Your Pronouns Are Against My Religion

…so expect me to say, when you ask:

  • I use the same pronouns as everyone else
  • I don’t have any personal pronouns (I may laugh at you along with this)
  • Oh I’m sorry that’s against my religion

…because I don’t believe in your god.

When you ask me ‘what are your pronouns’ you are presenting a worldview and requiring me to concede it is accurate. It isn’t, and I don’t play this game. The closest you’ll find me to complying is to use someone’s name or to refer to them by an other identifier (e.g., the postman, your son, boss, etc). But typically I will comply strictly with my religion and use the pronouns that apply to your obvious sex.

“What pronouns do you use” assumes as true that:
“You can be born in the wrong body”

which is as nonsensical as believing ‘the universe started as nothing, which exploded in contravention of known physical laws, and stopped exactly the right time for everything to gloop together into stars and planets that also violate known physical laws, then the rocks formed and changed into people and here we are, by accident.’


“And he answered and said unto them, Have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female, and said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh?”

“the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.”

Which means your body is the correct one for you.

it’s not my biology it’s my gender

No it is not. People don’t have gender. As they say, “Gender is…” either:
“a social construct”
“immutable and synonymous with biological sex”

Depending on what is meant by “gender”. If you mean “I don’t want to talk about sex but we both know I mean sex” then gender=sex, which is cowardice but it’s your prerogative to be such. If you mean “gender is some part of me that is not my body” then that is a woo-woo and I don’t believe in that religion!

Yes, it is a religion. It has as tenets:

  • There is something like a soul or an id, separate and distinct from the body
  • It can be in the wrong sex of body by mistake
  • I get to say when it is a mistake for me
  • Based on (dear reader, I say this carefully) my feelings

It’s the same as saying “I am the god of my own self and get to decide if/when “evolution” flubbed my sex” which is a religious statement contrary to my religion. Which is why the pronoun game is antithetical to Christianity.

You don’t have to like my religion but I won’t comply with yours in contravention of my own. So when I say “Oh I’m sorry, that’s against my religion” I’m being real with you. My sorrow is actually for you, because the Devil you don’t believe in has

you bamboozled in a way that can make you miserable and cause conflict at best, and it’s no stretch to say it may kill you young and send you to Hell after you spent a few hundred-thousand dollars in needless medical fees, paid to a medical system that officially cares more for your money than for your soul.

There is no middle ground and don’t you come in bad faith talking about intersex people, one of which you are not.

An update, for the family and friends who care

We had some, as they say, “Issues” in my family earlier this year. Many people let many people down in various ways, and circumstances beyond man’s control occurred. Metaphorical bridges were burned by people who should have done better. Friends were lost and gained. The net result is my faith is stronger than it was (which was already strong as it’s ever been), my marriage is on track to be better than ever, our house is better than ever, and I am pretty happy about the way things are headed.

For those who don’t know the details, suffice it to say that my marriage was in bad condition but God, who hears our prayers, has heard me asking pretty much every day “please help us the way You know we need.” Apparently, what we needed was to have our pets all die and our house to become nearly uninhabitable in a very expensive way, to bring us close together again.

Our house was built on ‘expansive clay’ soil which caused seasonal cracks and troubles with doors around the house. We knew it needed to be fixed and that it would be expensive and we didn’t want to pay for it. During the time our marriage was about the worst it’s ever been, God gave us a bit of a push, in the form of catastrophic flooding of our master suite. This is not how our bathroom was, at the beginning of the year:

and the bathroom vanity cabinets were not like this:

But that, apparently, is exactly what we needed. Our bedroom walls didn’t start 2021 looking like this:

…and our bed didn’t have a high-water mark on it from toilet water last year, either:

But God, rich in mercy and willing to get my attention however it needed to be done, got my attention. The foundation of our home shifted so much through the years that the main 4″ waste pipe that went across the entire width of our house underneath – BROKE – in at least 4 places. There was a septic pool under the house. As our home is connected to the municipal sewer, this is not good. We’d had drain problems for a long time, but one stormy night the drain problems got cranked to 11, and water from (mind you FROM) the toilet bowl filled up the bathroom and bedroom to a depth of several inches. Not from the toilet fresh water supply line, clean and potable. Water from the WASTE line. Smelling every bit like a sewer. It soaked the carpet. It soaked the walls. It soaked the furniture. Many pairs of shoes. Dozens of hours of crochet work. A notebook computer* and some paperwork that was on the floor. Soaking in poopy-smelling “Category 3 Water”. Because the house was so off-kilter, it only soaked our bedroom and bathroom, and the worst of it was right where we sleep. It was, as was pointed out to me, an apt metaphor for our relationship.

