Smashed

That is what I did, I smashed my notebook with a hammer. I refuse to let filth infiltrate my house, and I no longer have a computer. The only access I will have is at work. There is nothing to see here for now.

Dear Abby

Dear Abby My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and, when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job eight years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one. All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around and B.S. with his buddies while I have to work to pay the bills. Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me and hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I do? Signed: Clueless


Dear Clueless, Grow up and dump him. Good grief, woman - you don't need him anymore! You're a United States Senator from New York running for President of the United States. Act like one!

Devotions this week

There are 2 verses that stuck in my mind this week
The first being Psalms 119:19 I am a stranger in the earth

Often times I feel like that stranger in the earth. I don't fit in with the world, and I don't fit in with the Christians. My presence is ever peculiar, often uncomfortable.
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The second, I read today Psalms 119:83 For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes

In the commentary given by Ryrie he suggested the bottle would turn black and shrivel. I disagree with that. Not knowing for sure if they had glass in that time, but to me a bottle would mean glass or another hard fixed container, one that isn't going to shrivel up. Instead if you heat a bottle in extereme heat to cause it to smoke, what you going to get is an explosion. The bottle will explode with pressure.

I often feel like that bottle, ready to explode any time. I know the Bible I know God's Word and it explodes in my soul. The just shall live by faith, if faith is obedience, I want to be just, I must obey. But when I see others around me not doing that or even disobedience in my own life, that bottle cools, the explosion doesn't take place, the smoke is just a rather annoyance. Lord let my Bottle explode with your precepts.

Literal Post

I removed my literal post. It is true that I am a literal person, I do practice concrete thinking. the rest sounded rather bitter, thus why I removed it. I will not lie, I am still a little bitter about the whole situation. But whining isn't going to do anyone one any good. especially me.

Surprizes after 14 years

Today, He did it again. He surprized me. My husband doesn't send flowers, ever. I mean ever. I am lucky enough to get a week old bouquet once a year, let alone flowers sent to me. I have adjusted to it. I don't complain, or whine. I just know that is the type of man he is. Flowers are a waste of money.

Today is our 14th anniversary. Fourteen years ago at noon, we became man and wife. our life have been turned upside down, inside outevery way around. But for 14 years we have endured, with love everymore, with love so strong. With God's mercy enduring forever.

I am so thankful for my dear husband. I am thankful he never gave up on me when I was at the roughest part in my life. He didn't doubt me when I kept insisting we needed a good church to keep our family and marriage strong. I am so thankful, that he meets my ever desire as a husband. I am so thankful for him.

I love my flowers, but what I really love is him and am looking forward to 14 more years.

Hymns we would sing if we were honest

HYMNS - THE WAY WE'D SING THEM IF WE WERE HONEST

I Surrender, Some

There Shall Be Sprinkles of Blessings

Fill My Spoon, Lord

Oh, How I Like Jesus

He's Quite a Bit to Me

I Love to Talk About Telling the Story

Take My Life and Let Me Be

It Is My Secret What God Can Do

There Is Scattered Cloudiness in My Soul Today

Where He Leads Me, I Will Consider Following

Just As I Pretend to Be

When the Saints Go Sneaking In

Sit Up, Sit Up for Jesus

A Comfy Mattress Is Our God

Self-Esteem to the World, The Lord Is Come

Oh, for a Couple of Tongues to Sing

Amazing Grace, How Interesting the Sound

Go Tell It on the Speed Bump

Special, Special, SpecialLord, Keep Us Loosely Connected to Your Word

Praise God From Whom All Affirmations Flow

My Hope Is Built on Nothing Much

O, God, Our Enabler in Ages Past

I Lay My Inappropriate Behavior on Jesus

Pillow of Ages, Fluffed for MeAll Hail the Influence of Jesus' Name!

