Effects of Sexual Abuse & Women's Lib

I realize I haven't been posting on a regular basis, so I do apologize to you for that. 

I would like to move on beyond the effects of sexual abuse in a woman and the effect of the women's liberation movement especially in Christian women. However there are some very simple things I wish to share and I want to say it as short and sweet as possible, before moving on to some other heart felt, passionate 'postings' I have swirling around on the inside of me.

The negative effects of sexual abuse are because someone in authority did not protect, honor, and keep her but victimized the woman.  Victimized her soul, spirit and body; stole her innocence, her purity, and left her demoralized, insecure, shamed, her sexual being totally confused, not sure whether to give it away or be an iceberg...  And from that point of being defrauded, her trust has been stolen, injured, and scarred, and she can no longer trust authority but only rebels against it.
It's the opposite with women's lib.  You are taught to come against authority, question authority, make waves, and show yourself strong in the face of adversity, because you can be anything you want to be...  However wrong that may be.

There are basically two types of expressed rebellion - 'in your face' or the 'lipservice kind' amongst the female species.  I was 'in your face', however the vast majority of women do the lipservice kind.  Not saying the 'lipservice kind' won't be brazen at times, but will generally do the lipservice so as to not deal with direct confrontation and risk more abuse, rejection and injury...  The lipservice kind, in my opinion is far more dangerous because the woman uses deception, manlipulation and can lie to insurrect her premeditated mutiny against the authority figure.  That to me is quiet, sneeky, and definitely dangerous.

Let's get this gal married with all this baggage so I can show you in real time some fruit.  Every time her husband tells her about a decision he's made or going to make that she doesn't like, she'll tell him about it or connive her plan.  Remember the contentious woman in Proverbs...drip, drip, drip.  That type of strategy works because the husband finally gives in because he just doesn't want to hear it any more and wants her to shut up and go away.  The lipservice gal makes her plan and begins to chip away at the monument before her, until it remains no more and her decision gets the victory.
And if the husband makes mistakes[which he will, most assuredly] in making a decision that didn't include her awesome and much needed wisdom and doesn't work out, she may start viewing him as a weak leader and can no longer trust his decisions.  Only her's vast decision making and leadership prevails...because she trust in no one but herself.  The mistrust in his decision making grows deep and wide through out time in their day to day marriage life and vows.  He will ultimately discern her mistrust for him as a competent leader and discover the major fracture in their marriage and won't know how to regain her confidence in him.  If children are present, they get the whole picture and they too won't trust daddy any more.  Even if you didn't have a family round table discussion about daddy's current, major, earth moving decision, they saw, heard and know.
About a year or even two ago I was mediating on Ephesians 5:22 Wives, be subject (be submissive and adapt yourselves) to your own husbands as[a service] to the Lord.  from the Amplified bible.  Or New King James - Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord.  And of course the big word submit was what I was really chewing on.  In Websters submit means:  cease resistance; yield.  Of course the definition of submit sliced and diced my soul and spirit as I reflected on a current scenario of my non-submission with my husband, where he told me to shut up and sit down.  I was instantly irate and enraged but the fear of God was greater as I sat there silently speaking in tongues to my Lord, pleading for mercy that the rebuke wouldn't take longer than 45 minutes.  I woke up one morning wondering whether my fellow sisters in the Lord could handle their husbands telling them to shut up.  I immediately set out to ask that simple question as I e-mailed a handful of women of God.  I already knew Joyce Meyers husband has told her to shut up and sit down more than once, but I was curious if I personally knew another woman of God besides myself who could endure such hardship.  The question was, 'Can your husband tell you to shut up?'  I had one response and it was[as I interpreted it]how dare he, he has no need too and no right to.  See, what I'm saying about in your face and the silent but deadly ones.  However, the question was can he, not does he.

There is much more that I have understood about the effects of sexual abuse and the women's lib movement that has consumed itself in Christianity, but I did try to make it short and sweet.  So, all you sisters who want to please their real husband, Jesus, next time the Holy Spirit pricks your spirit when you've said or done something call out to Him, repent and go deeper.

Much love to you all.  Merry Christmas 2012

Red Leaf Lettuce with Raspberry Vinaigrette

Ladies,
I thought I would share with you one of my favorite salad recipes. If you are a salad lover like I am, you will love this salad!

Its now a recipe because I have to write it down, so please know that my measurements are not 'exacting', their actually 'eyeballing.' 

