I shook my head and couldn't believe Jimmy McMillan and his party of "The Rent is too d*** high". It caused a lot of pundits to smile and even a few to agree that the rent is too d*** high.
Since then (although I don't use those words) a couple of times I've sat at my desk and thought. "Writing is too hard". It is you know. It is very hard.
It's frustrating when I have a brilliant idea and can't hang on to the right words long enough to grab that pen and paper.
It's hard when I have to read some passage from The Chicago Manual of Style five times because I just don't understand (and maybe don't want to understand).
It's gut wrenching to read that rejection e-mail and wonder if you will ever get that piece published.
WRITING IS HARD
But...on the other hand....writing is a calling that I just can't abandon.
So today....I'm at my desk - once again. Praying for inspiration - once again. Refusing to clean the den until I write 1,000 words - once again. Hearing my mother call and begging her not to interrupt the process - once again. Feeling guilty about all the things that need to be done and yet here I sit - uninspired - once again. Holding on to the promise that if I force myself to continue the process and to push through all this, I'll finally be published - once again.
I think it's that last once again that keeps us all pushing and writing. For comfort I read a quick passage from Jim Denny's book, Quit your day job!
I have actually met a surprising number of unpublished writers who are probably a good deal more talented than I am - but they'll never get published. When I've asked them about their disciplines and habits, they've told me they have none. They write only when "inspired." When I've suggested that they need a daily writing routine, they adamantly resist my advice. They have their idealized image of "the writing life" and they don't want the realities of hard work, focus, discipline, and persistence to mess that up.
Writing is a job - a tough and demanding job. You can't succeed as a writer until you understand and accept that fact.
Thanks Jim...I needed that!
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Monday, November 15, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Don't let the Beetles destroy your writing
No, I'm not talking about the singing group. I'm positive that writers have the ability to attract beetles that will effectively destroy their best work. I've watched the insect variety destroy my best roses while the the smallest beetle works on other various flowers in my garden. I've tromped down woodland paths and seen how their constant chewing has brought down even the mightiest of trees.
According to Wikipedia....."Beetles are the group of insects with the largest number of known species. They constitute the order Coleoptera which contains more described species than in any other order in the animal kingdom, constituting about 25% of all known life-forms. About 40% of all described insect species are beetles (about 400,000 species), and new species are frequently discovered. Some estimates put the total number of species, described and undescribed, at as high as 100 million, but 1 million is a more likely figure."
I think we should add a new beetle species. I like to call it "journaoptera". This species of beetle is dedicated to eating away at your work by creating tiny holes that weaken your piece. The "justaminute" beetle refuses to latch on to the host. This culprit quietly calls to you from another room or makes a quick call on the cell phone. "Can you help me for just a minute. It won't take long. I promise." The front fangs are laden with a sugary substance that numbs their bite and makes you feel guilty if you don't leave your work.
Another insect in this species is the "depromioptic". This little creature makes his home just under your eyelid. He is the tiniest insect yet his poison is the most deadly. Every time you look at your work, his poison covers your eyes with doubt. Each word takes on a clouded perception allowing his partner "giveitupfornow" to convince you that your piece will never be ready. Victims embeded with these two insects rarely send their work to an editor. The devastation they produce leaves a weak area where "discouragatic" can enter and bury his blood sucking fangs. This beetle will gorge on the life blood of creativity until the writer is so weak that producing saleable work seems like an insurmountable task.
The nastiest beetle is the "contradicanub". This insect carries guilt like a tanker carries gas. He sits on top of the skin making thousands of little scratches and depositing guilt until it covers the writer like a heavy blanket. "You can't write today. You promised to take your mother to the store. Don't finish that article until the house is totally cleaned. That information can wait until you spend time with your husband. You need rest...you can't be nice to your family and write until you get some rest. How can you spend time at the computer when your church needs you? After all, don't most famous writers recommend that you get out there and live life? What about your children? Who comes first, the work of God or your writing?"
Beetles can destroy your writing. Beetles can eat away at your work until you lose your desire to do what God has called you to do. Arm yourself with the right kind of insecticide.
Read good books on writing. Pray about your calling. Realize that most men and women who do what God has called them to do - had to sacrifice in order to get the job done. Don't let anything come between you and what God has called you to do!
Publish his glorious deeds among the nations. Tell everyone about the amazing things he does. Psalm 96:3
Have you encountered a writing beetle? If so, let me know about it.