When Peace, Like a Trickle
I
'm Fairly Certain that My Redeemer Lives

We Give Thee but Still Think We OwnWhat an Acquaintance We Have in Jesus

My Faith Looks Around for Thee

Joyful, Joyful We Think Thee Pretty Good

Blessed Hunch

Above Average Is Thy Faithfulness

We Are Milling Around in the Light of GodSpirit of the Living God, Fall Somewhere Near Me

Blest Be the Tie that Doesn't Cramp My Style

Satan's Monkey Wrench

Satan's Monkey wrench. For the last couple of weeks I have not been able to go soulwinning or visiting. Evertime I make plans something happens. Last week Rachel was sick, first time she missed school all year.

We were going to visit some of the kids on her bus route. The week before, I was sick. This week DH took the keys to my car with him to work, in Chicago, 50 miles away. We were planning once again to visit some bus kids today. Tomorrow I work, Friday is mother daughter banquet, no time. Saturday I work. I really hate in when I try to do right, go witnessing for the Lord, and satan throws a monkey wrench into my plans.

"Win one keep one" has been on my heart. Preacher Preached this in Janurary, but in I have been praying about it since December. As I went to the altar that night, I wasn't just praying that I would be consistent, but I could find away my daughter could be too. I want her to see Christ working in ourlives. That He can work in her life too. So during the week I take her to visit Kids on her route. so far we did it once. She visited some teenage girls. It was a blessing to her and me, and the girls. But since then we haven't been able too because of Satan's Monkey wrench.

If salvation isn't real in our lives, it can't be real in our children's lives. Salvation matters. It isn't just away to stumble into heaven. It is our whole being, our life. My girls don't know the results of not having salvation in our lives. I want them to see what is like to not be saved. How precious, Christ is really, how it does change lives, and it changed their life, rather they realize it our not.

It is 1am, and I am a wake again

Well it is 1 am, I been laying next to my husband in bed awake. I have a cold/allergy rhinitis. It happens pretty much anytime the temperature drops in the teens or belows, and usually clears when temperature gets warmer. In the mean time I have a sorethroat, nasal drainage, sinus pain and such. A little Crack (sudafed, you know the goodstuff you have to give the pharmacist your first born child for) and motrin regularly will keep the symptoms in check. I go to bed at 10pm, very tired, because the same thing happened last night I ended up awake from 1am -5am. I was feeling fine, and boom, I roll over 1am feeling bad again. I hem haa about getting up to take something and I finally do, but now I can't go back to sleep. Instead of bothering my dh, like I would really like too, but won't because he will be up at 4am to leave for work early. I rarely see him these days, because of year end close, the tactical fund accounting and budgeting so forth. But laying next to him reminds me how fortunate I am to have him.

I love my husband. I do. I could point out all the bad things with him. He can roll together billion dollar accounts, tie in the loose pennies, and present it to investors and accrediting, financial institutions, like Gap and follow Fasby and present NCREF a meticulous accountingspreadsheet (which he will have 35 pages open at once). But he can't keep our budget to save his life.

My husband is very smart. Women I work with, or even go to church with, well asked time to time, "What does your husband do?" They are often surprized with my response. Their next words is often "He is very smart isn't he?" I love to smile and say yes he is.

He can do pretty much anything. My husband is an accountant. Now by saying that, that usually gives preconcieve notions about him. He is a book worm type, no personality, geek and knows numbers. That pretty much sums him up, except for the fact he is funny. A great sense of humor.

Did you know not only can he do taxes, but I have seen him drop a transmission in a truck by reading a book? When we were first married, my husband brother/mother gave him a truck (he lost his liscense for a DUI) and His other brother gave him the transmission for it (it used to be his truck). It cost him a total $12 to get the truck running. He took out the old tranny, and but in the rebuilt one, all by himself, with no foreknowledge. He has a basic one of automobiles, but not a major mechanic ability. He can change brakes, oil. belts and few other odd stuff that is about all. But more then most men I have soon come to find out.

