Surprise! A couple of weeks ago, quite by accident, we found ourselves completely trusting God; you see our Mexican insurance agency we had used for years went belly-up and didn't let us know our seven vehicles had no insurance while driving in Mexico. Of course that left us entirely dependant on God; not just for one day but over a week! Wow!
Speak about risk!
What a situation to find yourself in ... completely trusting Almighty God!
In fact, for a few days, we were 'gambling' on God's promised provision and safety. On one occasion I was late going to Mexico and didn't pull in for a day's insurance and Glory be; wouldn't you know; I had another day of safe driving!
On another occasion, years ago, our own American 'Christian' insurance company in which we trusted and which we had invested in for many years proved unreliable. After a small incident in Mexico we found we weren't covered and had never been covered while in Mexico ... (in medical areas or damaged vehicles). Misguided trust and a lot of money poured down a bottomless hole. Can't beat those 'Christian Insurance Agencies' and how they play "Gotcha!" Indeed the Devil is in the small print! Lesson: read before signing.
Unknown to us, we were depending on God; we truly had no 'Christian' insurance agency backing us. Incidentally, a 'Christian Insurance Agency' sounds more like an oxymoron or perhaps a religious 'ponzi' scheme.
On one hand, our Christian brothers and sisters say we aren't acting 'responsibly' if we don't have secular insurance coverage ... On the other hand, Almighty God says "trust Me." Somewhere I've heard said: In God we Trust. I can also mention a few great hymns I've sung that focused on trusting God!
Rather confusing.
Admittedly I have a tendency to trust more in a secular hero like Benjamin Franklin and his common sense approach than in God. "God helps those who help themselves ... " Now that resonates with the secular me.
Maybe it's a combination of both.
With me; at least it's an honest struggle.
I must admit as I look in the mirror I still have too much hypocrisy in me.
Sorry God! ... Oh, and thanks for the many times you've protected me despite my 'secular insurance coverage.'
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
BULLIES, BARBARIANS AND BULLDOGS!
When my mother found out that I had a kid in my school who was bullying me; her solution was to go to the principal, or teacher, or the boy's parents to have him stop bullying me. "Don't fight the kid; that makes you just as bad as he is." I was horrified that she would go that route; knowing that route would really get me creamed.
Even as a kid I knew all of her solutions were wrong, in fact any kid knows that. But she was a woman and just didn't understand a situation like this. Women it seems don't understand force or power. You see that bully like any bully, had to meet a superior force! He was thinking fist, he understood fists and he had to meet a bigger fist!
Bullies, Barbarians and Bulldogs; all three respect a superior force ... a superior power, and they all thrive on the fearful and naive.
Negotiation and compromise are not and will never be in their dictionary.
How can our proud 'well educated' and 'intelligent' leaders be so dumb?
All people respect power and all dictators respect power. And here we are, the United States of America, arguably the most powerful nation on earth, groveling before the little bullies of the world.
Try negotiating with an angry bulldog, it just won't work! Try negotiating with barbarians bent on killing you and your people, it won't work. One thing for sure, they do understand a superior force.
It's not only sad, it's sick, seeing our nation actually grovel before the little Dictators of the world.
Ahh, yes, we voted for change ... and indeed we got it!
A leader whose profile is that of a groveling man.
Even as a kid I knew all of her solutions were wrong, in fact any kid knows that. But she was a woman and just didn't understand a situation like this. Women it seems don't understand force or power. You see that bully like any bully, had to meet a superior force! He was thinking fist, he understood fists and he had to meet a bigger fist!
Bullies, Barbarians and Bulldogs; all three respect a superior force ... a superior power, and they all thrive on the fearful and naive.
Negotiation and compromise are not and will never be in their dictionary.
How can our proud 'well educated' and 'intelligent' leaders be so dumb?
All people respect power and all dictators respect power. And here we are, the United States of America, arguably the most powerful nation on earth, groveling before the little bullies of the world.
Try negotiating with an angry bulldog, it just won't work! Try negotiating with barbarians bent on killing you and your people, it won't work. One thing for sure, they do understand a superior force.
It's not only sad, it's sick, seeing our nation actually grovel before the little Dictators of the world.
Ahh, yes, we voted for change ... and indeed we got it!
A leader whose profile is that of a groveling man.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
TRICKY-TRICKY
Last night was Halloween; complete with a cold night, slight wind, and a bright full moon. In Tijuana they call Halloween, 'Tricky-Tricky'
... and kids appear from everywhere.
As I was driving home after speaking to a group of teens living at an orphanage that was located in a large remote area of the Tijuana back country; I noted how different Halloween night would be a couple of miles north in good old San Diego.
In this area there were no lights, just dry hills, and small, candle lit houses located along dusty rabbit trail roads. As we drove down the road my head lights caught small groups of rag-tag kids costumed for the night carrying little floppy plastic bags and walking along the side of the road; the trail to goodies. The little houses, each with a small bowl of sweet treats, were spaced from a half mile to a mile apart. Quite a night's hike for just a few pieces of small candy.
To kids who have little to nothing, getting a few pieces of candy is worth the long hike. Quite a contrast to rich San Diego.
... and kids appear from everywhere.
As I was driving home after speaking to a group of teens living at an orphanage that was located in a large remote area of the Tijuana back country; I noted how different Halloween night would be a couple of miles north in good old San Diego.
In this area there were no lights, just dry hills, and small, candle lit houses located along dusty rabbit trail roads. As we drove down the road my head lights caught small groups of rag-tag kids costumed for the night carrying little floppy plastic bags and walking along the side of the road; the trail to goodies. The little houses, each with a small bowl of sweet treats, were spaced from a half mile to a mile apart. Quite a night's hike for just a few pieces of small candy.
To kids who have little to nothing, getting a few pieces of candy is worth the long hike. Quite a contrast to rich San Diego.
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