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
According to Wikipedia....."Beetles are the group of insects with the largest number of known species. They constitute the order Coleoptera which contains more described species than in any other order in the animal kingdom, constituting about 25% of all known life-forms. About 40% of all described insect species are beetles (about 400,000 species), and new species are frequently discovered. Some estimates put the total number of species, described and undescribed, at as high as 100 million, but 1 million is a more likely figure."
I think we should add a new beetle species. I like to call it "journaoptera". This species of beetle is dedicated to eating away at your work by creating tiny holes that weaken your piece. The "justaminute" beetle refuses to latch on to the host. This culprit quietly calls to you from another room or makes a quick call on the cell phone. "Can you help me for just a minute. It won't take long. I promise." The front fangs are laden with a sugary substance that numbs their bite and makes you feel guilty if you don't leave your work.
Another insect in this species is the "depromioptic". This little creature makes his home just under your eyelid. He is the tiniest insect yet his poison is the most deadly. Every time you look at your work, his poison covers your eyes with doubt. Each word takes on a clouded perception allowing his partner "giveitupfornow" to convince you that your piece will never be ready. Victims embeded with these two insects rarely send their work to an editor. The devastation they produce leaves a weak area where "discouragatic" can enter and bury his blood sucking fangs. This beetle will gorge on the life blood of creativity until the writer is so weak that producing saleable work seems like an insurmountable task.
The nastiest beetle is the "contradicanub". This insect carries guilt like a tanker carries gas. He sits on top of the skin making thousands of little scratches and depositing guilt until it covers the writer like a heavy blanket. "You can't write today. You promised to take your mother to the store. Don't finish that article until the house is totally cleaned. That information can wait until you spend time with your husband. You need rest...you can't be nice to your family and write until you get some rest. How can you spend time at the computer when your church needs you? After all, don't most famous writers recommend that you get out there and live life? What about your children? Who comes first, the work of God or your writing?"
Beetles can destroy your writing. Beetles can eat away at your work until you lose your desire to do what God has called you to do. Arm yourself with the right kind of insecticide.
Read good books on writing. Pray about your calling. Realize that most men and women who do what God has called them to do - had to sacrifice in order to get the job done. Don't let anything come between you and what God has called you to do!
Publish his glorious deeds among the nations. Tell everyone about the amazing things he does. Psalm 96:3
Have you encountered a writing beetle? If so, let me know about it.
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Are you interesting?
It really didn't matter what they talked about, you just couldn't wait to get away! Why? Perhaps it's a good friend, a special Uncle or a child you love dearly....but still....you are bored and can't wait to bail.
And then you meet with a dear friend that seems to be able to make anything interesting. You laugh at the dumbest stuff and you sit on the edge of your seat engrossed in some story about how dull life really is. What makes the difference?
Your slant on life can be the difference in conversation (or writing) that depresses the listener and conversation that lifts the listener. So what changes our slant?
Social psychology proves that when a person is engaged in life their outlook is different from those that seem to cocoon. In the writing world that is especially true.
If all you do is write about your opinions and your life, your writing will seem flat and uninteresting.
But, if you take the time to get involved with others, listen to their opinions, lift the veil and look at problems from their point of view....your writing will be like a fine tapestry rug. There will be depth and beauty entwined in everything you write.
So today I beg you to get out of the house. Make time to live your life, visit with friends, talk to relatives. Enjoy who you are and the things God has placed around you. Then, when you come back to your office to write - let all that sunshine filter through and highlight new colors and textures.
Could be...this will be the day inspiration flows through you like sunshine through fall leaves.
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Hurricane Writing
For marriage, words can be the most powerful advantage or disadvantage. We all know how a sweet compliment from our spouse can make our day. We also know how a disagreement over breakfast can ruin our day.
For parenting, words can be the most powerful trainer in your child's life. It's been proven that it takes 10 compliments or praises from a parent to cancel out one negative statement.
Words are powerful. Words can also impact groups and nations. In 1946 Frank Capra directed the movie "It's a Wonderful Life." He adapted it from a screenplay by Goodrich and Hackett. If you haven't seen it, it's a must! The moral of the movie is that no one is an island. Everyone has an influence over someone else. Because of that, suicide is never an option and neither is wishing you were dead. All of us can go back and find a "good" reason for our life. No matter how tragic the events of our life, there was some point where something we said or did changed the course of another person's life. That's why our actions matter. That's why our lives matter. We cause change to those around us. Anytime this movie played the theatrical owners receive letters from people who were contemplating suicide and change their minds because of the movie. The year it was released, thousands sent in letters. There have been thousands more since then.