I know it has fruit in it, but don't turn your nose up on it until you try it.  I believe it will be one of your favorites too.

Here goes.

Red Leaf Lettuce with Raspberry Vinaigrette

8+ leaves of red leaf lettuce, hand torn
3-4 fresh strawberries, sliced
1/3 c. fresh blueberries
1/4 c. dried cranberries
1 small green onion, sliced
1/4 c. sliced almonds
5-6 grape tomatoes; cut in half, especially if they are large
1/4 c. raspberry vinaigrette
Ground pepper - best from a pepper mill; approximately 3/4 t.
Salt - about 1/2 t.

This makes a large salad for one person.  A meal in itself.

* I am not a salt lover, but have found if I add a wee bit of salt because it brings out the flavors of the other ingredients
* I was turned on to ground black pepper by a friend, Nathan.  He always used it in his salads, so I thought I would give it a try.  I am hooked.  I never eat a salad without ground black pepper.
* You may also like to use more vinaigrette; my personal preference is not a lot of salad dressings

Enjoy!

The Results of Rape and its Appendages

Part I

I know I haven’t written in quite a while; for several reasons. I am disappointed that people are not commenting.


My last post, “Its All Rape in the End” was pretty heavy and I know there are other women out there who have been raped. Raped is forcing a person to have sex against his or her will; whether it’s by a family member, friend, non-friend, on a date, given a date-rape drug… It’s like I’m talking to myself and I know there are other women out there who have stories of their own of overcoming.

The other reason is I have seen that people, in general of course, do not like the truth. What really bothers and often vexes me is if you are a person who calls yourself a Christian; truth is a standard that one should be living 24/7, in all aspects of life whether good, bad or ugly. Instead what is embraced is’ foo-foo’ living; tolerance, rebellion, unholy, unrighteous, entertainment, all smiles, worldly… You get the picture.

So, I really hope you comment – join in – tell someone about this Blog - let me hear ya.

I felt I needed to share what happens to a woman when they are raped and quite frankly I’m not sure where to begin because it is so encompassing to the soul and spirit.

When I was first raped I tried to shove it under the carpet. My girlfriend didn’t believe me, even though I had never flirted with him or even had one fleeting thought of wanting to know him like that. I first met him because he rode the same bus to school, he was also a boyfriend to a different girlfriend of mine and I knew is sister. He was a handsome guy, but more on the quiet side and I liked guys that engaged in conversation and adventurous; so all in all he wasn’t my type. Anyways the trauma from losing a girlfriend, being raped by her boyfriend, working two jobs, going to college, I just put the white elephant in the middle of the room and called it a day. But it slowly eroded my confidence and trust in the male species, which ultimately caused a rebellious mind set to all in authority.

There may be some of you who may not like to hear what I am about to say, cringe at the thought, and may want to take me to the edge of the city and stone me, but anyone who knows me, knows I’m gonna say it. God created men to be the head, the covering, the ultimate authority, the ones on the front line in war and making the hard decisions. And because a man raped me I lost could no longer trust and put my 100% in that trust and know ‘he’ would protect me, because ‘he’ didn’t. Last I read in the Bible Jesus came to this earth as a man. Eventually, the mis-trust and lack of confidence in men was sub-consciously transferred to Jesus, because after all He did come as a male. Pretty deep. So, if you don’t believe what I am saying or can’t discern this, pray and ask the Holy Spirit to reveal it to you and then you’ll get it.

Oh, I need to put this on re-wind for a moment. The women’s lib movement was really getting under way in the late 60’s and early 70’s. I had another girlfriend whom I knew since the 9th grade and we both caressed the women’s movement wholeheartedly from the very beginning, was a faithful follower of Ms Magazine and definite cheerleaders for the movement. I was very avid about women’s rights and when I had to work and train men I kept up with them physically, because if I couldn’t pick up 50 lbs and do the physical work I need not be there. And when I had to train men, I spoke right from the start what the perimeters were in the job i.e., don’t be late after breaks, keep up with me, and no goofing off unless you see me do it; or you’ll be out of here. There was no room for mistakes. Okay now we have that foundation laid.

Imagine being indoctrinated with women’s rights (which also included homosexual rights and every ungodly thing) and the fast, growing attitude of being a rebel. Definition of rebel: person who fights against or resists established authority. I’d say that sure enough covers a lot of ground.

