Gun Problem or Something Else?

The answer to the so called gun problem ……..IT IS Who Has the Guns


This may explain why there has never been an attempt on Obama. 

In 1865 a Democrat shot and killed Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States. 

In 1881 a left wing radical Democrat shot James Garfield, President of the United States, who later died from the wound. 

In 1963 a radical left wing socialist shot and killed John F. Kennedy, President of the United States. 

In 1975 a left wing radical Democrat fired shots at Gerald Ford, President of the United States. 

In 1983 a registered Democrat shot and wounded Ronald Reagan, President of the United States. 

In 1984 James Hubert, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 22 people in a McDonalds restaurant. 

In 1986 Patrick Sherrill, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 15 people in an Oklahoma post office.

In 1990 James Pough, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 10 people at a GMAC office. 

In 1991 George Hennard, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 23 people in a Luby's cafeteria in Killeen, TX. 

In 1995 James Daniel Simpson, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 5 coworkers in a Texas laboratory. 

In 1999 Larry Asbrook, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 8 people at a church service. 

In 2001 a left wing radical Democrat fired shots at the White House in a failed attempt to kill George W. Bush, President of the US. 

In 2003 Douglas Williams, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 7 people at a Lockheed Martin plant. 

In 2007 a registered Democrat named Seung Hui Cho, shot and killed 32 people in Virginia Tech. 

In 2010 a mentally ill registered Democrat named Jared Lee Loughner, shot Rep. Gabrielle Giffords and killed 6 others. 

In 2011 a registered Democrat named James Holmes, went into a movie theater and shot and killed 12 people. 

In 2012 Andrew Engeldinger, a disgruntled Democrat, shot and killed 7 people in Minneapolis. 

In 2013 a registered Democrat named Adam Lanza, shot and killed 26 people in a school in Newtown, CT. 

As recently as Sept 2013, an angry Democrat shot 12 at a Navy ship yard.

Clearly, there is a problem with Democrats and guns. 

Not one NRA member, Tea Party member, or Republican conservative was involved in any of these shootings and murders. 

SOLUTION: 
It should be illegal for Democrats to own guns. Then If the communist liberal gun grabbers really wanted to do something about public safety as the say then all they would have to do is disarm all the illegal immigrant Hispanic gangs and all the black gangs in the big cities. This would fix 90% of the so called gun violence problem, instead of piling more restrictive gun laws on the law abiding citizen that are armed because of the aforementioned THUGS.

CS Lewis writes magnificently on Death

On death

On the one hand Death is the triumph of Satan, the punishment of the Fall, and the last enemy. Christ shed tears at the grave of Lazarus and sweated blood in Gethsemane: the Life of Lives that was in Him detested this penal obscenity not less than we do, but more. On the other hand, only he who loses his life will save it. 

We are baptized into the death of Christ, and it is the remedy for the Fall. Death is, in fact, what some modern people call “ambivalent.” It is Satan’s great weapon and also God’s great weapon: it is holy and unholy; our supreme disgrace and our only hope; the thing Christ came to conquer and the means by which He conquered.

Satan produced human Death. But when God created Man He gave him such a constitution that, if the highest part of it rebelled against Himself, it would be bound to lose control over the lower parts: i.e., in the long run to suffer Death. This provision may be regarded equally as a punitive sentence (“In the day ye eat of that fruit ye shall die”), as a mercy, and as a safety device. 

It is punishment because Death—that Death of which Martha says to Christ, “But . . . Sir . . . it’ll smell”—is horror and ignominy. (“I am not so much afraid of death as ashamed of it,” said Sir Thomas Browne.) It is mercy because by willing and humble surrender to it Man undoes his act of rebellion and makes even this depraved and monstrous mode of Death an instance of that higher and mystical Death which is eternally good and a necessary ingredient in the highest life. “The readiness is all”—not, of course, the merely heroic readiness but that of humility and self-renunciation. 

Our enemy, so welcomed, becomes our servant: bodily Death, the monster, becomes blessed spiritual Death to self, if the spirit so wills—or rather if it allows the Spirit of the willingly dying God so to will in it. 

It is a safety device because, once Man has fallen, natural immortality would be the one utterly hopeless destiny for him. Aided to the surrender that he must make by no external necessity of Death, free (if you call it freedom) to rivet faster and faster about himself through unending centuries the chains of his own pride, lust, and of the nightmare civilizations which these build up in ever-increasing power and complication, he would progress from being merely a fallen man to being a fiend, possibly beyond all modes of redemption. 

This danger was averted. 

The sentence that those who ate of the forbidden fruit would be driven away from the Tree of Life was implicit in the composite nature with which Man was created. But to convert this penal death into the means of eternal life—to add to its negative and preventive function a positive and saving function—it was further necessary that death should be accepted. 

Humanity must embrace death freely, submit to it with total humility, drink it to the dregs, and so convert it into that mystical death which is the secret of life. But only a Man who did not need to have been a Man at all unless He had chosen, only one who served in our sad regiment as a volunteer, yet also one who was perfectly a Man, could perform this perfect dying; and thus (which way you put it is unimportant) either defeat Death or redeem it. He tasted death on behalf of all others. He is the representative “Die-er” of the universe: and for that very reason the Resurrection and the Life. 

Or conversely, because He truly lives, He truly dies, for that is the very pattern of reality. Because the higher can descend into the lower He who from all eternity has been incessantly plunging Himself in the blessed death of self-surrender to the Father can also most fully descend into the horrible and (for us) involuntary death of the body. 