I was thrilled to have another article published on line by Marriage Partnership and Kyria.com (a division of Christianity Today). The article was titled, Does Faith Hide Marital Abuse? and it was an explanation of how scripture can be twisted to keep victims in abusive marriages.
This article has once again taught me that all writers must be concerned about their holy calling. We must continue to write even when storms swirl around us. We must push even when everything seems to be stamped with rejection. Even when it seems we make more mistakes than we should, we must keep writing. God can't use our words unless we continue to produce words!
Early in the comments on my article a woman admitted that she was contemplating suicide. Several readers responded to her and so did I. Just yesterday she posted that she had decided not to commit suicide. I cried and prayed for her for hours. I was thrilled that she had found hope in the words I used.
Here's my hope for you. Anyone writing that article could have been used by God. It's not me...it's writing stuff that we know God can use. It's addressing the problems we see and using whatever form we like. Perhaps you use fiction better than poems. Whatever way is best for you - address the issues and write!
Writing has been painful for me lately. My 82-year old mother fell and broke her foot. I had to drive to Georgia and bring her here. She can't use crutches and I have to take care of her completely. She has dementia and Obsessive Compulsive disorder plus several immune diseases. It's been difficult for the last six weeks. Last Tuesday, my son when back to Georgia to get my 78 year old Dad. They both will be here until after Christmas. There's a lot to do for both of them. And...Ron still is without work, bla, bla, bla....
After talking with Jim Denney and Barbara Curtis I decided that perhaps God was teaching me a difficult lesson. Perhaps he wanted me to learn how to write in a Hurricane. I pushed to write the article for Marriage Partnership and to work on others. I'm still pushing to finish a book. A minute here, an hour there, stay up late, get up early, miss that function, sneak away from mother here......it all adds up to producing another piece of writing.
Please don't believe Satan's evil words. When he says, "You can't do that. Put it off. It's too hard. You just don't have time." - get back in his face and scream...."I'LL MAKE TIME".
I'm friends with someone who was a fantastic writer. He had several things published and could have had a prominent career. Unfortunately he let his daily life come before his writing. He used day to day life as an excuse for not producing. He's now very ill and may lose his life. He still talks about the book he wanted to write and the things he could have done. How sad for him and for the world that his time is gone and those ideas will never be shared with others.
Your writing is important. God can use you. Don't let the little things - or even the big things in life keep you from being used by God. Who knows, you may save a life or even a country!
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
For parenting, words can be the most powerful trainer in your child's life. It's been proven that it takes 10 compliments or praises from a parent to cancel out one negative statement.
Words are powerful. Words can also impact groups and nations. In 1946 Frank Capra directed the movie "It's a Wonderful Life." He adapted it from a screenplay by Goodrich and Hackett. If you haven't seen it, it's a must! The moral of the movie is that no one is an island. Everyone has an influence over someone else. Because of that, suicide is never an option and neither is wishing you were dead. All of us can go back and find a "good" reason for our life. No matter how tragic the events of our life, there was some point where something we said or did changed the course of another person's life. That's why our actions matter. That's why our lives matter. We cause change to those around us. Anytime this movie played the theatrical owners receive letters from people who were contemplating suicide and change their minds because of the movie. The year it was released, thousands sent in letters. There have been thousands more since then.
I was thrilled to have another article published on line by Marriage Partnership and Kyria.com (a division of Christianity Today). The article was titled, Does Faith Hide Marital Abuse? and it was an explanation of how scripture can be twisted to keep victims in abusive marriages.
This article has once again taught me that all writers must be concerned about their holy calling. We must continue to write even when storms swirl around us. We must push even when everything seems to be stamped with rejection. Even when it seems we make more mistakes than we should, we must keep writing. God can't use our words unless we continue to produce words!
Early in the comments on my article a woman admitted that she was contemplating suicide. Several readers responded to her and so did I. Just yesterday she posted that she had decided not to commit suicide. I cried and prayed for her for hours. I was thrilled that she had found hope in the words I used.
Here's my hope for you. Anyone writing that article could have been used by God. It's not me...it's writing stuff that we know God can use. It's addressing the problems we see and using whatever form we like. Perhaps you use fiction better than poems. Whatever way is best for you - address the issues and write!