Oh just remembered one more important factor. After dinner my mother would clear off the table and my dad would give my brother and me a topic (usually controversial) to debate. He would assign my brother and me to debate for or against and my dad would take the opposite side. Dad insisted that these after dinner debates would cause my brother and me to think. Little did he know what he ignited in my little pee shooter of a brain…

So armed and dangerous with all of the above I basically was hell on wheels, cause you couldn’t tell me too much. And the more authority would hurt me or even if I assumed hurt, the harder my heart got and I dug in. “No man was going to tell me what to do.” Ever said that? Pride is a big factor of rebellion and between my German and Scottish heritage, I had plenty to start with at the beginning of my life at conception.

When I worked for the federal government I became a Union Steward. I was furorous in my dealings with management. Needless to say they did not like to see me coming. I only lost one case, but I made the director of that particular department feel so bad as soon as there was an opening she promoted the person I represented. And what was so bad the local union did not have up to date federal manuals, so I would go up to Human Resources and insist on seeing their books. At first they wouldn’t do it, but then I would stand there and quote FPM, Chapter such and such, Sub-chapter and down to the last jot and title; and stand there saying no more until the precious policy manuals were handed over. They would ultimately oblige. The director of Human Resources eventually gave me permission to come in quietly and take the manuals to a nearby table, peruse and study policies. I absolutely loved it; one because in my mind I was helping the underdog and two because I was successful and feared. Feared not by management only but by the people who felt they had a grievance. I wouldn’t represent anyone if they were at fault, would tell them so and counseled them to get their act together. I always believed I was being fair and just.

The Big "C"

What really is compromise? The way I see it there are two types of compromise; the right one and the wrong one (that leads to great problems).

The right one is in marriage, or in a business partnership, working as a team member, or in a friendship (that one is iffy; iffy being depending on the ‘what’).

The wrong one is when you compromise truth for someone’s approval, or fear of losing a job, a friend, anything… If you are a true Christian and you compromise the Word of God for any of the above it will be like the ‘little foxes that spoiled the vine’ and will eventually take you right out of relationship with God. The great possibility of it all is, you won’t even know it.

Compromise in Webster’s says: to come to agreement by mutual concession; to bind by mutual agreement; a settlement of differences by arbitration or by consent reached by mutual concessions; to make a shameful or disreputable concession.

One thing I noticed in this definition is the word agreement is used twice and mutual concessions is three times.
Agree: to concur in, admit, concede – means to be in harmony; to consent to as a course of action; to be similar; to accept or concede something; agree implies complete accord usually attained by discussion and adjustment of differences.
Mutual: having the same feelings for one another; shared in common; joint

How can a Christian compromise what they know is right and still believe everything is okay or to know to do right and don’t?

We are living in a fearful and wonderful time, in God. However, the road is narrow and seems to be tightening up even more. There is so much false teaching or doctrine out there; Christians don’t know the Word of God just some bible study through someone else or the Church is playing a DVD of someone preaching/teaching…but they know not the Word for themselves.


Not too long ago I was in a small group and the leader confessed before all that she had a very difficult day at work. She sat in her chair, looked upset and shook her head from side to side as she said, “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do.” She further explained that she was assigned two lesbians, as their family counselor. That’s why she said she didn’t know what to do, however she counseled them as a couple so they may have peace and harmony in their relationship as woman-to-woman. Then she said she called someone even higher on the religious food chain, who comforted her and told her she did the best she could and not to worry about it. I sat in amazement as to how any so-called Christian could say that, let alone a leader validates her. I was in a state of shock as I watched this young woman and looked at every person's facial expression that was in that room.
Early in the following week I met with my pastor about an event I was working on and at the end of the meeting I discussed what had happened at the small group. When I finished with what the woman had said, he explained that she was weak, that he had not promoted compromising like that and would talk to her. I asked him if he would wait until I had met with her about it, and he replied he would. I finally reached her and set up a lunch date. I saturated this meeting in prayer and mental discipline.
When we met she no longer looked confused, but rather cheerful. We ordered our food, chose a table and sat down. The conversation started out with the usual social rhetoric, but as the time was quickly gaining on her lunch break, I began to talk about what she had said during the small group and asked her how she could think it was okay. She explained that she had left a deposit of silent prayer and being an example as a Christian. I was dumbfounded at first; unable to see what truly had happened.
I began to share a similar testimony when I was a single parent and my job was threatened unless I compromised. She listened, but as I observed her facial expressions of ‘nice story, but I left a deposit’, I soon came to the realization that my pastor had validated her and assured her she did well.
That same week I and my husband met again with my pastor to discuss our son and as with the previous meeting she was discussed. He admitted he broke his promise to wait until I had met with her. He too compromised and told her it was okay to do that because it would have cost her job. And then proceeded to ask the both of us to continue going to the small group and sit under her leadership. There was no way my husband and I could do that being ordained ministers and having our own ministry. First of all this young woman had little spiritual maturity, she compromised and I couldn’t be under some leader who did that and believed she did right. If she would have repented, yes. When our pastor saw we would not budge, he asked us to sit under someone else and said that he wanted me to head a small group in January, three months away. We declined and was accused of being rebellious because we wouldn’t submit to his desire to sit under someone who compromised. At that point we realized that compromise was in the head, not just in the underlings of leadership. The opportunity to have a small group or organize a large community event was no carrot for me.
We went home, began to pray and later left the church.