Because Vicariousness is the very idiom of the reality He has created, His death can become ours. The whole Miracle, far from denying what we already know of reality, writes the comment which makes that crabbed text plain: or rather, proves itself to be the text on which Nature was only the commentary. In science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.

Charlottesville, Race, and Virtue Signals

http://www.frontpagemag.com/fpm/267589/charlottesville-race-and-republican-virtue-bruce-thornton#disqus_thread

Embrace The Suck

http://d3kv8ayplk3lle.cloudfront.net/sites/uploads/files/The%2021%20Day%20Gratitude%20Challenge.pdf

Unity, Diversity, and Purpose

For the body does not consist of one member but of many. If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body.

If the whole body were an eye, where would be the sense of hearing? If the whole body were an ear, where would be the sense of smell? But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. If all were a single member, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, yet one body.

The eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you,” nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.” On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty, which our more presentable parts do not require.

But God has so composed the body, giving greater honor to the part that lacked it, that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together. 1 Corinthians 12:14-20

The diversity within the Church does not mean that there should be diversity in purpose or mindset. In any organization, diversity of gifts and unity in purpose is the foundation. We often hear "diversity!", but without knowing the why or what behind it, diversity is simply to inane or benign a term. It carries no weight wothout function or purpose.

What is the purpose of diversity? By itself, nothing! Diversity of gifts, talents, ideas within a shared purpose is fantastic. Without knowing the why, diversity is just another word wothout content.

Room Preparation and The Heart of God

One of the redeeming qualities of Cory is her abiding desire to meet the deepest needs of our sons. That quality has been accentuated these days as the sons return home from college. Their rooms have been cleaned, beds made, pictures re-hung, gifts left, and organized as if the sons had just begun 2nd grade.

The simple beauty in this is the care she has taken to welcome them home. There is no doubt their small rooms turn into a haven for them. A place distinctly their own, stamped with things all their own, fashioned by someone who knows them better and deeper than themselves.

Sound familiar?

Jesus told his disciples he was going away to prepare a place for them. A place when they arrived would instantly crystallize everything they wondered about themselves. A place which would confirm the depth of love the Father had for them. A place which would cause wonder and amazement because they realized the Father knew more about them, cared more deeply for them, and understood the desires of their heart better than themselves.

I picture these two rooms prepared for our sons in the same way. These rooms were prepared with each son in mind, ahead of time, and these rooms were filled with items awaiting their attention and presence. Most of all, these rooms were prepared for them to feel at home. Just for them.

Home. Haven. Harbor.

What do these words evoke in you?

To me, they remind me of my longings to be at home, to be with those whom I love most dearly, to be at rest, to be at peace. They also remind me when preparation is made for a homecoming, the preparer goes to the greatest lengths to ensure the homecoming is sweet. Can you picture the Father saying to the angels, "Oh, he's going to love this!" or "Can you imagine her surprise when she sees this?".

Just for You. 

If we do that here, how much more has God done more than that in Heaven?

Most people get excited about mansions and what it would be like to live in one. I know I think of what I would have in mine if I had one. What little perks and toys would I have? How would we personalize a mansion, if we had one?

Have you thought about what your room will look like when you arrive? It's going to be filled with items you never knew your heart wanted, yet needed.

The personal aspect of this cannot be overlooked. Jesus isn't going away to prepare some general assembly hall where everyone can gather to hang out and catch up on old times. He's going to prepare a place...for you...forever.

Meditate on that today. What love the Father has bestowed on us! What great care and concern. What joy could fill our hearts knowing what He has prepared for us by his hands.

In John 14:2-3 Jesus tells us all about the Father's preparation for his people. In Isaiah 6:1-6 about the awe and wonder of God. Finally, in Revelation 21:4-8 we read about the hope Heaven brings to our hearts.

A hope we find somewhat fulfilled when our rooms are neat and clean, beds made, and a gift left by someone who knows us better than we know ourselves.

Thanks Momma, for loving our boys in such a way it reflects the Father's heart!

On Heaven

Tirian had thought—or he would have thought if he had time to think at all—that they were inside a little thatched stable, about twelve feet long and six feet wide. In reality they stood on grass, the deep blue sky was overhead, and the air which blew gently on their faces was that of a day in early summer. Not far away from them rose a grove of trees, thickly leaved, but under every leaf there peeped out the gold or faint yellow or purple or glowing red of fruits such as no one has seen in our world. The fruit made Tirian feel that it must be autumn but there was something in the feel of the air that told him it could not be later than June. They all moved towards the trees.

Everyone raised his hand to pick the fruit he best liked the look of, and then everyone paused for a second. This fruit was so beautiful that each felt “It can’t be meant for me . . . surely we’re not allowed to pluck it.”

“It’s all right,” said Peter. “I know what we’re all thinking. But I’m sure, quite sure, we needn’t. I’ve a feeling we’ve got to the country where everything is allowed.”

“Here goes, then!” said Eustace. And they all began to eat.

What was the fruit like? Unfortunately no one can describe a taste. All I can say is that, compared with those fruits, the freshest grapefruit you’ve ever eaten was dull, and the juiciest orange was dry, and the most melting pear was hard and woody, and the sweetest wild strawberry was sour. And there were no seeds or stones, and no wasps. If you had once eaten that fruit, all the nicest things in this world would taste like medicines after it. But I can’t describe it. You can’t find out what it is like unless you can get to that country and taste it for yourself.

From The Last Battle