The Don't Song

This makes me laugh, but Amanda doesn't think it's as funny as I do. Their names are Johnny & Chachi. Enjoy.

What I Like

I have started a blog in the past, but have had a real hard time consistently posting things. This is something that I want to discipline myself to start doing regularly. I moved the posts I had done in the past onto this blog. You can find them below or in the archive.

So for my first post on this blog, I decided to write about the things that I like and what I most likely will be blogging about. 

In some particular order, the things I enjoy spending my time doing and thinking about are:

-Scripture, theology, history of the church, the puritans, expository sermons, proclaiming the gospel to the lost and such & such.

-How to lead my family as a husband and father in the most Christ honoring and obedient way.

-Having dominion in this world as an ambassador for Christ which includes speaking about politics, social issues, and culture with Scripture as my guide. 

-Reading. Classic novels, history, children's books. I would like to write children's books that will teach good, theologically correct and sincere Biblical truth. Kids aren't dumb. They can handle big things if you take the time to explain it to them and you understand it yourself.

-I went to the San Antonio Christian Filmmakers Academy in 2009. I have a burning and growing passion to start making films. Ones that honor Christ specifically and that have a Biblical worldview. Not that it has to have an explicit gospel invitation at the end of every film, but that speaks biblical truth and has hope, rather than humanism and despair. I have a few ideas in my head, but I am still trying to learn the basics of the industry. As of now, it is something that I would like to be spending a lot of my time on in the future.

-Woodworking. I am attempting to start to make wooden swords as well as wood burning Scripture on slabs to sell. 

-I enjoy the show Man v. Wild and am very interested to see if I can go into the wilderness and eat an elk eye ball and drink my own urine to survive. I almost did it the other day when it was so hot and humid, but thankfully I was able to make it to the refrigerator and got a ginger ale instead. 

-Before I got married, I didn't own any guns. Now I have four. Two rifles and two pistols along with a CHL. I would consider myself to be a fairly gentle person, but protecting my family is very serious to me and I want to be wise and bold (as in not at all timid) when it comes to their safety. God has entrusted them to me and I must be a faithful steward to their well-being. This includes their instruction in the Lord and His word and law, as well as their physical care. I haven't always held this view and it's something I will write about.

-I like the agrarian lifestyle. Maybe it's because I am not fully immersed in it and I don't have to depend on it for my livelihood, but I like going up to my grandpa's farm and helping him with his garden and chickens and fruit trees and such. I also love taking my boy along with me and teaching him how to work hard and training him to become a man.

Well, I guess I'll stop here. There is probably more that can be said, but I think one reason I haven't blogged consistently is because I go on too long. So I guess I'll talk to ya'll next time, all two of you who read my blog. I'll see you at home.

The Death of Fievel

March 17,2009

Today is the first day of spring break for Amanda while she is student teaching. This means that the kids stay with her instead of going to the grandparents house. We are both thankful for this. It will only be about another month until she will be done student teaching and get to stay home full-time. We have been praying for this for a long time and God has now made it possible. We are thankful to Him.

So today when I got off work I came straight home instead of going to my mom's house where the kids usually are. This gave me a chance to do some things around the house that I have too long been procrastinating.

My son Jack, who loves to help Dad, was following me through the garage back into the house when he was delayed. I left the door open because I was just grabbing something to go right back out. I heard him talking to someone, but didn't think much of it until I was walking back into the garage. There I heard my three year old son more clearly.

"Hi, Guinea Pig. How are you today?"

Then he met me in the doorway and brought me over to his new friend. Behind a trash can lid that was up against the wall was a dead mouse. This was Jack's new best friend.

"Hey Dad, look at my guinea pig! He's resting."

"Yeah. Cool. But he's a mouse. Let's go inside.

Instead of allowing them to become more acquainted, I took him inside to my mom, who was also there, and introduced him to Amanda. That's when we both realized that the mouse was still alive. Amanda about jumped out of her skin and I then had to do something about a dying mouse. I decided to go with a trick I learned when I worked a the local produce store and a rat hadn't gotten it's neck broke in the trap. My boss told me to take him in the back and drown him in a bucket. So that's what I did. One of our dog Cricket's old water bowl was the mouse's electric chair. I felt slightly bad, but I didn't want to risk putting him outside only for him to come back in and tear things up.

When I got back in, Amanda met me at the door and reiterated all that Jack had been talking about since he had gone inside.

"Mouses are good to me and I like them. That one mouse in the red jacket that sings, he's a good mouse."

I can only assume that he is talking about Fievel from An American Tail since he watched that for the first time recently. After Amanda told him that mice can chew and mess things up, he said:

"Do mice eat the white stuff in the dryer?"

"Lint?"

"Yes. My guinea mouse was eating lint and he was thirsty, but he is taking a nap now. He will ask his mommy for a drink of water when he gets home."