I was asked to compromise on the job when I was a single parent. I worked on a locked psychiatric ward and was led by the Holy Spirit to witness to 2 patients. The head nurse asked me one day to come into his office. He told me that I couldn’t do that and if I continued he would get me fired. I knew the man, and I leaned forward in my chair and said, “John, you gotta do what you gotta do and I gotta do what I gotta do. So go ahead and try to fire me if you think that’s what you have to do.”
I met those patients on my lunch break in the hospitals chapel and I was never fired or counseled by my immediate supervisor. I didn’t care any how. God got me that job – I figured He’d get me another one. I was in the same situation as the woman above and didn’t compromise. Besides I didn’t have child support, parents and siblings who were Christians to help support me mentally or physically; like she did. I just knew my Jesus would take care of me and my son, because He is my vital need and provision, not a job.

To those of you who compromise, please stop, repent and don’t do it any more. Compromise will kill you; possibly physically but for sure spiritually. And especially if you operate in the prophetic or in the office of a prophet – you won’t last long and still feel His presence.

Remember this place is not our home; we don’t need the approval of man only our Lord, if you suffer for Christ’s sake - glory to God. We will suffer for doing right, asking people to do right, standing up for righteousness, being rejected and censured…
I Peter 4:14 If you are censured and suffer abuse [because you bear] the name of Christ, blessed [are you-happy, fortunate, to be envied, with life-joy and satisfaction in God’s favor and salvation, regardless of you outward condition], because the Spirit of glory, the Spirit of God, is resting upon you. On their part He is blasphemed, but on your part He is glorified.

We all will stand before the throne of God. How will your life be unfolded before Him?

It's All Rape in the End - Part II

The last time I was raped was pretty violent. So, you’re probably asking yourself, ‘How many times has she been raped?’ Sad to say, five times. And I thank God I didn’t get pregnant. You’re probably thinking, “What did she have ‘Rape Me’ tattooed on her forehead?” Seems like it, doesn’t it? And I graduated from high school a virgin…only to have my life exist like this.

I had broken up with a man that I had been in a long term relationship with and was supposed to marry. The guy just freaked out! When I told him it was over, he grabbed my neck and started choking me. My five year old son came into the kitchen and began to kick him in the shins. It brought him back to reality and he became conscious of my little boy trying to protect me and he stopped. I thought I was a goner for sure.

He waited until my son had gone to bed…to persuade me to stay with him. What do men think? He held me down and forced himself on me. I laid there like a rag doll, thinking what else is this guy gonna do to me and thought only about protecting my son. I felt so degraded, afraid, and just plain numb.

The next day I immediately went to an attorney to get a restraining order for this guy and then spent two weeks in a domestic shelter for abused women/children, out in the middle of no where in Michigan. I thought two weeks would cool his jets, and the attorney that I gave a few hundred dollars to would have plenty of time to serve him with a restraining order. So I came home one afternoon, pushed the button on my remote garage opener, drove in and I usually immediately close the garage door before I get out of the car, but that day I didn’t. Where was my head??? Well, needless to say the ex-fiancée came running under the garage door as I pushed the wall button to finally close the garage door.
He took me in my house. The crazed look in his eyes sent micro thoughts of, ‘This is it, he’s gonna kill me.’ He was so strong. His face had beads of sweat on his forehead; his eyes looked wild, as he held me close to his face to let me know, ‘If he couldn’t have me, no one else would either.’ That gave me confirmation of my original thoughts.