Writing has been painful for me lately. My 82-year old mother fell and broke her foot. I had to drive to Georgia and bring her here. She can't use crutches and I have to take care of her completely. She has dementia and Obsessive Compulsive disorder plus several immune diseases. It's been difficult for the last six weeks. Last Tuesday, my son when back to Georgia to get my 78 year old Dad. They both will be here until after Christmas. There's a lot to do for both of them. And...Ron still is without work, bla, bla, bla....
After talking with Jim Denney and Barbara Curtis I decided that perhaps God was teaching me a difficult lesson. Perhaps he wanted me to learn how to write in a Hurricane. I pushed to write the article for Marriage Partnership and to work on others. I'm still pushing to finish a book. A minute here, an hour there, stay up late, get up early, miss that function, sneak away from mother here......it all adds up to producing another piece of writing.
Please don't believe Satan's evil words. When he says, "You can't do that. Put it off. It's too hard. You just don't have time." - get back in his face and scream...."I'LL MAKE TIME".
I'm friends with someone who was a fantastic writer. He had several things published and could have had a prominent career. Unfortunately he let his daily life come before his writing. He used day to day life as an excuse for not producing. He's now very ill and may lose his life. He still talks about the book he wanted to write and the things he could have done. How sad for him and for the world that his time is gone and those ideas will never be shared with others.
Your writing is important. God can use you. Don't let the little things - or even the big things in life keep you from being used by God. Who knows, you may save a life or even a country!
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Thursday, October 7, 2010
This is so true! Thanks Rodney Atkins!
I don't usually post family things on this blog.....but this is so true. Get out your kleenex and be prepared to get on your knees.
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Saturday, October 2, 2010
We all have a part to play....
Two weeks ago my husband and I drove to Georgia to get my mother. She is 82 and had broken her foot. Dad at 78 is not able to care for her. I knew it was going to demand a lot of my time but chose to make sure this was a "sharing" and "loving" time for us both. We have been reading and praying together and it's been a sweet time that I will always remember.
Today we started an older book of Max Lucado's. I thought of all of you while we were reading. As authors we work hard to perfect our craft....and yet we also know that without God's inspiration every word we use is nothing more than dribble. I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Max Lucado's book When God Whispers Your Name.
My wife loves antiques. I don't. (I find them a bit old.) But because I love my wife, I occasionally find myself guiding three children through an antique store while Denalyn shops.
Such is the price of love.
The secret to survival in a shop of relics is to find a chair and an old book and settle down for the long haul. That's what I did yesterday. After cautioning the kids to look with their eyes and not with their hands, I sat down in a overstuffed rocker with some Life magazines from the fifties.
That's when I heard the music. Piano Music. Beautiful music. Vintage Rogers and Hammerstein. The hills were alive with the sound of someone's skill at the keyboard.
I turned to see who was playing, but couldn't see anyone. I stood and walked closer. A small group of listeners had gathered at the old upright piano. Between the furniture I could see the small back of the pianist. Why, it's only a child! With a few more steps I could see her hair. Short, blonde, and cute like...My heart, it's Andrea!
Our seven-year-old was at the piano, her hands racing up and down the keyboard. I was stunned. What gift of heaven is this that she can play in such a way? Must be a time-released gene she got from my side of the family. But as I drew closer, I saw the real reason. Andrea was "playing" a player piano. She wasn't making the music; she was following it. She wasn't commanding the keyboard; she was trying to keep up with it. Though it appeared she was playing the song, in reality, she was only trying to keep up with one already written. When a key would dip, her hands would dash.
Oh, but if you could have seen her little face, delighted with laughter! Eyes dancing as would her feet had she been able to stand and play at the same time.
I could see why she was so happy. She sat down to attempt "chopsticks" but instead played "The Sound of Music." What's more, she couldn't fail. One greater than she was dictating the sound. Andrea was free to play as much as she wanted, knowing the music would never suffer.
It's no wonder she rejoiced. She had every reason to. And so do we.
Hasn't God promised the same to us? We sit at the keyboard, willing to play the only song we know, only to discover a new song. A sublime song. And nobody is more surprised than we are when our meager efforts are converted into melodious moments.
You have one, you know, a song all your own. Each of us does. The only question is, will you play it?
By the way, as I watched Andrea "play" that day in the antique store I observed a couple of things.
I noticed the piano got all the credit. The gathered crowd appreciated Andrea's efforts, but they knew the real source of the music. when God works, the same is true. We may applaud the disciple, but no one knows better than the disciple who really deserves the praise.