This was the worst time of my life. Those who know my story will understand that is saying something. It turns out I was ready for it and it helped me more than I would have thought possible, in ways I didn’t know I wanted!

During the next many months, many times, exactly what I had prayed for happened. I don’t mean in general terms. I mean specifically and exactly, right down to the very words that other people said* without any prompting. Many times when I was very very low, songs came on the radio that were exactly what I needed to hear to have hope. Praying for faith for several minutes, and then “you gotta have faith” is coming through the speakers. Praying for something to happen that I knew God has his own designs, and “if it’s meant to be it’ll be/baby just let it be” comes through the speakers. Extremely-specific things like that happened. I started to fix something about me and a coworker asked out of the blue if I’m getting better. Our insurance adjuster took a vacation because we needed a bit more time to hit a certain low point. On the way back up, I ran out of mortar with just enough for the very last tile. God knows what we need exactly, and He saw fit to give us exactly what we needed when we needed it. Thanks be to God.

A month after the disaster, with me out of town and my Darling Wife sleeping on the living room sofa, with all our bedroom furniture stacked up in the dining room, it was rough for her at home too. Her safest place of all was off-limits to her. Her comfort animals were newly deceased from unpreventable illnesses. Her husband was a jerk and not there for support. When she got to the bottom, she too looked upwards.

And then we started talking a bit, and put our heads together so we could rescue our common asset (the house, now borderline uninhabitable). After we started to co-operate so we could figure out how to pay for this mess to be repaired, things started clicking into position as readily as a row of dominoes falling over. After we started working together, the insurance people and the cleanup company finally managed to communicate effectively. Not by coincidence. The cleanup company left heaters and a dehumidifier in our bathroom for a month. Did it dry out the vanity cabinets? No sir, it did not. The cabinets had to come out. Particle board soaking in poo water doesn’t clean up, it falls apart. Literally. Sliding the cabinet on the floor made it collapse. So that had to be replaced. A Rube Goldberg-esque deal now unfolded.

  • For the vanity cabinets to come out, the counter top had to be removed. That means the plumbing and sinks as well
  • For the counter to come out, the giant wall/mirror had to come out
  • For the giant mirror to come out, the light fixture had to come off the wall and the outlet covers had to go as well.
  • The walls were soaked in Category III water so they had to get a Flood Cut – 24″ of drywall from the floor up was removed. All the baseboards came out. All the door casing trim came off. All the outlet covers came off.
  • The wallpaper couldn’t be repaired, it would have to be replaced – so that came off too.
  • The toilet had to be dealt with by the plumbers, so it was removed as well.
  • The carpet in the master bedroom had poo water soaked into the pad. Removed
  • Carpet tack strips removed
  • Furniture in both rooms relocated to the dining room
  • Literally all our clothes and everything you would expect to see in a master bedroom, a his-n-hers closet, and a large bathroom – was packed
  • The garage was nearly full with boxes of “stuff” and we lived basically out of a couple suitcases worth of clothing, for months.

This left our bedroom with bare concrete floors and uninsulated, unfinished walls. The bathroom had zero usable fixtures, as well as un-insulated, unfinished walls. The bottom of the wall had a little gap, where you could see outside under the siding . . . but at least it was all clean again. The foundation repair went beautifully; the men who worked on it were very pleased. The plumbing repair involved shocking large amounts of dirt on the yard, but the plumbing was fixed and the yard was repaired too. The plumber took pity on DW and fixed a little plumbing leak he found, free of charge, because she took news of that one more thing pretty hard.