Right afterward his special words to me, the phone rang (this was before answering machines) and I looked at him with, ‘Okay what do you want me to do now.’ He said, “Go ahead and answer it. But be careful and say anything.”
It was my mother. I thought I spoke normal but mom being mom, knew there was something wrong. She asked me if he was there and I answered ‘yes’ quite nonchalantly. She said has he hurt you? I answered, ‘Looks like it.’ She then said, “Dad and I are on our way.”
When I hung up the phone, he asked me if that was my mother. I told him, ‘yes’ and said their on their way here. Why I stupidly said that was only to have some sort of power over the situation. He lowered his head for a brief moment, then raised it and said, “I really like your parents and I don’t want them to see me like this.” I thought to myself good and good-bye.
Immediately I called that attorney whom I paid good money to and she tells me they were unable to serve him. I told her what happened. I should have asked for my money back with interest, but was totally focused and in survival mode, thinking about my little boy.
I don’t like attorneys or doctors to this day. Too much follow up with them…


Stay Tuned for Part III – The Season Finale

It's All Rape in the End

Part I

Rape isn’t pretty. There are all kinds of different types of rape: date rape, brutal rape, rape that murders, tortured rape, mind rape, snuff rape…but it’s all rape in the end.

Webster defines rape as: to seize and take away by force; an act or instance of robbing or despoiling or carrying away a person by force; an outrageous violation.
Violence: exertion of physical force so as to injure or abuse
Rob: to remove valuables without right from a place
Despoiling: to strip of belongings possessions, or value

I remember the first time I told a boy “no.” They complied after I said it a few times and finally with insistence. Then I had those that wouldn’t. I guess they thought I was speaking a foreign language, cuz they sure didn’t respond to what I was saying.

My mother never prepared me for those types of situations with boys. She barely explained about the ‘birds and bees’ to me. All I knew is I wanted to be a virgin when I graduated from high school.

I didn’t have a posse of friends; I preferred a few, close, intimate friends. And the ones I had in high school all had boyfriends and they were wrapped up in them.
I mean boyfriends took up all your time. Well, I liked working, having my own car, saving money and going to parties. I wanted to be different and I wanted to be a virgin. And I’m not talking about being a technical virgin like the kids do today, but a real one.

I was talking to a young woman in church about being a virgin, how important it is to be one until you get married and how if your not, what it does to your mind and soul. My husband was also standing by us and he interjected with, “If a guy doesn’t respond to ‘no’ kick him where it hurts and run.” Little did we know that within weeks she did just that in her high school corridor. Word got around not to mess with her and she got instant r-e-s-p-e-c-t. Man, if mamma only told me about that little move, there would have been a lot of guys hurting for sure.

My first ‘no’ that was over looked and I couldn’t get away from the guy. It was very numbing for me as I laid there while he went through his animalistic ritual that I was a part of. I pushed back the whole incident from my brain, blamed myself, and never wanted to get in that situation again. It left a scar on my soul, a part of me gone and the beginning of a crippled esteem.

One time I was working two jobs and going to college. Came home from work one night, the lights were off in the apartment and my roommate and her boyfriend were assumed asleep, as I groped my way to my bedroom and to crash and sleep. Little did I know that I can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. My husband can confirm this. Any ways, I woke up dazed and groggy, while this man is on top of me. He had my nightgown all the way up and was entering me… It was my roommate’s boyfriend. I didn’t know what to do. Should I scream or just let him do his thing and hurry up and get out of my room before my roommate wakes up? He was about half way there when I decided how ashamed I was and I just wanted him to complete his mission and get off me and go away. I thought about my roommate/girlfriend. Maybe she’s asleep, cuz she’s certainly is not standing in the doorway to my room demanding what is going on. I thought I couldn’t tell her what he did, she really cared a lot for this guy. OMG what do I do? Why did he pick me? What did I do to deserve this? I just want this to go away.
Well the next day or so, I came home from job #1 and she was sitting in the living room with her boyfriend. The look on her face told me everything. She was so hurt. I couldn’t comfort her; after all I was the disloyal friend, the traitor. She never believed me and of course our friendship was never the same. How could I blame her? I would have done the same thing.

I wish I would of screamed.

Stay tuned for Part II...

Lesbianism: Fact or Fiction

If you've ever known someone who is homosexual, and they say they were born that way. I say, "Not! It's a decision, not something you were born with." God is perfect; He doesn't make mistakes.