Did you know my Dh know electricity. He helped his dad rewire our 100year old house. My DH family were all union electrictians, his uncle even taught the apprentice program for 25-30 years. DH is the white sheep of the family. His father, although divorced from his mother, always took a vital role in my DH life. He had him every weekend and most summers. He made DH work with him. He wasn't afraid to let DH get shocked. He taught DH to work and to work hard. He would make him dig a hole in the middle of the hot summer heat, the ground as hard as steel, struggle how to get the hole dug, and then request he fill it up when it was dug. DH has never been afraid of getting his hands dirty.

My DH is a marksman with his weapon. In the Army National Guard, he always quailfied as one of the top marksman in the Unit. He also set off the big guns, mortars. MY DH is hard of hearing, mainly because of 6 years setting off very loud weapons. He always got high marks in the National Guard, often times requesting he go to OTC, but because of work, he never could. I am so glad he didn't. If he did he would of made a career out of it and been in IRAQ. After 911, he really considered reenlisting, once again, glad he didn't.

He is a wonderful father.His girls are daddy girl's all the way. They love him so much. Our oldest at the beginning of the New Year asked if they can do a 1/2 marathon together at the Sunburst. DH is far from in shape, but he has lost 20lbs since Jan 1 and been training with her. Our youngest is still too small to do that, but right now they are only doing a few miles at a time. So they all daddy and the 2 girls run together. It is so cute. He takes the girls out shooting. He wants them to know how to handle a weapon and be comfortable with it. He teaches them safety techniques and answers their questions.

My dh is a fabulous cook. That is why we are so fat. He takes totally charge of anything in the kitchen. I am more then willing to eat it. He actually can can foods. He has made some awesome apple butter in the past.

My DH for 3 years at Purdue was an aviation technician major. He has worked on airplanes and knows pretty much any thing about them. For a hobby, DH reads random searches on wikipedia. He truly has a basic knowledge of pretty much anything you can think of. From Anatomy and Physiology, to why soap works.

You know I love my Dh. I heard a few weeks back about how some Christian women that had premarital sex with their spouse, end up hating or bitter towards their spouse. I don't understand that.

We lived together for 1.5 years, before we got married, we were intimate before then. I at know time ever blamed or could be bitter for that. That was my sin, just as well as his. I am probably more responsible because I was a Christian and he wasn't. How can a person that had willing sin, blame it on someone else, especially someone that they "Love".

I don't believe love is a feeling, it is an action. I choose who I love. I chose my DH because he really is a an extraordinary man.

My husband isn't necessarily the best Christian man out there. I am not blind. He does get ostracized by many men at church. He doesn't put on a show. He doesn't care what others think. He is friendly to all. That is something he taught me, teaching me. I do believe he is saved. he loves the Lord, just sometimes just don't know how to show it. Many men have this unique fraternity, or I should I call it "I am the Fairhaven graduate, attendee" group you're not welcome. If you didn't go to school here, you are no one spiritually. Don't even try to grow or succeed spiritually. Now obvisously that isn't all, but that is many. You know what, there is more then a Christians life then attending Fairhaven. Not the Fairhaven is bad, but it isn't mandated either to grow in your Christian faith. What people tend to forget or not understand until will started coming to Fairhaven. Church wasn't a vital part in our life. Spiritual growth wasn't happening. Although Dh was saved in 1999, being stagnant for the first 4 years doesn't amount to much. We have only been here since 2003, 4.5 years. Just getting use and accustom to things takes time. An immediate super Christian attitude shouldn't be anticiapted, because you can get that, but you can also burn out with that, when you realize you can't be all things to all men, and then you quit.

Isn't little growth better then no growth? Anyway, maybe that is why I am writing this. I lay in bed wide awake next to DH, and wonder why people at church don't really respect him more, after all he has all these good attributes? And the only conclusion I can see, they expect him to fit some cookie cutter mold. They got to realize, my DH will not hold a mold, but break it. I am thankful for a few of his good friends. They have been Christians alot longer then DH, and they have helped him grow stronger in the Lord because of that. I just wish more people would be willing to encourage, then ostercize.

DH is often oblivious or he doesn't care. Either way it doesn't effect him. but it does me. Maybe it is because I am his biggest cheerleader. I know how great he is, I just want others to see it too.

Why do women cry

A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.