They also fixed the drain line in the yard, which as it turns out was clogged solid with roots. There was a little hole in the plug of roots, where I had managed to get a drain snake through a few months prior. Also I found out why the snake kept getting hung up at a certain point in the yard:

The yard line was separated by several inches, as well as offset by the majority of its diameter. This was the quality of work that was found all under the house, which was also repaired. Now our plumbing was in good condition.

But reconstruction work was not happening. In early Summer 2021, all of the region is still in construction from the Great Freeze we had for Valentine’s Day. It was a blessing to get the cleanup finally done and the foundation and plumbing repaired quickly . . . but reconstruction would take three to four months after the contractors got started. Which they had not done, after over a month! Multiple contractors said everything is booked up solid.

*I sat at our dining room table, now in the kitchen, talking to my wife who was slowly warming up to me again. She was realizing that I’m not as bad as it was easy to make me out to be, and I was still in for the long haul. I had been praying for a couple of days, including five minutes before, that she would say (without me mentioning it) that we should do the reconstruction work ourselves instead of hiring it done. She had been talking to everybody getting things lined up and I was not really expecting her to say that. So she did. Because that’s what we needed, when we needed it.

After figuring out how the insurance payment would work, we got to work. The insurance company gave us an initial pile of money and I bought some tools and materials. We all, our three sons, DW and I all pitched in and got the wallpaper off the walls. My boss was kind enough to arrange a low-cost toilet because he knows somebody at a plumbing supply house, and that was installed. I put the walls back together. Insulation first, of course, including tucked up around the pipes in the walls:

The pile of tools and supplies in the master bedroom got a bit large. DW helped with the sheetrock, including carrying that heavy stuff with me. I had #3 and #4 helping patch the sheetrock nail holes once the walls were closed again. And then the feminine dream happened. I realized I wanted DW to have a master suite she thinks is beautiful, instead of just having a box to sleep in . . . and I realized I had almost no preference as to the final finishes and fixtures. She got to go shopping for everything and the insurance company was paying. We had some good talks and some compromises were made, but she mostly got what she wanted.

The light fixture in the bathroom was builder-grade 1980s quality complete with a couple of bulbs that didn’t work and, surprisingly, it was held on to the wall with one (count ’em) screw right into the sheet rock. So that had to be fixed. I cut the wall open and inserted a stud, to which a box was mounted. DW chose a light fixture I was pretty sure would look bad but I went along and bought it. It looks great on the wall, as you’ll see. The brown patches on the wall are torn sheetrock paper. As it turns out, those are a problem you can deal with without pulling the sheetrock down, but it’s a hassle.

Then there was painting. Much climbing of ladders was done, for the painting. The giant mirror over the sink left some spots of glue which tore the paper as above, and the (badly installed) wallpaper everywhere else in the bathroom also tore off more paper with it, so the walls had to be carefully sealed. This is what happens when you remove wallpaper from walls that were not prepared properly when the paper went up:

We decided that wallpaper is Not A Good Thing and we wanted smooth walls. So we sealed and and painted and painted and sealed. And painted. It ended up blindingly white before color was applied. Broken valves were replaced and the tile floor was finished, decades after it was first laid.

The cabinets had been set on the slab originally, so I had to lay tile (scroll up, look at the floor 4 photos up from here). Thanks God, there was spare tile left over by the previous home owner.

Then the cabinets (which I was sure would look bad as we looked at them in the store) went in. It took hours of custom fitting to get the trim on the front to do right. The cabinets were larger than the space they had to go into, and that meant more labor for ol’ me. Then #2 and I spent hours sanding and polishing the old counter top. The plan is to replace it eventually, but for now I wanted it to look nice for DW. Because the plan is to replace the counter, DW and I agreed to get the cheap faucets and it turns out she likes them anyway. It came out “beautiful”.

So that got us a bathroom with working fixtures, which is a pretty hefty upgrade! Attention turned to the bedroom. The walls were previously textured, and for someone who isn’t a drywall guy (me) it would be impossible to match the existing texture. We looked at various options and decided to not spend a thousand dollars on wainscoting. Beadboard is, as it turns out, not free. We looked at rollers to apply custom texture, and techniques using knives and stamps, and couldn’t find something acceptable as a different/accent texture. We looked more and ended up watching a video of a Scotsman who had an accent so thick DW couldn’t even understand him, but he did something cool. Using a wallpaper finishing roller, he made sheet rock joint compound look like wood. It was amazing. DW wanted it. I made it happen for her. Thanks God for making me ‘handy’!