But that doesn't keep the disciple from sitting at the bench. It sure didn't keep Andrea from sitting at the piano. Why? Because she knew she couldn't fail. Even though she didn't understand how it worked, she knew it did.
So she sat at the keyboard - and had the time of her life.
Even though you may not understand how God works, you know he does.
So go ahead. Pull up a bench, take your seat at the piano, and play.
As Writers we need to pray for heavenly inspiration and intervention. As authors we know that He needs our willing hands to pen the words that He knows will inspire readers into action. We also know that the work ends when we refuse to make the time and effort to be His willing hands.
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Today we started an older book of Max Lucado's. I thought of all of you while we were reading. As authors we work hard to perfect our craft....and yet we also know that without God's inspiration every word we use is nothing more than dribble. I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Max Lucado's book When God Whispers Your Name.
My wife loves antiques. I don't. (I find them a bit old.) But because I love my wife, I occasionally find myself guiding three children through an antique store while Denalyn shops.
Such is the price of love.
The secret to survival in a shop of relics is to find a chair and an old book and settle down for the long haul. That's what I did yesterday. After cautioning the kids to look with their eyes and not with their hands, I sat down in a overstuffed rocker with some Life magazines from the fifties.
That's when I heard the music. Piano Music. Beautiful music. Vintage Rogers and Hammerstein. The hills were alive with the sound of someone's skill at the keyboard.
I turned to see who was playing, but couldn't see anyone. I stood and walked closer. A small group of listeners had gathered at the old upright piano. Between the furniture I could see the small back of the pianist. Why, it's only a child! With a few more steps I could see her hair. Short, blonde, and cute like...My heart, it's Andrea!
Our seven-year-old was at the piano, her hands racing up and down the keyboard. I was stunned. What gift of heaven is this that she can play in such a way? Must be a time-released gene she got from my side of the family. But as I drew closer, I saw the real reason. Andrea was "playing" a player piano. She wasn't making the music; she was following it. She wasn't commanding the keyboard; she was trying to keep up with it. Though it appeared she was playing the song, in reality, she was only trying to keep up with one already written. When a key would dip, her hands would dash.
Oh, but if you could have seen her little face, delighted with laughter! Eyes dancing as would her feet had she been able to stand and play at the same time.
I could see why she was so happy. She sat down to attempt "chopsticks" but instead played "The Sound of Music." What's more, she couldn't fail. One greater than she was dictating the sound. Andrea was free to play as much as she wanted, knowing the music would never suffer.
It's no wonder she rejoiced. She had every reason to. And so do we.
Hasn't God promised the same to us? We sit at the keyboard, willing to play the only song we know, only to discover a new song. A sublime song. And nobody is more surprised than we are when our meager efforts are converted into melodious moments.
You have one, you know, a song all your own. Each of us does. The only question is, will you play it?
By the way, as I watched Andrea "play" that day in the antique store I observed a couple of things.
I noticed the piano got all the credit. The gathered crowd appreciated Andrea's efforts, but they knew the real source of the music. when God works, the same is true. We may applaud the disciple, but no one knows better than the disciple who really deserves the praise.
But that doesn't keep the disciple from sitting at the bench. It sure didn't keep Andrea from sitting at the piano. Why? Because she knew she couldn't fail. Even though she didn't understand how it worked, she knew it did.
So she sat at the keyboard - and had the time of her life.
Even though you may not understand how God works, you know he does.
So go ahead. Pull up a bench, take your seat at the piano, and play.
As Writers we need to pray for heavenly inspiration and intervention. As authors we know that He needs our willing hands to pen the words that He knows will inspire readers into action. We also know that the work ends when we refuse to make the time and effort to be His willing hands.
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Monday, September 27, 2010
Help Get the word out!!!
As writer's we are called to get the truth to every living creature! When there's a storm coming it is our job to let people know about it. The following is a post I wrote on my other two blogs. I hope that you will find a way to pass this discussion on and to get as many people talking about it as possible. Let me know if you are inspired to write something about this. I would like to know your thoughts.
Our country is in chaos! Our world is on the verge of another world war! Murder, drugs, crime - it's all over America and the world. Why would any young couple want to have children now?
What if your child will be the person God had designed to bring this country back to Him? What if your child was destined to be the next Billy Graham or the next great gospel singer or the mother of the minister that would show millions to Christ? What if your child was God's pick for the president of the United States in 2040? What if your child is one of many that will join together to fight against the loss of our religious freedoms? Maybe she's to be the next great missionary and will have the powerful words that will change millions of muslims or atheists or buddist or whatever to God. What if your child may face danger....but his/her heroic acts will destroy the next Hitler?