I love my son so much. He is still a bit too young to understand some of these things. Even so, he's a little prophetic. That mouse did get a drink of water.

The Image of God v. Scooby Doo

I had originally published this on another blog I had on August 1, 2007. It was titled Murder Our Babies, But Don't Mess With Our Dogs.

The ideals and values of our country don't really surprise me anymore, but they never cease to break my heart or make me angry, and a lot of the time, both.

Michael Vick, the quarterback for the Atlanta Falcons, is an athletic superstar. Though he's not the most conventional quarterback the NFL has seen over the years, he is among the most popular. He's among the worst in the league when it comes to completion percentage, but is heads and shoulders above everyone when it comes to his speed when he runs. In the 2006 season he ran for over a thousand yards, a feat a lot of running backs don't do.

But recently Michael Vick's adoration has been almost completely abandoned when he was accused of being involved in dog fighting. He faces criminal charges of organizing, funding and gambling on the outcome of pitbull fights. If he is convicted he could face up to six years in prision. I've heard many other details, such as the way they dispose of the dogs that lose or are unable to fight anymore, but I won't go into it. The outrage of the media and the general public is overwhelming. He has been suspended by the NFL until his legal matters are resolved and some are talking about him not ever playing another game in his life again.

I understand people not liking cruelty to dogs when they hear about it. I like dogs a lot. You could probably say that I have had a kind of love for a few of them I've known in my life. It's just that it shocks me at the "moral" outrage that people are having over this particular story. I in no way condone the mistreatment of animals. I believe we are comissioned by God to take care of the lesser beings of creation (Genesis 1:26, 2:15). But it is a sad and telling sign of how depraved our thinking has become as a society when we place more value on a dog than a human life.

Since 1973, when Roe v. Wade was passed, there have been 48,589,993 abortions in the United States according to National Right to Life (www.nrlc.org). That is over 3,000 babies that are killed everyday in this country. 3,000 little babies, every single day. Murdered. And it is legal and even funded in a way by the Federal Government. There are even many different ways to murder your baby if you so choose. If you are promiscuous one evening and are worried that you might be pregnant you can go buy a pill the next morning that will destroy any embryo that may have been concieved. If you find out a little later, don't worry. Just go to your local abortion clinic and have them insert a tube that shreds your baby so much that he or she liquifies and then sucks it out into a bottle. If your baby is in it's second or third trimester, his or her skeletal systems and organs are too developed to be suctioned, so they have to reach in with forceps and pull them apart piece by piece. Or the recently banned partial birth abortion method, which is being fought to be re-enstated, had been an option for those who had a full-term baby. What they do is deliver all of the baby except the head and while the arms and legs are moving and kicking, the doctor reaches in and inserts siccors into the back of the head, pulls out the brains, then crushes the skull. He can't be charged with the murder of a child because it's the mother's choice when the baby is inside her. And this can happen to a child like this (my son the day he was born) without any consequence.



Just think: two babies can be at full term in the same hospital; one comes out with his umbilical cord around his neck and the doctors are scrambling to save his life and the other is on the next floor getting his skull crushed. All because of the choice of the mother. The one person whom God gives a baby to be in charge of loving and nurturing and caring for that baby is the mother and she is the one who murders him. Why is this not apalling to everyone? Why is this as socially acceptable as a routine mole removal, but if your convicted of dog fighting you can spend six years in jail? I have some ideas as of why, which I will write about in a different post, but the most basic and fundamental reason is because we are all utterly and totally corrupt and depraved. We don't have the ability to do good or think rightly, apart from God giving us His grace and a new heart and mind. All of us are in rebellion to God. We were created to bear His image and bring Him glory, but we have become His enemies and we have His wrath upon us.

"The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness" Romans 1:18

Be sure of this: God will not turn a blind eye to what has been going on in medical buildings for the past three and a half decades. All the doctors, nurses, mothers and even fathers will be held accountable on the Day of Judgment. They will have to give an account of themselves. And so will I. All of us are guilty before God and deserving of eternal Hell.

Our only hope is at the Cross. Jesus Christ, God Himself, suffered and died on the cross as a payment for our sins. The punishment that God has decreed on all mankind for their wickedness and rebellion to His laws, He placed upon Himself. Then He rose from the dead, proving He is God and ascended into heaven, declaring His sovereign rule over all. So now, if we repent of our sins and turn to the Savior in faith, He will forgive all our sins and grant us eternal life.

"Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for God's wrath remains on him." John 3:36

The only hope I see to stopping the horror of abortion, besides going to war, is to do what Jesus commanded. If people get soundly saved, they will have correct morals, ethics and logic. And they will stop murdering their babies.

"Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." Matthew 28:19-20

For His Glory,

Adam