That is my general response(And of course I'm not even addressing bi-sexuality that has run rampant especially among the youth in our nation. That is a totally different discussion, however it can have the same end product, because those that experiment with that are in fact experimenting with an evil force).



I'll tell you what has influenced my decision and belief re: homosexuality, specifically lesbianism:

• I personally know women who have been hurt, disappointed, and disullioned by their boyfriends or husbands; and decide to try lesbiansim and stay there



• I personally know women who's fathers wanted a boy child and treated them as such, in every way



• I personally know women who wanted their fathers approval, attention, and love and didn't get it - they didn't have that basic male approval from childhood




• I personally know women who want love and acceptance and seem to find it among their own sex, much easier than from the opposite sex




• Lastly, but most importantly, I know it's a spirit - a big, ugly one

One big factor that I've noticed through out the years is this, and this goes for both male and female homosexuals. If you believe you were born this way, why does one partner have to be the feminine one and the other masculine??? You'll notice one of the partners is more feminie than the other, and visa versa.

My sister in-laws sister, who is now a lesabian by choice: previously married and even lived with a man. I've seen her partner by picture only and she looks masculine, very masculine. Not only masculine, but she looks very possessive, and she appears to be very tough, even to the point where she could kill you in cold blood and then go to a party. I know that may seem pretty brazen, but it is what it is. The woman looks like if you messed with her or what is hers, she'd kill you and not think twice. Now we all know its all in the 'presentation', right? Well, that is what is being presented.

Then their is a young woman our son knew and was his friend. I recently saw a picture of her and she is more macho than ever. All semblance of feminity is gone, except for her partner. Her partner looks like an average, heterosexual woman with no outward evidence of homosexuality in her appearance. However, our sons friend looks like a guy, dresses like a guy, walks like a guy...

There is a nationally known lesabian. Her partner is a high fashion model - definitely very femine. She on the other hand has mannerism of a guy, and looks butch.

My big question is, if God didn't create woman for man, why do homosexuals have to look and act like heterosexuals; with one partner looking and acting the feminine part and the other acting like the man or macho part?

The truth be known, it is because God created man and woman; marriage between a man and woman, Satan came along and perverted it, except he couldn't pervert it 100%(because he's not the creator, not God).

These are just people who have been rejected either by society, family, potential boyfriends or guys, got mixed up, or was sexually abused, and went along the path that they were most accepted in - and all they want is love.

Movies, TV programs, commercials, and women's magazines portray homosexuality as something 'normal', but it is not. I recently canceled a subscription with a woman's magazine because they had a famous lesabian on the cover. This magazine has been around since my mama's time...a long, time ago. I canceled for two reasons: she did not represent me as a woman and I don't care to support a business or organization that supports homosexuality. And I even stopped buying a certain cosmetic because the same person is on their advertisements. I have been buying that brand since I was a teenager...a long time ago. But not now, because she doesn't represent me as a woman and I'm not supporting lesabianism.

The movies and TV programs usually have at least one scene that show homosexual 'couples' as a family or a loving couple. Don't you get it? By seeing this, whether it's brief or not, you become indoctrinated to it as 'normal' family life. Then you can tolerate it, whether it's in your immediate life, surrounding living space, or world. I can't and won't.
And I am definitely against homosexuals adopting children; especially male homosexuals adopting male children. Children are so precious. They adapt so easily - their kinda like sponges regarding morals, lifestyles, what's right, what's wrong... The vast majority of children will do what they see, hear, and experience and carrying it into adulthood.

Look at California. They, the government, put the issue of homosexuals marrying on the ballot, for the citizens of California to vote on, and the citizens voted against it. What happened? The 9th District Court went against what the people wanted and legally voted for; not just once but twice. And tax dollars are paying for that. Hey, don't you know judges can be impeached? Impeach em. Get up off your blessed assurance and speak, do something about it. Especially if you call yourself a Christian and more so, if you call yourself a Pastor.

Our country is in the disgusting shape it's in because Christian leadership refused to stand up for what is right, not only in the Church, but in our Nation as well. Everything starts at the top and trickles down.

Well, as you can see I don't support businesses, or organizations that support immoral people or issues. I call my Representatives and the White House and I don't vote for any politician that has a platform of pro abortion and homosexuality. I no longer go to Target, Home Depot or Olive Garden for very similar moral beliefs.

What do you do?