"But Debbie, is it fair to bring a child into a life where he may suffer?"
"Suffering is a part of life. We all suffer in many ways. The only thing that makes our measly little lives count is that we Overcome suffering and that we get through those hard times with grace and with honor and with dignity. Avoiding pain while others suffer is the coward's way out. It's sad that even if your child isn't born....you've still made him a coward. You've made the choice for him."
"I'm not making that choice just because I don't want to see him suffer!"
"Yes, you are. You are saying to the world that your bloodline has nothing to offer. You couldn't possibly have a child that would be a strong hero or that would offer ideas and plans for a better future. Your only hope is that you give your child an easy enough time so he wouldn't have to work hard. You have said to the world and more importantly to God that you will not allow your future child the opportunity to be a major player in God's plan? Do you have that right?"
I hope you will watch this terrifying video and tell all your friends about it. The best way to conquer any country or any religion is quietly - by simply over populating them with another culture. God have mercy on us! While we play church and go about our selfish lives....the enemy creeps closer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz1EMqp341I
Debbie....do you hate muslims? Asolutely NOT! But...I do think their religion or cult or whatever you want to call it is a threat to freedom of religion and other social freedoms. They believe that they have a right to kill infidels and they define that as anyone who is not muslim. When they enter a country it is not with the intent to blend in but rather to force their lifestyle and opinions on others. That is the danger. I have a link in the sidebar that will take you to a website Islam - Religion of peace? that will not only explain what they believe but will also list the ways they intend to carry out their missions. The most striking thing for me was to learn that they believe in lying. Lying to the infidel is not only taught it is rewarded.
I simply think we need to be informed and we need to be pro-active. I can't be the frog that thinks he's soaking in a nice hot tub only to find out too late that he's being boiled to death!
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
Why would anyone want to have children now?
Our country is in chaos! Our world is on the verge of another world war! Murder, drugs, crime - it's all over America and the world. Why would any young couple want to have children now?
What if your child will be the person God had designed to bring this country back to Him? What if your child was destined to be the next Billy Graham or the next great gospel singer or the mother of the minister that would show millions to Christ? What if your child was God's pick for the president of the United States in 2040? What if your child is one of many that will join together to fight against the loss of our religious freedoms? Maybe she's to be the next great missionary and will have the powerful words that will change millions of muslims or atheists or buddist or whatever to God. What if your child may face danger....but his/her heroic acts will destroy the next Hitler?
"But Debbie, is it fair to bring a child into a life where he may suffer?"
"Suffering is a part of life. We all suffer in many ways. The only thing that makes our measly little lives count is that we Overcome suffering and that we get through those hard times with grace and with honor and with dignity. Avoiding pain while others suffer is the coward's way out. It's sad that even if your child isn't born....you've still made him a coward. You've made the choice for him."
"I'm not making that choice just because I don't want to see him suffer!"
"Yes, you are. You are saying to the world that your bloodline has nothing to offer. You couldn't possibly have a child that would be a strong hero or that would offer ideas and plans for a better future. Your only hope is that you give your child an easy enough time so he wouldn't have to work hard. You have said to the world and more importantly to God that you will not allow your future child the opportunity to be a major player in God's plan? Do you have that right?"
I hope you will watch this terrifying video and tell all your friends about it. The best way to conquer any country or any religion is quietly - by simply over populating them with another culture. God have mercy on us! While we play church and go about our selfish lives....the enemy creeps closer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz1EMqp341I
Debbie....do you hate muslims? Asolutely NOT! But...I do think their religion or cult or whatever you want to call it is a threat to freedom of religion and other social freedoms. They believe that they have a right to kill infidels and they define that as anyone who is not muslim. When they enter a country it is not with the intent to blend in but rather to force their lifestyle and opinions on others. That is the danger. I have a link in the sidebar that will take you to a website Islam - Religion of peace? that will not only explain what they believe but will also list the ways they intend to carry out their missions. The most striking thing for me was to learn that they believe in lying. Lying to the infidel is not only taught it is rewarded.
I simply think we need to be informed and we need to be pro-active. I can't be the frog that thinks he's soaking in a nice hot tub only to find out too late that he's being boiled to death!
God loves you and has called you to write,
Debbie
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