She picked the spacing and I laid the masking tape. It was a team effort. We got to spend a lot of quality time together during this work. I didn’t even know they made 6mm wide masking tape, but I’ve been through rolls of it now LOL

She’s been wanting color in the house for a long time. Now’s the time. She wanted a chair rail on the walls. Now’s the time. She wanted different colors for the walls and the custom texture. We worked on that together, which was fun, and came up with a custom color mixed up while we sat on our (concrete) bedroom floor! She wanted a different trim on the baseboards, which we went back and forth for a while but she ended up getting what she wanted there as well. I wasn’t convinced but I got it and installed it and . . . of course it looked good. She picked out a new towel holder ring and that went in. Here’s the bathroom trimmed and painted in her colors:

and a closeup of the colors in the bedroom, as well as a little detail I thought of for the corner trim:

She came in when I was installing chair rail trim and I held up a bit under the windowsill, to show her how it would look with trim under the window. She said “That looks so gooood!” and then I held up a bit of this to a corner and she did this noisy inhale thing like she was a cartoon and said THAT LOOKS EVEN BETERRRRRR!” so . . . I think she likes it!

Next up was the floor. It was bad. The builders had left overspray and spills of Godknowswhat on all the edges and a big mess of it in the middle of the room as well. The entire bedroom floor must be hand-scraped and sanded, as I didn’t have a grinder. For the next floor I do, I’m going to have a grinder. Here’s a shot of the mess I had to deal with, cleanup already well underway: The edges all looked like the center of the room still looks here.

That patch in the concrete is from the foundation repair. It had to be knocked down and smoothed a little too, which was relatively easy. I ended up with a floor ready to stick to mortar.

Yes mortar. As seldom as we like to do home renovations, and as much disgusting dirt as we saw come out from under the carpet, and as much pet mess as future pets are going to make on the floor, we wanted tile. DW picked a tile I thought would not look good but I went ahead and got it. As it turns out, laying tile is a huge amount of work. As it turns out, DW has a much (much much) better eye for interior design than me. The floor came out okay for me. I look at it and am satisfied with the work. Everybody else so far has declared it to be “beautiful” when they see it.

These pictures were taken as the baseboard was going in. Note that the gigantic pile of tools and supplies was moved to the bathroom for the time being, as the garage was still full of all our stuff in boxes!

She picked a new fan, which I installed

The counter had no backsplash previously and the wall had water damage from that. She picked out this fancy piece for a backsplash and turns out she likes it more than she thought:

She picked new mirrors, which I thought would look terrible but I got and installed and she was right. She thinks they’re beautiful. She picked a new medicine cabinet which I thought would be ugly but as it turns out (notice a pattern yet?) she was right and it looks fine. The new light fixture works with the rest of the finishes she picked. I’m told (by everyone) that this is a beautiful space now. She likes it, though, which was the whole point.

The furniture in the bedroom is all solid wood, no particle board. They tell us that it can be sanded and refinished and be sanitary. The insurance company paid a company thousands of dollars and we ended up with bedroom furniture that looked just the same after the refinishing men had it for a few weeks.

In all of these pictures you have to excuse the mess. We were more in a “Christmas in November” unpacking mode, than “make it pretty for the pictures” mode! The doors still need to be refinished, but thank God we can use our room again!

It was a little bizarre, waking up in our bedroom again after months out of it. It was fantastic to be doing so next to DW. For three months to the day, I had a new hobby. Go to work, go home and stay up late nearly every day working on a half dozen different tradsmens’ jobs. Repeat. Spend all day Saturday and Sunday after church working on the master suite as well. During all this, it was necessary (and nice) to be talking and working with my darling wife, and that was exactly what we needed to patch up our marriage. Thanks be to God for using this house wreck-turned-remodel to turn our relationship into a wreck-turned-remodel! Thanks to our friends and family who supported us and prayed for us As for the people who did us wrong along the way, we’ll be praying for you, too.


by the way

* the notebook computer that was in the water is kill. I opened it up and found the water had infiltrated exactly – and I mean exactly with zero point nothing millimeters – only as far as the very edge of the hard drive’s connector. The hard drive with all its data was perfectly intact and I was able to save all the data. You can’t tell me that happened by chance.

