Saturday, July 21, 2007

Ayaan Hirsi Ali Is My Hero


Watch this video and see why. Watch, as Avi Lewis, a liberal Canadian, interviews Hirsi Ali, and scoffs at her critique of Islam, and her notions of Democracy in general, and America in specific.





Now, if you are interested, listen to this interview with my wife, as she tells about her move to America, as a little girl, and she and I talk about some of the American immigrants we know personally, who have become fabulously wealthy.

This idea that there is no more opportunity in America really burns me, because as a man who is married to a first-generation immigrant, I have seen the evidence of America's opportunity first-hand.

Think back on Hirsi Ali's answer to Avi Lewis:

"You can spit on Democracy, because you had the luxury of growing up in its freedoms."

Yes, that's true. Too many of us have become cynical, and ungrateful for what we have.

"The John Doe Outrage"
Congress Passes Bill
Which Enables Muslims,
Accused of "Suspicious Behavior" On Airlines
To Sue Their Accusers,
If Said "Suspicious Behavior"
Turns Out Unrelated To Terrorism


Sorry about the long title, but I wanted to get the whole point in there for you to see. If you get on an airplane, and you see a skinny man, asking for a seatbelt extender for himself (which, after all, if you think about it, can be used as a weapon), and you report this as suspicious, then you can be sued, if it turns out that the man does nothing wrong, before they stop him and escort him off the plane.

Therefore, you will not be likely to report suspicious behavior,

and,

therefore, this bill will enable terrorists to conduct countless "dry runs." And, we will never know when one of those dry runs may turn into the real thing, now will we?

LGF reports:


Debra Burlingame, whose brother Charles was the pilot of American Airlines flight 77 on 9/11, reacts to the latest Democrat outrage: Congressional leaders fail to protect terror tipsters from insane lawsuits.


The John Doe legislation, called the Protecting Americans Fighting Terrorism Act, passed in the House in April with overwhelming bipartisan support, by a vote of 304-121 - including 105 Democrats. Now, King wants to include it in the 9/11 security legislation as a stand-alone measure to assure its passage apart from the larger bill. It is up to the majority leadership, Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, whether they will allow the provision to be added to the bill. Reached by telephone yesterday, a senior Pelosi staffer refused several times to say whether Pelosi supports the John Doe legislation in principle.

Why? What could prevent any member of Congress from supporting no-brainer, bipartisan legislation that protects Good Samaritans from frivolous lawsuits? One possible motive:

According to key Democrat leaders, John Doe protection will encourage “racial profiling.”
Let’s put this in perspective. The alleged conspiracy to kill U.S. soldiers at Fort Dix was foiled by a Circuit City store clerk who alerted law enforcement after the suspects brought a video to the store for reformatting on DVD.


An FBI spokesman called the 23-year-old tipster an “unsung hero” and acknowledged that the plot would have gone undiscovered if he hadn’t stepped forward. The hero clerk later told reporters that after seeing several Middle Eastern-looking men shouting “Allah Akbar” while firing assault rifles and engaging in military-type maneuvers on the video, he discussed overnight with his family whether or not to call authorities. Lucky for us, he made the right decision.

But would he have made that call if he thought getting it wrong might require defending himself against a multimillion-dollar lawsuit? Would you? “An overwhelmingly bipartisan majority of Congress supports protecting vigilant citizens who are our first and sometimes last resource in the War on Terror,” said Steve Pearce (R-N.M.), co-author of the John Doe bill. “But unfortunately they’re not going to get the support of the new majority leadership in Congress.”

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Christians Crucified
By Islamofascists
In Iraq


Christians in Iraq, including converts from Islam and people involved in mixed-faith marriages, are being crucified by Muslim terrorists, according to a Dutch member of Parliament studying the war-torn country.

Several Iraqi Christians "are nailed to a cross and their arms are tied up with ropes. The ropes are put on fire," Joel Voordewind told BosNewsLife, an online news agency focusing on Christians and Jews in difficult circumstances.

According to the site, Voordewind described how a person, who "survived" a crucifixion, "even showed holes in his hands," apparently from nails.

Voordewind said victims of the crucifixions are "in most cases Christian converts who abandoned Islam or people who, religiously speaking, are involved in mixed marriages."


Read More Here;

Monday, July 16, 2007


Faith
And Death
And Other Stuff ...


One of the ideas I have been stuggling with, of late, is death. The reason I have been thinking about this is, one of my good friends (Publius 2000) is currently watching his father die.

I watched my father die a few years ago. What a horrendous, and frightening process. Honestly, it seems to be an abomination to me.

That's a word that is thrown around casually by many people, although very few people actually know the definition of it. Let's look at the definition:


a·bom·i·na·tion [uh-bom-uh-ney-shuhn]
–noun
1.
anything abominable; anything greatly disliked or abhorred.
2.
intense aversion or loathing; detestation: He regarded lying with abomination.
3.
a vile, shameful, or detestable action, condition, habit, etc.: Spitting in public is an abomination.



A Jewish man once explained to me that the word, in Hebrew, connotes a process of deterioration through excess. In other words, an abomination is something that occurs because of abuse.

The shortest verse, that I know of in what we Christians call the "New Testament", is (John 11:35):


"Jesus wept."


Jesus wept when he saw his friend Lazarus die.