'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.'

Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?' 'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God.

When God got on the phone, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?'God said: 'When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.'

'You see my son,' said God, 'the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.'

This was cute. Sunday School I was given a reminder that God loves me. Often times although I have a great husband and good loving daughters, I feel so inadequte and often unlovable. I am mean, heartless, compassionless, unsympathetic, unkind, determined, argumentative and so forth. Loveable is not something I feel. It doesn't describe me. I often try to keep it from describing me. I have to be strong. can't let my guard down. Then wall will hold. But when I am reminded of God's love even when I am unloveable, which I know I often in. It is a humbling fact. A desire to be worthy of that love, but a realization that, that can never be me. And that is why my tears flow.......

Meaningful quote

Marianne Williamson>>> Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

I really like this quote, eventhough it could have a touch of humanism in it, if you didn't read the answer to the question proposed. I didn't know why until Sunday School. Not that this was taught in Sunday School, but the lesson taught could actually be applied here in this quote.

I am not stupid. I am not. However, I do stupid things, I say stupid things to be funny or not taken seriously. why do I do that. Simple fear. Fear that someone would expect more out of me then what I can give. The saying curiousity killed the cat, will probably my demise. But when I understand the rationale, I get the satisfaction the revives me. Have no reason to be afraid of being smart. God gave me an uncanny ability to remember things. He also gave me a brain to use, to be inquistive.

I grew up in a house with a mother that had a 9th grade education. My father got his GED in the Navy. My oldest sister took 4-5 times to get her GED. My secong oldest sister got married before she graduated high school. got Her GED. My oldest brother did get a high school diploma, but could barely read or write. My mother had to read and explain the BMV driving test to him in oreder ofr him to pass the test. My youngest brother, although a very hard worker, I swear has a form of fetal alcohol syndrome and only went to the 10th grade, he can not pass the GED test. Then there is me. A college graduate. Straight A student, except for B in English. I have no reason to be smart. As a kid growing up, being able to beat your oppent was respected more the A's and B's. My mother bragged about their rebel achievements, but could not take the time to attend my High school graduation. I remember standing at my table alone. Friends stopped by, but I was still so alone. But I was alone with an achievement I knew was important for my success and with a college scholarship I worked so hard for.

I like this the opening quote because, I should not fear being smart, beautiful, whitty, intelligent. confident. These are all attributes that God gave to me to define me, but more importantly to manifest His glory. For His light to shine through me to reach others.

So my resolution is to find Strength in Him, to not be afraid to allow my God given gifts to shine for Him

Spurgeon

Return from Backsliding
If thou return to the Almighty, thou shalt be built up. (Job 22:23)
Eliphaz, in this utterance, spoke a great truth, which is the summary of many an inspired Scripture. Reader, has sin pulled you down? Have you become like a ruin? Has the hand of the Lord gone out against you so that in estate you are impoverished and in spirit you are broken down? Was it your own folly which brought upon you all this dilapidation? Then the first thing to be done is to return to the Lord. With deep repentance and sincere faith find your way back from your backsliding. It is your duty, for you have turned away from Him whom you professed to serve. It is your wisdom, for you cannot strive against Him and prosper. It is your immediate necessity, for what He has done is nothing compared to what He may do in the way of chastisement, since He is Almighty to punish.
See what a promise invites you! You shall be "built up." None but the Almighty can set up the fallen pillars and restore the tottering walls of your condition; but He can and He will do it if you return to Him. Do not delay. Your crushed mind may quite fail you if you go on to rebel; but hearty confession will ease you, and humble faith will console you. Do this, and all will be well