She’s in my bones. She’s part of me.

I already knew I love my wife more than anyone. Adam said Eve was “now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh”. I felt it. While making love with the woman I love, I realized, the line between me and other blurred and we were one thing. It was an amazing spiritual connection. Flesh of my flesh, I can dig it. I get it. “God hath joined together” I felt it already.

But . . . bone of my bone? I guessed he was talking about how she was created. But now, I think maybe, he was talking about something else. I have been spending a lot of time, lately, thinking about my lover. I realized one time, when I was thinking about what life would be like without her –

that it felt like my very bones were being ripped apart! –

I can’t explain it but I felt it. For sure. She’s in my bones, y’all. The woman is a part of me and I didn’t realize how much so, until just now. God, what a thing, what a circumstance!

Paul Was Able To “Eat Meat”

There are some things which are sin, with no gray area. No one will be excused if he believes Jesus is not the way to Heaven. Most all of us will acknowledge killing someone with no good reason is wrong. To the Puritans, showing an ankle was sin . . . but here and now, we have women in short dresses in our churches without condemnation because to us it is (arguably) not sin.

Happy is he that condemneth not himself in that thing which he alloweth.”

Brother Paul was able in good conscience toward God to eat meat sacrificed to idols; it was no sin. So the question then becomes “It’s not sin so why should Paul not eat” and the answer is another guy was offended in his conscience. Seeing the example of Paul could cause someone else to sin, is the idea of “I will eat no flesh“. Some people would eat the same meat from the same plate and commit sin because their faith was weak. It is not charitable in some contexts for “Paul” to “eat meat”. So we stop when it is plain it offends someone else in this way.

Did Paul owe an explanation to anyone as to why he stopped? In context, I think not, but he would have been happy to explain . . .

. . . if . . .

. . . someone would try to have a conversation about it specifically.


Update: The first paragraph contains a dig at someone who allows something in his church but who missed it entirely, which was sad but not altogether surprising in light of subsequent tragic events.

Regarding Transgendered Persons

They don’t exist.

Hold on there.

In the current era, I understand that this is a source of no small contention. People have varying ideas based on varying first principles. This essay is based on my first principles. The following thoughts are an integral part of the worldview of anyone whose truly believes what their Bible has to say. This is, all, sincerely held religious conviction for us.

“… male and female created he them”


  • Created space, time, the rules of physics, and the Earth
  • Made men and women, living souls, fully formed as we are now, a few days later
  • Formed man to reflect his image, in possession of the capacity to reason and be self-aware, unlike the animals which have clever programming at best
  • Wants everything to be orderly, and is not the author of confusion
  • Wants people to have full joy
  • Can be grieved by the actions of men
  • Created a powerful entity as a servant, which turned against Him in rebellion. Historically referred to by the Hebrew word for “adversary”: Satan (which is adversarial to people)
  • Wants people to have fellowship with Himself
  • Considers perversion of his design to be abominable, including sexual perversion

All of these points are integral parts of the Christian worldview, and they exclude the possibility of transgenderism. These stand in stark contrast to the prevailing secular view taken by an increasing number of people and governments which in misguided attempts at equality (professing themselves to be wise they became fools) have chosen to exclude biblical principles from everything. Absent the guidance of the Bible which, properly considered, will yield a worldview which is logical, internally consistent, and comports perfectly with observed reality – men have come up with a system of philosophy that cannot find pure truth from end to end, top to bottom, including:

  • There is no God or He didn’t make things like they are now
  • Big bang or other cop-out origins theories
  • Men evolved from particles to people, guided by nothing
  • As we evolved from nothing there is no fixed standard of propriety, and
  • Pretty much every aspect of philosophy is an open question so

So the adversary they refuse to acknowledge even exists has 100% bamboozled people.

