my musical fickleness, I never thought that I would actually spend a Tuesday evening at a metalcore concert. A full-out metalcore concert. Six bands. Madness.
Two Christian bands- In the Midst of Lions and For Today (who was headlining)- were playing in the show. Ben asked me to come with him, and I was happy to hang with my brother. However, the four other bands were about as satanic as anything I have ever run into. Our group was rather shocked not only at the appearance of addiction and the copious cussing but for their obvious hate for their Creator.
At about 8:30 last night I determined that metalcore concerts are the perfect illustration of the spiritual war going on around us. My heart broke for particularly Motionless in White who felt the need to bash the Lord and attempt to undermine everything In the Midst of Lions had said and For Today would proclaim. The guys in Motionless in White obviously have a powerful influence over their fans, and the way they are used to lead others astray was just heartrending. The music of these satanic bands is so violent and filled with wickedness that I was surprised kids weren't shirking people and giving rein to their angry inclinations. I stayed close to Ben the whole evening.
So often I forget that there is a spiritual dimension to life and that the enemy prowls about like a lion seeking whom he may destroy. However, may I never forget that I serve the victorious side. Christ defeated death and the grave by His resurrection. The best Satan can do now is throw up smoke (and last night illustrated this in the most literal sense of the word) screens.
God is a powerful God, and the last two bands (before For Today) ran into technical difficulties that limited their playing time. Heh, heh. For Today preached truth and love and the need for the gospel straight up, and it was beautiful. This is only the second night of this tour, so those guys have a door for ministry opened as wide as the Red Sea. Furthermore, the lead screamer from Motionless in White, the one warring against the God who died for him, was in the back corner of the stage while For Today was playing singing every single word. For Today has passages of their songs that are pure Scripture.
Pray for the guys especially from Motionless in White. They are lost souls and are being used to lead more astray. Pray for For Today and In the Midst of Lions. They truly are in the midst of lions, and they need the Lord's strength to endure, stand for Truth, and show love to those who may have never been shown real love.
Paul nailed this in II Corinthians 10:3-5:
"For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh, for the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of fortresses. We are destroying speculations and ever lofty thing raised up against the knowledge of God, and we are taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ."
I could not be happier that I went to this concert. I'm just about the nicest sister ever. ;)
Despite my musical fickleness, I never thought that I would actually spend a Tuesday evening at a metalcore concert. A full-out metalcore concert. Six bands. Madness.
Two Christian bands- In the Midst of Lions and For Today (who was headlining)- were playing in the show. Ben asked me to come with him, and I was happy to hang with my brother. However, the four other bands were about as satanic as anything I have ever run into. Our group was rather shocked not only at the appearance of addiction and the copious cussing but for their obvious hate for their Creator.
At about 8:30 last night I determined that metalcore concerts are the perfect illustration of the spiritual war going on around us. My heart broke for particularly Motionless in White who felt the need to bash the Lord and attempt to undermine everything In the Midst of Lions had said and For Today would proclaim. The guys in Motionless in White obviously have a powerful influence over their fans, and the way they are used to lead others astray was just heartrending. The music of these satanic bands is so violent and filled with wickedness that I was surprised kids weren't shirking people and giving rein to their angry inclinations. I stayed close to Ben the whole evening.
So often I forget that there is a spiritual dimension to life and that the enemy prowls about like a lion seeking whom he may destroy. However, may I never forget that I serve the victorious side. Christ defeated death and the grave by His resurrection. The best Satan can do now is throw up smoke (and last night illustrated this in the most literal sense of the word) screens.
God is a powerful God, and the last two bands (before For Today) ran into technical difficulties that limited their playing time. Heh, heh. For Today preached truth and love and the need for the gospel straight up, and it was beautiful. This is only the second night of this tour, so those guys have a door for ministry opened as wide as the Red Sea. Furthermore, the lead screamer from Motionless in White, the one warring against the God who died for him, was in the back corner of the stage while For Today was playing singing every single word. For Today has passages of their songs that are pure Scripture.
Pray for the guys especially from Motionless in White. They are lost souls and are being used to lead more astray. Pray for For Today and In the Midst of Lions. They truly are in the midst of lions, and they need the Lord's strength to endure, stand for Truth, and show love to those who may have never been shown real love.
Paul nailed this in II Corinthians 10:3-5:
"For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh, for the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of fortresses. We are destroying speculations and ever lofty thing raised up against the knowledge of God, and we are taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ."
I could not be happier that I went to this concert. I'm just about the nicest sister ever. ;)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Folly and the Fed
Things that frustrate me:
1. Lack of political integrity.
The government should exercise self-restraint and pass fiscal budgets. Furthermore, a budget should not have to be wheeled in on a dolly. Statist-minded politicians forget that they are public servants and almost pushed our government to a shutdown this weekend that would have victimized the men and women now fighting for foreign commanders under the heading of NATO in Libya. Apparently keeping taxpayer funding to Planned Parenthood (among other matters) was worth jeopardizing the entire functionality of the federal government. As could be expected, the statists secured Planned Parenthood’s funds but made a last-minute reach across the aisle to compromise. Construction of their political pedestals thereby began with the completion date set for 11-06-12. Ludicrous.
2. Lack of standards.
Finances are heavy on my mind. The U.S. dollar means next to nothing. It is a number in a system at best; riches are a figment of the imagination at worst. Inflation is ballooning almost as quickly as the debt deepens. We are dependent upon China to buy our debt every Tuesday. When they make the decision to not do this some week based on the premise that our money has no value, America will wake up to a charming Black Wednesday. This is all the progeny of the failure of the government to mandate that money should carry an honest value and no more is spent than what is in hand. The citizens are not exonerated: a corrupt Republican government is produced by the voters.
“O, righteous God, who searches minds and hearts, bring to an end the violence of the wicked and make the righteous secure.” Psalm 7:9
1. Lack of political integrity.
The government should exercise self-restraint and pass fiscal budgets. Furthermore, a budget should not have to be wheeled in on a dolly. Statist-minded politicians forget that they are public servants and almost pushed our government to a shutdown this weekend that would have victimized the men and women now fighting for foreign commanders under the heading of NATO in Libya. Apparently keeping taxpayer funding to Planned Parenthood (among other matters) was worth jeopardizing the entire functionality of the federal government. As could be expected, the statists secured Planned Parenthood’s funds but made a last-minute reach across the aisle to compromise. Construction of their political pedestals thereby began with the completion date set for 11-06-12. Ludicrous.
2. Lack of standards.
Finances are heavy on my mind. The U.S. dollar means next to nothing. It is a number in a system at best; riches are a figment of the imagination at worst. Inflation is ballooning almost as quickly as the debt deepens. We are dependent upon China to buy our debt every Tuesday. When they make the decision to not do this some week based on the premise that our money has no value, America will wake up to a charming Black Wednesday. This is all the progeny of the failure of the government to mandate that money should carry an honest value and no more is spent than what is in hand. The citizens are not exonerated: a corrupt Republican government is produced by the voters.
“O, righteous God, who searches minds and hearts, bring to an end the violence of the wicked and make the righteous secure.” Psalm 7:9
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