Rules of livin' in Rural Indiana

THE RULES OF RURAL INDIANA ARE AS FOLLOWS:
Listen up City Slickers !
1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.
2. Turn your cap right, your head isn't crooked.
3. Let's get this straight; it's called a "dirt road." I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.
4. They are cattle. They're live steaks. That's why they smell funny to you. But they smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? Rt. 70 goes east and west, I-65 goes north and south. Pick one.
5. So you have a $60,000 car. We're impressed. We have $150,000 corn pickers and hay balers that are driven only 3 weeks a year.
6. So every person in southern Indiana waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept.
7. If that cell phone rings while an 8-point buck and 3 does are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.
8. Yeah, we eat tater & gravy, beans & cornbread. You really want sushi & caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.
9. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer season. It's a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.
10. We open doors for women. That is applied to all women, regardless of age.
11. No, there's no "vegetarian special" on the menu. Order steak. Or you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham & turkey.
12. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables, and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup. Oh, yeah.... We don't care what you folks in Cincinnati call that stuff you eat... IT AIN'T REAL CHILI!!
13. You bring "coke" into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice.
14. You bring "Mary Jane" into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.
15. College and High School Football is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.
16. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don't hit the water hazards -- it spooks the fish.
17. Colleges? We have them all over. We have State Universities , Community Colleges, and Vo-techs. They come outta there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at everybody when they come for the holidays.
18. We have a whole ton of folks in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines. So don't mess with us. If you do, you will get whipped by the best.
19. Turn down that blasted car stereo! That thumpity-thump crap ain't music, anyway. We don't want to hear it anymore than we want to see your boxers. Refer back to #1. 20. 4 inches isn't a blizzard - it's a flurry. Drive like you got some sense in it, and DON'T take all our bread, milk, and bleach from the grocery stores. This ain't Alaska , worst case you may have to live a whole day without croissants. The pickups with snow blades will have you out the next day

Not carrying the tune

One of the Pastors use this anectdote quite a few times in his sermons. It is by Mark Twain
Mark Twain's wife was not enamored of her husband's cruder domestic compositions. One morning, having cut himself while shaving, Twain cursed to high heaven and beyond.
When the barrage finally stopped, Twain's wife, endeavoring to shame him into an apology, repeated as many of her husband's profanities as she could recall.
"You have the words, my dear," Twain nonchalantly replied, "but I'm afraid you'll never master the tune

I think this is what describes me and my christian life. as much as I try to rattle in christianity. It doesn't work. It just doesn't seem to fit me.

I just so feel like a shizophrenic Christian. It is up and down up and down. never an even keel.The truth isI wonder "Can I ever truly change from what I came from?"
I know God's grace can change me, but if it can change every aspect of a person's life.Why must we look at someone's family when we consider marriage? Why does that play in consideration? What does that mean?
In Institute Preacher talked of marriage. He taught that we should look at the person's family. Because we emulate our family. If that is the case, then there was never any hope for me to change. There was never any chance of me meeting a good Christian man, thus me marrying a nonChristian that was good should be acceptable.

I am not trying to make excuses. I am just wondering were God's grace fit in to this rationale. You can't compare apples to oranges. You can't compare the saved with the unsaved and say they are the same. The difference is God's grace right?

maybe I can't carry the tune of Christianityvery well, but I also can't carry that of a nonChristian life either.

How can any woman not love the Lord

How can a woman not love the Lord?
* He is a gentleman,
* He is confident
* He is a provider and protector
* He is rich and powerful
* He owns everything, there is nothing He wouldn't do for me
* He perfects all things concerning me
* He anticipates my wants and needs
* Every day He tells me and shows me how much He loves me
* I don't have to perform in order to earn His love
* He keeps all of his promises
* No one can influence His opinion of me
* He is the ultimate intimate partner
* He can't "disown" me because I am a part of Him
* He prepares a table before ME
* He covers me and doesn't expose me
* He wrote his loving words down so that I'll never forget how He feels about me!
NOW THAT'S LOVE!!!

Trusting in God

Today's Sunday School lesson and sermon both touched on Obedience and Trust. That was very interesting how that panned out. I was thinking this afternoon about it. You know I think it is easier to trust God when you don't know the outcome or if it is beyond your control, then to trust God in something you can do yourself.

I trusted in the Lord this week my eye examine would go well. It did. As of now I have pretty healthy eyes. I do need 2 more exams, but I am only considered a glaucoma suspect. It means i am at a slightly higher risk of getting it then the average joe.