Where does the concept of transgenderism originate, according to the Christian point of view? It is, entirely, literally, a lie from the devil.  Now be advised this is a finely nuanced point, however cliche is may seem at first blush.

I am aware that trans-identifying people may consider this to be a personal attack. They are mistaken. That we disagree about philosophy is not an attack on the person whose identity is bound up in their own misguided worldview! It is a difference of first principles, which if someone is offended at, they probably don’t understand that people are not ideas, they are people, no matter what they believe. As such, they are limited by reality.

The Bible defines reality for a Christian. People then are entirely confined to “male and female created he them” and “God is not the author of confusion.”

okay VFD this is all fun but not directly addressing the topic.

The topic has been covered in detail! Take the Bible for granted and my argument has been presented thoroughly already here!


God created male and female for the purpose of filling the Earth He had just made. Homosex can’t do it. Sterile, chopped-up mutilated neo-vaginae & penii can’t do it. These are an ultimate perversion of the design and the actions involved are (Q.E.D.) abominable to God and forbidden either in black-and-white or by heavy inference.

It is plain to see from the Bible that some gender roles are flexible in a way that gender is not. Some godly women have done man-ish things but remained women. There is no biblical distinction between gender and sex for humans. These are synonyms.

But. There is an adversary, the author of confusion. This one wants people unhappy, and wants people to NOT fulfil God’s command to “be fruitful and multiply“.

The recent origin of the current confusion and unhappiness, then, is easily identified: The Devil made them do it.  With no protection from the Holy Spirit in their lives, foolish thoughts can be farmed like a cash crop in the souls of the unregenerate! Now a bumper crop is being reaped, even while the field is re-sown with worse seed.

The progress went something like this:

  • Reject God or some aspect of God you don’t like
  • Reject the Bible
  • Biblical standards are not binding
  • Sexual rules are arbitrary
  • it’s ok to have MSM & WSW sex
  • Intersex attraction is arbitrary
  • Sex itself is arbitrary, anything goes
  • Why are sex and gender even linked? That’s dumb
  • Sex and gender are not synonyms
  • If you feel like you got assigned the wrong gender you aren’t crazy, you are right
  • It’s normal for some people to not be a fixed or assigned gender
  • Obvious solution: gender reassignment!

And here we are, in 2020 USA and all over the world. People without a Biblical worldview will agree with that progression. But there’s a catch.

They are all wrong.

This worldview fails to account for the truth of the matter: The farther people stray from the design of God (who, remembver, wants us to be happy) the less happy we become. Pure biblical Christianity brings joy. Go look at how much joy there is in the transgender community.  The adjective “toxic” is commonly applied – by the more sane members the same community who are not beyond all feeling. I have seen several first-hand reports from as well as heard in personal conversation with transgender-identifying persons, that the community is shockingly bad, with trans people being deeply unhappy.

All of this, doubtless, has the adversary rolling in the aisles laughing. Having planted this confusion, the one who hates these people rejoices in their suffering.

ok but they exist.

No, they don’t. It’s a lie. Gender is the same as sex, and immutable. The reason suicide rates are the same post-transition is that it’s not a cure, because you can’t change gender. People know this in a very deep subconscious place but they can’t sort it. ‘If I am this way then it’s the way I am and it’s ok, but it’s not ok? The more accepting society becomes, I don’t feel less internal conflict, why?’

Because it is fake. The very idea is contrary to human nature. your perceived identity is contrary to itself – no wonder you have no joy! Gender cannot be changed because it is an immutable part of the self. You are what you were born with.*

  • So you are not transgendered
  • You are confused
  • Having been given a strong delusion  by a being that can inject thoughts into your mind, who hates you

There is hope for you to be happy, but that path starts with accepting an entire reality you have heretofore rejected.


* don’t bring a red herring about actual genetic mutation type intersex people. These are 0.00nothing percent of the population. You’re not that, and you know it. We’re talking about people who self-identified as something contrary to their plain biological sex.

The gospel

Paul summarized it, and David Nicholas expands on the summary.  The summary is excellent and should be memorized.  Now that I’ve found it, the expansion is on your list of Required Reading as well because you read me.

