Munchkins and Insurrection

Well, it's been quite some time since I wrote last. I don't really have a good excuse, I've just been pretty busy. Right now I'm just feeling slightly down in the dumps. It's incredibly stormy outside, I'm aggravated with this worldy body I'm stuck in, and family member Malcom (--real name has been withheld--) is a grump. Malcom is sick, so I guess his/her grouchiness is justified to some extent. My dad and I are running out marathon in one week from tomorrow. My hips are hurting, but I've got nothing holding me back besides that. Next week three of the most adorable munchkins ever to grace the earth are coming to visit me. Here's a picture of them.

This priceless shot was taken in Creede, Colorado--one of my favorite places on earth. Isaac (climbing the grill) and Austin (on the roof) were outside playing by themselves while their parents (Erin and Kurt--my awesome godmother and her amazing husband) and I were inside our little cabin. I don't know how long the boys were at their game of climbing up and sliding down the front windshield before we noticed them. To be a little boy. Anyways, they are coming on Thursday along with their new little sister--my goddaughter--Elyse. And we get to go to the zoo. I love the zoo!

So, politics.

(Ooo, I can feel the hackles rising.)

Relax, relax, I won't be getting into any debates (I really don't know quite enough to make it through a political debate without looking moronic--but then, does anyone? People get so pigheaded and bigmouthed when politics come up. "...A fool is consumed by his own lips." Psalm 10:12) I just heard something earlier this week that helped me put all the nasty government bickering (and idiocy) in a new perspective.

Is it really plausible to change the views of someone with an opposite position by telling them that they are wrong (again and again and again)? Not usually.

To change someones perspective, you must first change their heart. And who is the Great Heart-Revisor?

If Christians spent more time concerned about people's souls than their political views, America might have a more promising future (Augh! Social Security taxes! An avalanche! A landslide! The teenagers will be suffocated—and poor, very poor. Insurrection and mob rule! Roll out the guillotine! Liberty, fraternity, and equality!). If certain cynical teenagers spent less time being dramatic and more time preforming what they preached, imagine what the world would be like.

Okay, that's it. Hope everyone is having a fantastic day.

Oh, one more thing. My kid sister, Hannah (the Amazon Queen), turned sixteen yesterday. Happy Birthday, Hannah!