Yesterday, Our Supreme Court overturning precedent...

 97% safe for women 100% fatal for infants in utero and it is now seen to be so.

Where are you looking at the statistics for a drug?  This drug is safe and legal.  Safe?  Safe for what?  Safe to kill your baby, if you want to.  Yes, it wouldn’t hurt me a bit.

That is our motto, when contemplating abortion procedures.  Because they have been legal thus far in the country,  it makes them acceptable and normal.   That isn’t normal.  It isn’t normal not to revel in the reality of new life forming in the womb.  It is sad that we cannot see the futility of discussing life with a death consumed generation.  Is the drug safe?  Is the drug procedural?  It is the procedure that is now being called into question.  The cavalier attitude that because you can end the pregnancy, you should in any and all circumstances be accepted in your decision is at the table for concern.  We need to discuss this.  We need to back up and take a good look at what we have told to our children as to why we didn’t take their lives prior to delivery.

The drug, make it more private.  The drug makes it more personal control.  We all need prayer who think that it is time to forge ahead in business as usual.  We need help and forward thinking of yesterdays rules!  They were wrong.  Our mothers were quietly accepting a cultural infestation of elitism and we need to throw it in the rubbish can and find alternatives.  We need to find answers to real problems and accept these wanted and partially wanted and unwanted pregnancies as the providential reality and expect God to do great things with the lives that we are sparing from the lynch mob.  How could a bunch of legislators gang up on innocent babies?  It seems outrageous, but it is true.

San Francisco Movie {and Sewards Folly? March 1867? }. Are we on a balance scale?

 Reversing the curse?

Faith and unbelief are intertwined in all hearts.  The hearts of the openly faithful and the hearts of the openly unfaithful lie bare in the presence of the Lord.

The San Francisco movie made in the nineteen thirties gives me a view of how closely the mind of people were to right and wrong then.  I know that my father imitated the masculinity that he saw in that movie.  He probably was movie quoting so many times in the interactions that we had about faith in his latter life.  

I find it odd that men of seemingly complete unbelief can be so drawn to women of faith.  

{I have watched just the clip of Jeanette Macdonald singing San Francisco so many times and never, ever connected it with the san francisco earthquake.   I said to myself, she seems as though she is singing about heaven.  She gets so animated, which is not culturally usual for white women of operatic style?  I have studied the opposite parallel for years about the singing of San Francisco and Paradise.  I hadn’t noticed that the bar was called the Paradise. Until yesterday}

God’s jealousy for His Bride

Everyone who heard that woman felt as though they owned a part of her,  I saw this with Ethel Waters also, an aside.  Young people are looking for somebody to show them the right way.  Someone to give them a good reason to eschew evil is a longing in the heart.   There are so many duplicitous people.  Clark Gable had won over my father, even though he had seen the whole movie and knew God’s judgment was on him.  He was, as it were, prodding God to do some major demonstration to deserve his faith.  That is a faith to some people.  “ I will believe in God after the great earthquake, as it were.”  God doesn’t ever succumb to such provocations, even though he knows it might have won this one or that one to faith.  God was defending and demonstrating His righteous patience and indignation.  There are no angels who deserve a second chance.   It was as though jeanette macdonald was God’s gift to Clark Gable for his gift to the church.  She was his organ and his organ in the church was a line into his soul,  mustard seed, perhaps.  Anger and bitterness kept his faith dry and dead, if it were.  

God doesn’t get capriciously angry to punch us as Clark Gable did his friend, but God had to show that he is angry with the wicked everyday.   He hears the arguments of the wicked to him in their unbelief and is carrying on a conversation even with them as he does with the believer.  They will know when they are judged that they ended the conversation many times with God before he was finished.

There are many reasons that we all deserve the earthquake experience.  We provoke him everyday in our personal and in our public lives.  Only Jesus, has paid the price for sins and yet we sin, high handedly and low handedly so to speak.  But it was masterful that somebody made a parallel between God’s judgment and the development of San Francisco as a community.  Political, culture wars,  alcohol, gambling and pillars of economy…etc, etc.

He has helped us pick up the pieces of San Francisco and yet it still remains on the fringes as though it is a string uncut from the quilt of this nation. 

God, heal our every flaw!  Jesus keep us talking from the precipices of our sins and help us to grow an economy that reflects your truth and mercy.  Amen