An archive link in case it ever dies at Christianity Today:

The Fear of the Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom

~ or, Children Should Be Afraid of Their Fathers ~ 2004.06.14

Fear is fear. Fear is not equal to respect. Fear is not the equivalent of respect. Some folks will tell you that the fear of the Lord is intended to mean respect, reverence, honour for the Lord. I am here to tell you it is not. Fear in this context, means fear.

Now my children (#1 especially, 3 years old at the time of writing) don’t respect me. They don’t know what respect is, much less understand it, much less have it for me. But my children fear me, and this is proper; and let me tell you why.

Because their fear is the beginning of wisdom. Now my kids are too young to understand that they ought not to do something because it is wrong. They don’t care that we will be disappointed in them if they let us down. But my girl knows that if she does something she is not supposed to do, it is going to hurt when daddy hears about it. She is afraid of the consequence, and so she behaves (usually) appropriately. At this point I don’t expect reverence from her – that should come later. Right now what I want is simple obedience, which is brought on by her fear.  This is the beginning of wisdom.

How many of you by show of hands have never used a table saw? Of those of you who have never used one, how many of you do not know that a table saw is  dangerous? So. We know that if we touch that spinning blade it will hurt us. We fear that blade. I have used table saws. I have used bandsaws, routers, drill presses etc. and I have a very healthy respect for them now. I do what I should do now because I respect the danger. Now I am not afraid and I know the proper mitigation techniques. But when I was young I did what I had to do very carefully and minded my thoughts and my fingers with utmost caution; and this was the beginning of my wisdom when it comes to power tools.

But wherein should we fear the Lord? Doesn’t He love us and care for us, and actively seek the good of those that love Him?  Yes. But before you respect Him and live daily as He would have you to do, you need to FEAR the Lord. Why? Because only God can send you to Hell. Displease me and I might not talk to you – might even give it to you right in the kisser. Displease God and He just might condemn you to the lake of fire forever; You will be forever burning but never burned up. Always dying and in torments but never dead. Always suffering. Fear the one who can do all this to you forever. Fear God. This is the beginning of wisdom.

Sex is Not Physical

Well it is, of course, but not only.

I got lost wandering around the internet for a while and found this:

Pay attention to whom you share your intimate energy with. Intimacy at this level intertwines your aural energy with the aural energy of the other person. These powerful connections, regardless of how insignificant you think they are, leave spiritual debris, particularly within people who do not practice any type of cleansing, physical, emotional or otherwise.

The more you interact intimately with someone, the deeper the connection and the more of their aura is intertwined with yours.

Imagine the confused aura of someone who sleeps with multiple people and carries around these multiple energies? What they may not realize is that others can feel that energy which can repel positive energy and attract negative energy into your life.

I always say, never sleep with someone you wouldn’t want to be.Lisa Chase Patterson


This is sadly neglected in western culture.  The Christian take is: the Act of Marriage (as it used to be called) is the marriage itself.  The ceremony is for the family. The paperwork is for the government. The sex is the actual marriage of two people who engage in it.  The bodies join the spirits together, and the souls feel it on a verrrrry deep level.

When you leave a sex partner in your wake, you are leaving a part of yourself you cannot retrieve.  If you were having sex to fill the longing inside* then casual sex is a quick way to make yourself feel ever-worse.  When you have one sex partner for life, that is the proper way.

*the longing is for a relationship with the Jesus, by the way.  Believe it or not, it remains true that you need a relationship with God and the only way to have one is through the Jesus.

They call him a heavenly *Father*

As I prayed this morning, I felt I was not praying very well due to fatigue, kept falling asleep. I apologized for not doing well & the thought came to mind that God does not require results, he wants our effort.  I thought of my 3 year-old son. If he came out of his room with 2 of his 6 shirt buttons fast and those 2 in the wrong holes . . . if he were apologetic for not doing well, I would not be upset; I would smile and gently help him to do it right. Correction and not chastisement is the joy of a Father.  Carnal, or The Heavenly.

2007 Mar 12


This was a note I wrote for myself, 12 years ago according to the date on the index card.  It still rings true and I’ve just cleaned off my desk for the first time in 12 years (!) and I’m officially Doing Something with everything that was on the desk.  So here’s what I’m doing with this note.