But for me to trust in the Lord in my daily nonchalant way of living, that is wher i have difficulty.

I have to trust in the Lord for my families actions and spiritual condition, because I can't control that. But to trust in the Lord for my own spiritual heart is where the greatest difficulty comes.

Sermons, this is hard

This Sunday Sermons was brutal. Seriously, it was. I was so frustrated this morning before church I was literally cussing under my breath. Really the vulgar things I was saying was horrible. I picked up cussing in the Navy. I was grouchy and also complaing about something stupid. I was careful this time. I made sure I didn't cuss in front of my daughter. Something I am usually guilty of. I feel bad about it, but I get so worked up and angry the disgrace spews from my mouth often before I can catch it. This verse ran through my mind

Matthew 15:11 Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man. Matthew 15:18 But those things which proceed out of the mouth come forth from the heart; and they defile the man.

Sometimes I just wander if I am even a Christian. There is so much wickedness in my heart mind and spirit that I can't even imagine the Holy spirit living in such a dirty space.

Something was pointed out tonight in the preaching

Galatians 6:7 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. Galatians 6:8 For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.

God knoweth what I am sowing, he is no fool.

I have on my kitchen on the chalkboard a saying I just put up. "You will always be what you have been, if you keep doing what you have done". In other words if you don't change, then you won't change.

These thoughts scare me, even more now since my daughter is a teenager and some of her my fruits are sprouting in her.

I am such a wicked person. I know that. But the changing is where i have trouble. I know God's grace will help me, but even remembering to ask God for grace and mercy in weakness, I often forget.

I hate that sermon because it opened my eyes to many things. Things I didn't want to see, but things I needed too

I am not a fan

I have a confession to make. I am not a fan of baseball. This could be a great offense to many, especially since I work in a very Baseball town. I often at times get asked if I am a south sider (White Sox Fan) or a North sider (Chicago Cubs fan). I just simply say I am a Hoosier (I live in Indiana). Now a true baseball fanatic, I dare call them a fanatic, and Chicago has several. Will not settle for this answer. They press on. They want to know which team I rootful. I simply say I am not a baseball fan. That usually settles it. It isn't tactless. It isn't demeaning. It doesn't put down baseball. it simply means I am not a fan of it.

I don't have to go into an indepth rationale why I choose not to indulge in baseball. I don't explain the waste of money of paying a player Millions of dollars to play a game. The idol worship of men. The use of steroids have really brought down the integrity of the game. The costly tickets and how booze is promoted at a so called family event. The discussion doesn't have get that far. Why? Because just saying you're not a fan of something, usually resolves itself in a tactful manner, even to mundane things of life. No argument or explaination needed. Futhermore, neither is an apology, for not liking Baseball.

Now the other day actually a few weeks ago, I mentioned on a forum I am was not a fan of homeschooling. That is all I said. Since I did that I have been told I was offensive. I wasn't right with God, I am bitter, and hateful. I don't know my Bible and such. At no time was I demeaning, insulted, put down homeschooling. I simple said "I am not a fan of homeschooling, sorry homeschoolers, I am not. end of sentence no further discussion, Nada, Zip that is all. An apology was demanded because I was offensive when I said I am not a fan of homeschooling. however, when I say I am not a fan of baseball, that was perfectly acceptable by the same person. Well I refuse to apologize, I wasn't offensive by anyway. I just stated that I wasn't a fan, left it at that. I didn't go into detail, critisized or austercize the education behind homeschooling. I just said I wasn't a fan of it.

The more I see homeschoolers reaction to any slight possible argument against, the more I am prone to believe homeschooling is an occult. The idol is the children. The stronghold is the lack of faith of our Godly leaders and the dependence is on self. I'm not going to make a blanket statement about all homeschoolers are this way. That obvisouly isn't true. Sometimes there is a direct need of homeschooling, such as the mission field. But many times their isn't such as in the United States.

Anyway, I am not a fan of Baseball nor am I of homeschooling and I refuse to apologize for either