Something’s happening here . . .

There’s plenty of both heat and light in what’s being posted on the web these days about the healthcare debate. I don’t intend to get into it here, so much, but – and this is old news – does anyone else think this bit on the White House’s website is . . . irritating?


There is a lot of disinformation about health insurance reform out there, spanning from control of personal finances to end of life care. These rumors often travel just below the surface via chain emails or through casual conversation. Since we can’t keep track of all of them here at the White House, we’re asking for your help. If you get an email or see something on the web about health insurance reform that seems fishy, send it to flag@whitehouse.gov.

I said “irritating”, not “ominous”. I don’t think it’s ominous, just yet. But what’s with this note about “flagging” things that look “fishy”? Are the ears of the white house really as tin, politically and PR-wise, as this makes them appear?

We’re having a vigorous debate in this country right now. At times really vigorous. I’ll save my thoughts on the whole thing (maybe) for the aftermath, once the President’s legislative goal is either dismantled or voted through. But these are interesting times. For the first time in, well, forever I kind of feel like picking up a sign myself.

The inestimable Mark Steyn has this to say:

DISSENT IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF PATRIOTI- . . . No, wait, that bumper sticker expired January 20. Under the stimulus bill, there’s a new $1.3 trillion bills-for-bumpers program whereby, if you peel off old slogans now recognized as environmentally harmful (“QUESTION AUTHORITY”), you can trade them in for a new “CELEBRATE CONFORMITY” sticker, complete with a holographic image of President Obama that never takes his eyes off you.

“The right-wing extremist Republican base is back!” warns the Democratic National Committee. These right-wing extremists have been given their marching orders by their masters: They’ve been directed to show up at “thousands of events,” told to “organize,” “knock on doors” . . .

No, wait. My mistake. That’s the e-mail I got from Mitch Stewart, Director of “Organizing for America” at BarackObama.com. But that’s the good kind of “organizing.” Obama’s a community organizer. We’re the community. He organizes us. What part of that don’t you get?

. . .

Fortunately, this president doesn’t fold like a Robert Gibbs suit. He won’t give in to the attire pressure. So, on Monday, the official White House website drew attention to the alarming amount of “disinformation about health insurance reform.” “These rumors often travel just below the surface,” warned Macon Phillips, Chief Commissar of the Hopenstasi . . . whoops, I mean White House Director of New Media, “via chain e-mails or through casual conversation.”

“Casual conversation,” eh? Why can’t these “dissenters” just be like normal people and read off the teleprompter?

Better late than never

The President (finally) sends a message of support for the beleaguered citizens of Iran to their brutal government. It took a while, but I’m glad he has come out with this:

The Iranian government must understand that the world is watching. We mourn each and every innocent life that is lost. We call on the Iranian government to stop all violent and unjust actions against its own people. The universal rights to assembly and free speech must be respected, and the United States stands with all who seek to exercise those rights.

As I said in Cairo, suppressing ideas never succeeds in making them go away. The Iranian people will ultimately judge the actions of their own government. If the Iranian government seeks the respect of the international community, it must respect the dignity of its own people and govern through consent, not coercion.

Martin Luther King once said – “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” I believe that. The international community believes that. And right now, we are bearing witness to the Iranian peoples’ belief in that truth, and we will continue to bear witness.

Congratulations, Molly!

This past Saturday, my eldest daughter graduated from high school (Summa Cum Laude!). It was a great weekend of celebration all around for our family.

Saturday night, following the graduation and our excellent El Gallo meal at home, Molly and Andrew put on a short, impromptu concert for the family and extended family, with Molly singing Grace Upon Grace by Sandra McCracken and Faith My Eyes by Caedmon’s Call, accompanied by Andrew on guitar and harmonies. They sound so good together (I hope to get them to record Grace Upon Grace so I can post it). This was followed by an unplanned, unscripted time of blessing and encouragement as a family. Toward the end, Bethany, our younger daughter, stood up and spoke a sweet, tearful tribute to her older sister. Bethany just finished her sophomore year and is turning into a mature young woman so fast. I’m so proud of her and I had so much fun waltzing with her earlier in the night (to a High School Musical song. I’m a fan).

Someone asked me if I had any words to say. I did, of course, but the main thing I remember saying was that I’ve never been happier. I’m so blessed and privileged to be married to Jill and dad to Andrew, Molly, Bethany, and Blake.

Some pictures.

The Graduate. She got to wear all this extra stuff (National Honor Society cowl, Summa Cum Laude and French Honor Society ropes) – well deserved. Molly really worked hard in school.

Molly, with Andrew and Blake. Blake’s not smiling for some reason . . .

. . . so he obviously needed a hug. My nephew Sawyer is also in the pic, to the left.

Better!

I love this pic of Molly and Bethany. My niece Macy is also in the picture, to the right.

I don’t have any pictures of it (not that we didn’t take any, I just don’t have them uploaded) but the next day Molly also played piano for about fifty people for her Senior Recital. It was awesome.

Great weekend!

One year down, fifteen more to go . . .

Our eldest has completed his first year of College. We go to pick him up tomorrow and bring him home.

Assuming all four of ours complete a four year program, we have fifteen more years to go (a number of them will be simultaneous)! It’s an adventure. Praise the Lord, who provided for us to pay for this first year without debt. We’re hoping to keep up that trend.

And thanks to Andrew, who was remarkably self-sufficient (he never once asked us for spending money – unless his Mom is keeping that a secret 🙂

Good job on getting this first year under your belt, Andrew! Well done.

Friday

I’m looking forward to tomorrow – I get to take a rare telecommuting day. Pajamas are the clothing I was made to work in.

I’m so thankful to have a job. I don’t always feel that way when I’m there, but I know that’s foolishness. There is a real temptation to feel like the job is just a means to an end, and that life really doesn’t begin until I get home. Of course, there is a lot of truth there. What’s most important to me, humanly speaking, is at home: my family. But I know that there’s a calling for me at work too, and it’s more than just earning a paycheck (even one that I am very, very grateful for).

I’m working through this, and I pray I get it before I’m too old to make a difference where I’m at. Each day, no matter where one is, should be greeted with thankfulness, purpose, and rejoicing. Oh, to live that. Each day is a gift.

On a side note: My better half, eldest daughter and sophomore daughter, along with my parents in love, are going to Baylor to visit eldest son. I have to stay home. Wait, let me rephrase that. I get to stay home. I will get some one on one time with young Blake: time for Ci Cis, the Rockets game on TV, and to see him take to the field in a soccer match on Saturday.

I’m blessed.

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men

– Colossians 3:23

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice.

– Philippians 4:4