The most profound thing I have ever heard a Christian say - for, to tell you the truth, I have heard my Jewish friends, even those who have no faith, say many more profound things than my fellow Christians - is that the reason Jesus wept is because

He (being God) just did not want it to be this way when He created us.

A small digression -
Jesus, if you believe as I do, was God Himself. It's a mystery that is impossible to explain. But, for my Jewish friends, I will point out that the very first verses of the Bible (Genesis) use the Hebrew word Elohim, which is a plural word, to describe God.

The point is, God, Who is One in spirit, is mysteriously, inexplicably, a multiple Being, even in the Jewish Bible. - End of digression.

Anyway, when Jesus, and his Father, and the Spirit Who Moved Across The Waters, set out to create the Universe of material as we know it, They Created it and "saw that it was Good." The Garden of Eden was an idyllic state, where man walked in harmony with God.

God warned us that sin would surely bring death upon us all, and yet Adam and Eve, not truely understanding the consequences of their actions, and yet in rebellion towards their Father (God), did indeed sin.

Never blame Adam and Eve, or anyone else, for that matter. One of the deepest lessons of the Judeo-Christian life is that we all helped to drive the nails into Christ's hands and feet.

(God, this post is getting far more complicated than I wanted it to be, but that is what thoughts of death do to you.)

So, back to the point, Jesus wept because He never wanted it to be this way. He didn't Create us to die. He wanted us to experince Joy, and Fellowship. in His Presence. Instead, we experience pain, suffering, and finally death.

This is a tragic idea to Our God, and so it caused him to cry out in suffering Himself.

Just as it causes us to cry out in suffering.

The consolation we can take in this fact is that God loves us so much that he was willing to give His Only Begotten Son to die for us, to cure this state of affairs. That has not eliminated death from the face of the Earth, but has instead, eliminated it from the spiritual realm, which of course, we do not see, but believe in by the measure of faith granted to us.

Therefore, we still suffer, and we suffer greatly.

I pray for my friend Publius 2000 and his family. I ask God to help them. Publius sends me updates, and it sounds like his father is much stronger in his faith than I could ever imagine myself to be. As a father myself, I have realized the impact of one's "measure of faith" on my children.

God, I wish I had stronger faith.

Yesterday, in church, I listened very carefully to the words of my Pastor as he spoke of the humility that was required of Jesus in suffering and dying on the cross. This kind of humility is required of us. We need to bow our heads, and say to God, "Please forgive me."

But, that's not all.

We need to believe that His love spans across all things, material and immaterial; that it can reach all the way to us in our horrific state.

I, as a Christian, have a very hard time with that. I have no trouble believing that God exists. I have trouble believing that God loves me.

But, to not believe that He loves you is to deny the central point of His whole Being. And, to not believe that He loves you is to lack faith in Him.

I realized yesterday, in listening to my Pastor's words, that the one aspect of humility which I have not realized in my life (not that I am anywhere near perfect in every other respect :) is humility in the face of God's true love for me.

I don't know how it is that I am going to learn that lesson, but I must do so.

A friend of mine, Tyrone Wells, wrote a song called "When All Is Said And Done." It is a brilliant song. Here are the lyrics:


When all is said and done
And I'm looking back upon this race I've run
And when my heart gives in
I know you will be beside me precious friend
It's just the same from the beginning to the end

When all is said and done.

If I lose my way
And I wander down this open road for days
And if the sun should fall
And the dancing we once did becomes a crawl
Let the memories move like shadows on the wall

If I lose my way.

When I'm coming home
And I walk across the bridge of death alone
I will fix my eyes
On the One that's waiting on the other side

It's my old friend with countless others there beside

When I'm coming home


I don't know if my friend Tyrone truly has that kind of faith, or if he was simply inspired somehow to write that song. But, I need that kind of faith for what I do with my life. And, I pray that God will grant it to me.


(Here is a the best recording of Tyrone's song available on the internet, in case you want to hear it. The video is, uh, not very good, but it was not Tyrone's idea. Instead, it was the work of some fan, just as is this post.)


Sunday, July 15, 2007

I See The Lord


Thanks to Olivia for sending this to me:



We Know
We're Lost
In Nowhere


The Secret Machines do "Nowhere":





cellophane flowers never happened for me
been sleeping the day off
watching the night fall
covering nowhere
filling my time share

there's a woman in the mirror in a firey state
as she motions to me I start turning away
she's lifting her dress up
trying to keep up

oh you'd be surprised
how we race

while our lives
erased

another moon on an everyday night
thinking the morning looking for alright
warming the blood flow
with poison I dont know why

maybe the rain stops following me
dripping the colors
running the daylight
over the cloud burst
hoping they don't burst

right before my eyes
erased

our lives
erased

we know we're lost we're lost we're nowhere now
we know we're lost we're lost we're nowhere now
now we know we're lost and nowhere now

maybe the rain will stop following me
with millions of colors reflected in daylight
right on the kickdrum
turning the sound up full

another alone on an everyday night
I think in the morning I think I'll be alright
watching the blood flow
no wonder I dont know why

theres a woman in the mirror in a firey state
she motions to me I start pulling away
she's lifting her dress up
all the way up

oh don't look surprised
erased

our lives
erased

our lives
erased